Romeo had never imagined that he would be in a car alone with a little girl. He probably looks like a kidnapper.

A handsome kidnapper.

But, why would he be a kidnapper when he's so handsome?

Romeo was uncomfortable. He wasn't good with children so what were the odds of him suddenly becoming the chauffeur of a child? Not just a child but an upset child that is also the daughter of his boss. It was confusing, to say the least.

He briefly looked at the rear view mirror to check the little miss. She was looking out of the window with tears still falling down her eyes.

Ah, damn his conscience.

"Is it really something to cry about?" He asks, cursing himself for saying the opposite of comforting. He decided to continue, like an idiot. "Your little mind shouldn't think much about it, ya know? It's over now."

"It's anything but over." She whispered so softly that her voice was barely there. She sounded so sad and so heartbroken that Romeo's heart actually shattered a little. "They preferred miss principal than Bella. They were going to choose her side so it's anything but over."

"Well, could you blame them?"

"They're my fam'ly." She sniffled, new fresh tears were welling up in her eyes. "They s-should have listened to Bella first... Even if Bella is a kid."

He sighed, scratching the back of his head in worry. They should have, he agreed silently. They should have listened to her side first.

"You can't blame them for that, kid. It's their first time handling that kind of situation. Your brothers ain't like that when they were little and so your dad doesn't know how to handle that stuff."

Oh, fuck. Should he say that to a child? He sounds like he was blaming her for being unlike her brothers.

"I know that, m'kay?" Isabella mumbled, looking at him. Her answer surprised him. "But am I a disappointment for helping a friend? They were just being a little mean, especially Raffy...If someone was being mean to you, would you let it go, mister?"

"Well, that Rafael guy was a little too much." Romeo sighed. "And ya got your point there, kiddo. I'd probably ki— I mean, be upset. I'd probably be upset. Like you. Yeah, that's what I meant."

He'd pat himself on the back if it weren't for the kid's next question.

"You were 'bout to say kill, weren't you?" Isabella asked in a bored tone. Her words sliced him in half in mere seconds.

"Nooooo..." He laughed nervously but then he sobered up. He realized that he wasn't a good adult and that he sounded like an idiot for lying. "Yes."

He was like a child who had been scolded for being bad. Well, he was a liitle upset because he thought that he was being a good adult.

Just a liitle bit.

Isabella huffed, looking back at the window with a slight pout on her face. Romeo fidgeted nervously. He was never good with children and his interaction with his boss's youngest is just the proof of that.

"S' raining." She said after a little while.

"It is, isn't it?" Romeo agreed. The rain was starting to pour a little too heavy. It might even look like it was a storm coming with how dark the clouds were getting and how the winds were slowly howling. "It's such a sad weather."

"The clouds are sad." Said Isabella with her adorable reply. "S' crying."

Now, what can he say to comfort that?

Isabella was like a blob of sadness right now.

"And you're lost." Isabella added even before he could try of a way to say something that's remotely close to being like a good person.

Romeo stuttered immediately. "W-Wait! Hold up a minute, kiddo! What did you just say? I'm not lost...?"

Or is he?

He snapped himself out of his misery and actually looked at the outside world for a moment before realizing that he was actually and completely lost.

He was too focused on trying to comfort the little girl that he was really driving them in the middle of nowhere. Plus, worst part was that there was going to be a storm so how could he continue to drive in that when he doesn't even know where to find their way back home?

He was the worst.

Not wanting to say defeat, he harrumphed. "Well, how do you know?"

"Bella doesn't live under a rock." Isabella huffed, looking at the driver's seat. "I know when we're lost and when we're not."

"So, I'm the one who's living under a rock just because we got us lost?" He childishly said.

She shrugged casually. Her tears were long forgotten. In fact, it wasn't even falling down her cheeks anymore. "You said that, not me."

"Adults make mistakes!" He chastised with a frown.

"Mmhmm."

"Don't 'mmhmm' me, you icky smarty-pants! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He was panicking. He wasn't panicking. He's a responsible adult who knows what to do in times of crisis. Maybe Dante, his beautiful boss, will find them soon since he would probably notice them missing, plus, the man could probably could track them down.

"Cause you're an adult." Isabella said with a shrug, looking back at the window. She was really giving him an attitude.

"But I'm not a proper adult." Romeo whined childishly, parking their car aside in the middle of who-knows-where. "I can't even take care of myself! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Why was he blaming a kid for his not-being-a-proper-adult role in life?

