Author's Note: I am really happy about the posititve response this story got so of course I decided to continue it. Hope you'll like it.
All mistakes are still mine.

CHAPTER 2

Mozzie groaned as someone shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up.

"Go away"

He mumbled and the person stopped shaking him but seconds later he heard a whimper which caused him to sit up, now wide awake.
Mozzie looked around the room, looking for any danger, before his eyes landed on his little brother who was curled up next to him, chewing on his teddy's ear.

"You okay, Neal?"
"Hungry"

The boy answered before he continued to chew on the teddy. Mozzie grabbed his wristwatch from the nightstand and raised his eyebrows in confusion when he saw that it was already 10 AM, normally he'd wake up hours earlier and normally he would have had Neal fed by now.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"No wake up"

Neal answered and Mozzie frowned, normally he would wake up from the slightest sound from Neal.
It looked like Neal wasn't the only one exhausted from their irregular sleep schedules.

"Hungry Mozzie"

Neal repeated, giving him a puppy look and Mozzie felt bad for sleeping so long.
"I know buddy, let's go get some breakfast"

They walked through the city for a while before finally spotting their perfect target.
Mozzie had counted his money, and even though he had enough for buying breakfast he decided he'd rather save it to buy a proper dinner for them.
Mozzie watched the man standing behind the hot dog cart for a while, he was smiling and he seemed very friendly which was one of the reasons why it was perfect target.

"You know what to do Neal?"

The younger boy nodded before leaving Mozzie's side.
Neal started to run and as he was passing the cart he pretended to fall and immediately started to cry.
The man ran to help the boy without hesitation which gave Mozzie free access to the cart, and when he was sure no one saw he grabbed two hot dogs.

"Where does it hurt?"
"Knee"

He kept an eye on the man and Neal all the time and froze completely when the man rolled up Neal's pantleg and he could see that Neal had managed to hurt his knee for real this time.

"Hold on, I'll get a napkin"

The man got up and Mozzie unfroze just in time to disappear from the cart before the man had turned around.
Mozzie waited on a park bench even if he just wanted to run back there and make sure Neal was okay, but this was the way he had decided to do it just to make sure that he wouldn't be caught.
Soon he could see the four-year-old coming towards him and he got up from the bench and ran to his baby brother.

"You okay?"

The boy nodded and rolled up his pantleg showing that the man had given him a band-aid.
Mozzie released a sigh of relief before he handed the boy his hot dog and they sat down to eat.

When the boys were full they walked around the city, playing wherever they could and went into every store that seemed fun.
They didn't really have much else to do, it was either waste some time out in the city or sit in the apartment with nothing to do.
Their lives were pretty repetitive in that way. Every day was about finding food and make the time pass and then repeat it all the very next day.
They walked into a toy store, a store that Mozzie hated.
Toy stores were always filled with other children that had their parents with them and every time Mozzie saw them he felt incredibly jealous.
Why do they get to have parents but not him and Neal?
It just wasn't fair.
Luckily Neal didn't look at the other customers, he was too occupied looking at all the toys.
His brother never asked for anything though, he knew they didn't have money to spend on unnecessary stuff and it was too many people around to manage to steal something.
He liked to watch the toys though, maybe his brother was imagining what it was like to have some of those toys, maybe he was imagining what life would be like if they still had parents.
After leaving the store they returned home.
Mozzie knew that their uncle's heists could take several hours and they needed to get at least a little rest before going out in the middle of the night.

Neal however didn't believe that he needed to rest, he completely refused to take a nap.
Mozzie wanted to bang his head against the wall and he felt like a frustrated parent.
His brother had been crying and screaming for almost half an hour now and Mozzie had tried everything from comforting him to being strict but nothing worked.
He feared what would happen if Keller came home right now, their uncle had made it clear that he thought that the children should behave like obedient little puppies.
Mozzie only had one thing left to try, and he hated using it. Threats.

"Neal if uncle Keller comes home now and hears you screaming like this, he will send us away and we will never see each other again"

The threat was perhaps a little too harsh but it did the trick. Neal stopped screaming even though the crying continued, but now the tears were caused by fear and not anger.
The younger boy threw his arms around his big brother.

"No wanna"

The boy sniffled and Mozzie ran his fingers through Neal's dark curls.

"I know Neal. I don't want to be separated either but that means we have to behave and be good for our uncle okay?"

The boy nodded

"Hate Keller"
"Me too kid, me too"

A loud bang woke Mozzie up from his nap and he sat up in bed, looking around him in confusion.
He looked at his watch, their nap had been longer than expected and it was already afternoon and late enough to eat dinner.

"Neal, you need to wake up"

He said before actually looking next to him, finding the bed empty and his heart immediately started to beat faster.
Mozzie didn't like not knowing where Neal were, and the fact that their uncle could show up any second did nothing to calm him down.
He opened the door and spotted Neal who was trapped in Keller's arms, looking like he was going to burst into tears any second now.
Neal and Keller didn't go together, the youngster was terrified of their uncle while Keller couldn't understand the way four-year-olds worked.
He didn't know how many times their uncle had gotten angry because of Neal not talking in sentences or just from Neal whining.
He expected Neal to act just as maturely as Mozzie did.

"Finally, you're awake"

Their uncle commented when he spotted Mozzie and Neal gave him a desperate look.

"You better get ready because we're leaving in five minutes"

Keller commented before he put Neal down in order to replace the child with a bag filled with tools.
Neal ran to Mozzie and hid behind his brother.

"Already?"
"The feds got tipped about our heist so we're doing a back up plan."

The FBI were on Keller's trail?
That wasn't good, what if they found him and took him away?
Then they would be forced into the foster system anyway.

"But we haven't eaten yet. Neal needs to eat or he'll get cranky"
"I don't care, all I care about is that you two don't mess this up. If you do then you will be very sorry"

Mozzie was about to question what he meant by that when he saw Keller lift a gun and tuck it away in the waistband of his pants.
Mozzie swallowed hard, hoping that wasn't meant for them.