Running from Leo

BONUS CHAPTER 4: Adrian's POV (i)

Had to get this off my mind. Enjoy :)

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"SOMEBODY CATCH THAT GROUP OF NAKED CHILDREN!"

"Run! Run! He's coming! Run!"

Tiny pairs of feet scattered in all directions on the corridor. Two headed down the stairs and one ran straight ahead of me. Like a runner who is in a race, I gained my speed and caught the first child by his legs.

"Gotcha kiddo!" I laughed then picked him up and rubbed his wet hair with a dry towel.

"N-No! No! Uncle, stop! Noooo!" Sandro squirmed in my arms, tried to push me away and screamed for help. Cheeky bastard. Nobody is going to help him in this situation.

I put him down on his feet and threw the towel over my shoulder, sighing in relief. "There! All done. One down, two more to go!"

The eight year old naked boy frowned at me. "I don't like you anymore. I will complain to mommy."

I scoffed. "I'd like to see you try, momma's boy."

"I am not a momma's boy! I am a big man!" He posed like a superhero.

Don't laugh at your nephew. Don't laugh at your nephew. Don't you dare fucking laugh at your nephew. Don't try to take this image of your naked nephew posing like a superhero in your head or on your phone. DON'T LAUGH.

I bent down to his height. "Well then, you better go back to your room and wear your night clothes. Call me if you need any help. Don't forget to complete your history homework. I expect that on my desk by 9 am sharp tomorrow."

He nodded obediently. "Yes, uncle."

"Now run. I have to find your brothers."

I took the responsibility of teaching History and common laws (in future) to Alessandro (and hopefully his brothers too) because nobody would teach that better than me and the fact that I completed my Masters and PhD together. Obviously, someone had to carry on my legacy. I'm ridiculously clever and more intelligent than my brother, who teaches his eldest son basic Math and languages. Of course, we had the best tutor in languages for my nephew but due to unseen, unexpected and weird circumstances, our tutor is currently unavailable.

After Alessandro was out of my sight, I began following the trail of water droplets on the floor, down the stairs, to two floors below and right inside one of the spare rooms which had its door half open. I grinned devilishly when I heard muffled giggles from the closet.

"Come out, come out wherever you are, my little munchkin demons. The devil is calling out for you." I made loud footsteps opposite to where they were hiding and opened the curtains. "Gotcha... Oh no, I got fooled. If they are not here then where are they?"

"Shh! Quiewt. He muswt nowt hear us!" One shushed.

"Thiwsh is so fun!" The other giggled.

"I said quiewt!"

Quickly, I opened the closet. "I GOT YOU NOW! MUAHAHAHA!"

I met with shrill screams of my mischievous three year old twin nephews, Angelo and Matteo Agostini. Both of them were named by Mama Louisa and Leonardo respectively and were the full package of naughtiness.