"'Cause," she was starting to sound vexed with Romeo's antics, "you have the block of technothingymabob that tells you where to go!"

"You really live under a rock if you don't know the word cellphone. You mean a cellphone? That technothingymabob?" Romeo asks, brightening up for a moment when she nodded begrudgingly before deflating once again, like a balloon. "I didn't charge it though. I left it at home too."

It's weird, he internally noted. They shouldn't have been lost because that would have been impossible. Dante's men were following them and were guarding them a little while ago so the possibilty of being lost would be close to none, unless magic existed. As for his phone, he did leave it at home (which was stupid of him, now that he realized it), but he knew that they were well-guarded so he didn't mind if he left his phone at home.

Something was not right.

Something bad was going to happen and he just doesn't know what. However, he can't scare the little girl so he was feigning idiocy.

"I'm five years old who doesn't have the...cellyphoney, mister. Why are you being harsh on Bella?" Isabella, acting like an adult than a kid, pinched the brige of her adorable little nose. "And why did you leave it at home?"

She wasn't whining. She really wasn't.

"I didn't know that nature would hate me today and I definitely didn't know that my cellphone would be of use today! It's not my fault!"

Something was definitely not right.

He also know that he always have his phone, and any other gadgets ready, just in case, but when he checked on them this morning, all of them were shut down and he couldn't even open them, even if he tried.

"At this point, mister, 'm blaming you a lil' bit."

"Gee, a little bit? Just blame me fully if you're still just going to blame me, kid." He sarcastically said, pouting a little at her words. It wasn't his fault, right? Just because he was trying to think of some words to comfort her with, to the point where he would lose his sense of direction, doesn't mean that it was totally his fault.

Right? Right.

"M'kay. S' your fault that we're lost and miserable. Like the clouds." She said bluntly.

"Okay, I think I want the 'little bit' better than you blaming me fully now. It makes me want to cry, kid. I make mistakes, ya know? You shouldn't be so hard on this old man."

"Mister—"

"Don't call me mister, it makes me feel old."

Isabella rolled her eyes. The man said that he was an old man, now he doesn't want to be called mister because it makes him feel old.

Isabella was already tired and would prefer to be in bed right at that moment but talking to whoever-mister-was was like adding to her tiredness.

"Mister." She challenged stubbornly, unwilling to listen to the adult. She wasn't usually stubborn or mean, but with what happened with her preschool, she felt the need to be a little mean.

Just a little.

He glared at her. "Should have known that you were a bratty spoiled kid."

"Should have known that mister is an irresponsible mister." Isabella muttered to herself. "If I'd known then I wouldn't have sit in this car..."

Well, she does have a point.

Damn it.

"Okay, fine! You're right. I'm irresponsible. Dang it, now you know that I'm not a responsible adult. My life will be over because you know about it now!" He whined pathetically, already annoyed at himself for getting themselves lost even though the way back home was pretty simple. "Stop being miserable!"

"Bella's miserable? Me?" She asked in utter disbelief. "M' not the one who got us lost!"

"I know!" He cried, hitting his head on the steering wheel. Outside, the rain was getting louder and the clouds were getting darker. Thunder was roaring angrily. "I'm miserable. Pity me. Love me!"

"No." She coldly said.

She sounds like her father, Romeo noted thoughtfully.

"You're so cold, kid." He sobbed sadly. "Is that how you should treat your elders?"

She gave him a disgusted look. "Mister is a weirdo, not an elder." Isabella knew that she was being mean but what she had said was the truth! Romeo was having this mood swings that even the little girl couldn't keep up to. "And you said that you don't wanna feel old."

Romeo hummed thoughtfully. "Oh, I did say that. Jeez. I don't remember."

"That's 'cause you're old now." Isabella groaned. "Can we please find a way?"

"In this weather?"

"Well, mister 's already crazy so would it be too crazy to drive 'round the storm?"

"Are you calling me crazy?"

Isabella nodded. "Mister is crazy."

Romeo wanted to retaliate but he decided not to. He was crazy. In some ways, he was and he knew that. Isabella didn't exactly tell a lie and her words will never be one for as long as he was alive.

He smirked. "I'm glad you know that."

"Who wouldn't? If someone sat in mister's car and then get lost and then get the clouds to cry then mister is crazy." Isabella mumbled, not really sounding like she meant all her words. She just sounded tired.

"Did I at least comfort you?"

