Marinette woke up suddenly in a cold sweat. She panted and ran her hand through her hair and brought her knees to her chest.
Chat groaned and sat up, as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "What wrong?" He mumbled and yawned, rubbing his eyes.
"You're dad is going to freeze your account tomorrow." Marinette blurted out with her knees to her chest.
Chat raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "I mean he knows my main account, bug."
"No." Marinette turned to him and got on her knees. She held onto his biceps and looked into his emerald eyes with blue ones. "He's going to get into your tattoo one."
"How do you know this?" Chat doubted her. There was no way his father would know the account information for that.
"Promise you won't make fun of me?" Marinette looked at him and worried her bottom lip.
Chat quietly chuckled and slumped back onto his palms, before looking at her with a crooked smile beneath his blonde bangs. "Bugaboo… you sprout wings for God's sake. Why would I make fun of whatever it is you're about to tell me?"
"Okay." Marinette breathed out a slow breath with her eyes closed, before she opened them again. "Sometimes… I have dreams about things that are going to happen. I saw your father's guard handing him paperwork to your account. Then saw him freeze your account."
"Let's go." Chat threw the covers off of him and got dressed. He threw clothes at Marinette.
"Where are we going?" Marinette slid the black shirt over her head and stumbled, as she slid on a pair of worn out jeans.
"The bank. I'm gonna transfer money into your account, as soon as, they open." Chat quickly threw on his shoes and passed her her own.
Marinette quickly put her shoes on and followed him out of the hotel and into the morning air.
He got into the rental car and drove them to the bank.
Marinette yawned and began to fall back asleep. "It's so.. Early…"
"You can sleep later." Chat smirked over at her.
"Fine..." Marinette crossed her arms and looked out the front window.
He parked in the parking lot and pulled her inside.
"I need to transfer from my account to hers." Chat quickly spoke and pulled out his I.D. and slammed it onto the counter.
The clerk began to type and take numbers and names, while she moved money around.
"Alright, is there anything I could do for you today?" The woman looked at them.
"Nope, that would be all. Thank you." Chat took the receipt and they walked out to the rental car.
Chat sat in the driver's seat and took his phone from his pocket. He looked over at Marinette. "Can I see your card?"
"Where are we running to now?" Marinette peered over at him and handed him her card.
"Back to Milan." Chat tapped his phone and purchased two plane tickets to Milan with Marinette's card.
"But we just got here and we were just there." Marinette worried her bottom lip.
"Exactly. My father wouldn't even think to check . the longer we stay here… the more likely they are to find us." Chat smirked at her and started the car. He went back to the hotel and they packed up what little they had.
"I barely even got to enjoy it here." Marinette complained with a sigh.
"I'll bring you back here someday, Bug. I promise." Chat kissed her on the cheek.
He pulled her by the hand and returned the key cards to the front desk, before pulling her to the rental car and driving off to the airport.
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"He checked out of the hotel, madame." Natalie reported from her tablet.
"Where is he headed now?" Emilie turned to ask her with sad eyes.
"We're unsure. He didn't seem to use any money." Natalie tapped the screen and blew up Adrien's accounts.
"Keep looking. I fear for what my husband will do to him, if he finds him." Emilie sighed and sat down on her bed.
Natalie smiled warmly at her and sat down beside the blonde woman. She took her hands in hers. "Gabriel is a very different kind of man. Although, I know you know that. He's hurting. I think a part of him feels guilty for destroying your son-"
Emilie ripped her hands from Natalie's grasp and tears filled her eyes. "YOU DON'T KNOW! You're just his WHORE!"
"Madame Agreste. I am his assistant and if you fear for Adrien-" Natalie was interrupted again.
"You're not just an assistant, Natalie. You're more to him. I want my son safe. I want to be done with this. I want that demon out of him. Whether I live or die. I don't care. I just want my boy to be safe and happy. SO DON't BULLSHIT ME!" Emilie stood up and flung the door shut behind her, as she slid down to the floor in the massive foyer of the mansion.
"Emilie?" Gabriel stepped out of his office to find his wife on the floor.
He ran to her and crouched down in front of his sobbing wife. He pried her hands from her face.
She sniffed and looked into his grey eyes with her green ones. "Why don't you care about our son?" Emilie sobbed and her voice became desperate. "Why won't you just let me die and put it all back the way it was? Why did you do this?"
"Emilie. I-" Gabriel searched her eyes and couldn't think of what to say.
"Why did you bring me back?" Emilie's voice broke.
"Ma cherie. I love you more than anything in this world. When I lost you… I would have done anything to save you. So, I did." Gabriel sighed and pulled her to his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and she listened to the low drum of his heart.
Emilie shook her head and pushed him away. "THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HURT OUR SON! TO HAVE HIM POSSESSED!" She poked him in the chest and his eyes went wide. "I know what you plan to do and I won't let you do it to my BABY!" She got up with shaking legs and walked deeper into the mansion, leaving a stunned Gabriel.
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Chat pulled Marinette into Luka's tattoo shop.
"Well, look who chose to show back up." Luka smirked and walked up to them from his tattoo station.
"Is there anyway we can stay with you? For a little bit. Long enough for us to get out of here." Chat begged him with his hands in front of his chest, in a pleading motion.
"Yeah, I got a spare room." Luka shrugged.
"Thank you!" Chat fist bumped him and he shook his head.
"Hey, Mari." Luka winked at Marinette and she blushed.
Chat rolled his eyes, as Plagg growled in his mind, along with him. "Can I use your garage?"
Luka raised an eyebrow at him. "I guess…"
"Great!" Chat yanked Marinette by her wrist, but then stopped.
"You forgot something!" Luka threw a spare house key at Chat.
He caught it in his fist and thanked him, before walking out of the tattoo parlor with a confused Marinette.
"Why do you need his garage?" Marinette followed him down the streets of Milan.
"You'll see." Chat smirked and took her hand, leading her to a junkyard, filled with automotive and motorcycle parts.
Her eyes went wide at the sight and her lips parted.
"Let's go." Chat smiled down at her and yanked a surprised Marinette into the scrap yard.