Chapter 16

Missing

"I have no idea where she could've gone. She said she was only going out for a minute to get air..." Desiree commented. She was getting worried. The show had been over for twenty minutes. No one seemed to notice that she had gone, so Amber wasn't too concerned. She was however concerned with looking fabulous in her short, low cut, pink, sequined mini dress.

"She probably didn't want to listen to that idiot sing," Amber commented.

"I don't think she'd stay out this long," Desiree muttered. She was pacing back and forth in the opera's lobby. Pavi and Luigi had gone to security to see if anyone had seen Gia.

"Well? Did anyone see her?" Desiree demanded.

"No. No sign of her," Luigi replied. He may not be the most calm or loving person, but he knew how sketchy people would lurk around during operas. Even he was worried. When Luigi was worried, things were not good.

"Don't-a fret, mi more, I'm-a sure she will-a turn up," Pavi comforted, holding both of her hands up and kissing them.

"Hey, Doesn't that kid hang around with Gia?" Amber suggested pointing her finger at Lucas, whose face was bruised and bloodied.

"Oh my god! Lucas! What happened to you?!" Desiree exclaimed, running to him and kneeling down as best as she could to his level. Lucas was panting from running so fast, and he could only see out of one eye.

"They took Gia!" he blurted out. Everyone froze. Pavi ran over.

"Who?"

"I don't know," he said. "I tried to stop them, they hit me. They were big guys. Scary looking. They threw Gia in a car and drove off with her!" He exclaimed, blood continually streaming down his face. Desiree stood there, pale while Pavi's mind raced. There were thousands of people who hated GeneCo, obviously. Amber had exposed the weakest and most vulnerable member of the family to the entire world. He could only think of the amount of people who wanted revenge and how far they would go to extract it. This was the real moment that he had realized how he had changed. Gianna, this orphaned little girl had changed his life in such a manner he never thought possible. She was sweet and kind, talented and beautiful, everything that Mag was. She was also his daughter. She was getting happier, she enjoyed Desiree and even made him value her more. He was becoming someone he felt his mother could've been proud of. His father too perhaps... All of because of Gia.

Now, she was gone.

"Get-a everyone out-a," Pavi demanded to his brother to handle. Normally, Luigi would never allow his younger, effeminate, brother to speak to him like this, but this was a different situation and he went forward, screaming profanities at anyone in his way.

"Lucas, you have-a no idea where-a they went?" he asked the bruised boy.

"No, I can't see too well," he muttered. His face was swollen and still oozing blood.

"Desiree, you wait-a here, get him-a fixed up. I will arrange for-a searches all over-a Sanitarium," he promised. Desiree nodded, still pale, she couldn't imagine how scared Gia must be, and she couldn't bear the thought of Gia being hurt when Desiree let her leave, just thinking about it gave her sharp stomach pains. Her face contorted and her perfectly manicured hand fell down to her bump. Pavi looked back and cupped her face, "Do not-a fret, we will-a get her-a back. Don't let-a yourself bring-a so much stress you hurt-a yourself or-a the baby," he warned, she nodded.

"Come on Lucas," she said, gently putting her hand on his shoulder and guiding the boy to someplace she could get him taken care of.

Meanwhile, Amber was still standing there. She was stiff and staring at the ground, her blue eyes clouded with guilt and her face showing more signs of remorse than he had ever seen. She was the one who insisted on exposing Gia to the world. She showed her off like a prize show dog and now Gia was in the hands of God knows who. She shuddered at the thought of what could happen to her niece.

"This is my fault," she whimpered. Pavi was shocked at this outpouring of guilt. She had never taken responsibility for anything she had done. Amber was Daddy's little princess and she got away with everything she did from the time she was out of the cradle. It wasn't Amber's fault though, really. Hundreds of thousands hated GeneCo. They killed their loved ones and they must have a burning hatred within their beings for the company that would gladly kill someone if they didn't follow their rules.

"Sorella, crying about this will not-a help the situation," he said. "Now-a, you can stay-a here and cry, or you can come help me get-a people on-a this," he said. The sooner he got the GenCops on this and when they got her back, the better.

"How're you so calm?" she asked him. Calm. That was funny to him. He had never felt more scared in his life. Not even when his mother left did he feel this terrified. Whoever had her had no problem hurting a boy who posed no threat to grown men, what would they do to a little girl who had no chance of defending herself against them and to whose family they would more than likely love to see burn?

"I'm-a not calm. I've never been-a so terrified in-a my life. But, I need to take care of-a this so we can-a get her-a back," he explained. Amber nodded, shakily. He took his sister's hand and he hugged her. Amber was shocked, for one, she hadn't hugged him in years. Secondly, she was hugging him back. This shocked him almost as much as it had her. Once they released they both walked off, eager to get GenCops on the task of finding Gia.

Gia finally woke up after the traumatic event of being snatched. When she was thrown in the car of strangers, she did as she had before, blacked out. She had no idea where she was. Who took her? Why? These questions spun in her head. She remembered Lucas, trying to save her. She shook her head, her eyesight coming to. She was in a dark room, dull, gray walls. A bookshelf holding a few books, the bed she was placed on, it was feminine, with iron poster bed. There was a small table with a lamp on it. Turning the lamp on, she opened a small book she found on the floor next to the bed. Opening it up, she saw photos of different people, their faces crossed off and organs drawn next to their names. Repo Victims, she thought to herself. She flipped another page and it had a small poster of her mother on it, her eyes filled in with red, her name scratched out. Gia's heart began to race. Wherever she was, she very much hoped she wouldn't be here long. She looked around, terrified, she was trying to make sense of all this. Why her? What would anybody want with her? Gia then froze. She heard something. Footsteps. She brought her knees to her chest and hid her face, the only thing she could do to try and calm herself in this situation.

The door opened. Two men and a woman entered. One man was older, his face withered with stress, apparent in his pale skin. He had salt and pepper hair and was in a dark suit like the other man, who was a great deal younger than him. The younger man had dark brown hair, and nearly black terrifying eyes. He was young and muscular, but different from the men who grabber her. The woman was frail looking. She wasn't old, but she was middle aged. Soft, brown hair fell to her shoulders. Her hair color matched with her warm, chocolate brown eyes and she had olive colored skin. She wore simple clothing, a black, long sleeved blouse and dark jeans. The younger man approached.

"Well, well. Finally, we've met Gianna Largo. The precious little Largo brat," he sneered. Gia still had her head down. He walked over and tanked her hair, jerking her head up.

"Ah, what a pretty face. I'm surprised your daddy hasn't stolen it," he growled. "Do you know why you're here Gia?" he questioned menacingly. She shook her head.

"You're here because we've all lost someone very important to us because of your family. Not only us either, we have a lot of friends who wouldn't mind seeing the Largos gone," he commented. "Now your family can loose someone precious to them," he finished. "Pleasant dreams, Miss Largo," he purred. The older people left with him, the woman looking back on her, sympathy in her eyes. Gia felt her heart race even faster. What was going to happen to her?

Author's Note:

Another chapter finished, and this one early in the afternoon and not late at night depriving me of sleep. Yay! Anyways, yes, we have gotten to this point, and I tried to keep everyone in character but put my own twist on it and so, I hope it came out decent. I really appreciate everyone who reads this story and who is in the Repo! Army! Because, of course, Repo is fucking amazing. Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW GUYS. It makes me happy.