Isabella glanced at him, looking at him in this thoughtful way that Romeo didn't know that she could give. It caused him shivers. Her gaze looked so similar to her father when he was going to devour his enemies alive in the most brutal way possible.

Isabella looked away even before Romeo could even react.

She had a small smile on her face but she tried to hide it.

"A little." She mumbled shyly, fidgeting in her little seat. Her action caused him to snap out of his wandering thoughts.

He smirked. "What? I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that again?"

Isabella glared at him. "I said that mister is an stinkin' oldie and should never bully little girls like me 'cause it makes them look like jerks!"

"Your words wound me, kid."

"Good!" The little girl was evil. "M' the salt to your wound then!"

"How lovely." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You're a little menace, do you know that?"

"You're annoying, do you know that?" She shot back.

"I do in fact know that and you should be embarrassed at yourself for not knowing that."

Isabella snorted. "I do now."

Romeo grumbled, starting his car again. "Okay, okay. You're a menace, I'm annoying. Are you okay with that?"

"And you're an oldie." She added with an evil grin.

He grimaced. "What the hell do you mean by—— you know what? You're right. Let's just go find somewhere to stay until Dante finds us."

"Great." Isabella cheered. She was finally not a blob of sadness. She was probably happy at her little argument with the mister.

"And don't call me mister, ya lil' monster. It's Romeo. Ro-me-o. Romeo, 'kay? So don't call me mister anymore."

"You mean the one who died in a story?" She gasped. "That's horrible!"

Romeo looks at her. "Ha-ha! You're just acting like you care! You actually know that my name is not actually related to that story."

Isabella nodded. "I know, just wanna reconfirm."

He snorted. Reconfirm. The kid's just using big words because she wants to be the smart one in their little argument.

"Yeah, yeah. Reconfirm." Romeo sarcastically said. "Okay, kid. Let's quit this and let's find some place to stay or somethin'."

Isabella looked at her window for a moment with a dark look plastered on her face. It was as if she was thinking of something deep and dark. She nodded slowly after a while.

"I know that somethin's not right." She mumbled, causing him to look at her in surprise. He didn't expect those words to come out of such a young child.

She looks at Romeo with this spine-chilling gaze and the thunder that rolled out of the skies didn't help the feeling of uneasiness that brewed at the bottom of his stomach.

"Why do you say that?" He asks casually, not wanting to frighten such a young child by saying things that would probably scare her.

He doesn't want to handle a crying kid.

Isabella stared at him for a moment, as if she was observing him carefully. "Mister's been acting weird."

He sighed in relief. Romeo thought that she noticed their weird situation.

Romeo rolled his eyes. "Okay, kid, quit teasing me, kiddo. I—"

"But 'm not teasing." Her words were firm, and it didn't sound like it came out from a five year old's mouth. "Bella and mister can't be lost 'cause daddy's bodyguards were foll'wing right behind us.  Mister can't just possibly leave his technothingymabob at home 'cause mister is daddy's most trusted buddy and mister prolly always needs it and mister's been fidga-figet-fidg—"

"Fidgeting?" He supplied, hiding his shock with a friendly smile plastered on his face. His friendly attitude and expression would never compare to Anthony though.

The boy could hide his crimes and murders with just one friendly smile and sweet words that would make nobody suspect him.

Isabella was too observant. She was like her family, which was frightening. Romeo was amazed. He thought that she was just a simple kid who's just bantering with him childishly but she was actually observing him while doing so.

The little girl nodded. "S' something wrong?"

It was no use in hiding it. She already knew the answer but she was just reconfirming it.

"Yeah, kid. I think someone's on to us."

Isabella was silent for a moment. Too silent. Romeo was nervous that maybe he said too much.

But then, she nodded. "M'kay..."

"Okay? Okay only? Just like that?"

"I think mister— I mean, Romeo... Mister Romeo— I think Mister Romeo should drive for now."

"Yeah, I'll be doing just that. I think we should find somewhere to stay for now. We can't just drive around and looking for home like headless chickens, right?"

Isabella nodded slowly, hesitantly.

Romeo stretched his arms before driving to who-knows-where. He hopes that this doesn't count as kidnapping in Dante's eyes.

He also hopes that they'll soon notice that they're missing.

Ooooh, let's hope nothing happens 0^0

Well, I'm sorry for not updating in a long while  ;_;  but IM HERE NOW!!

So, now, we'll get to see more of Romeo and Bella!

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