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THE ACCIDENT

ITALY : MARCH TWENTY ONE 2014

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Chatters and laughters resonated round the car as it drove across the city of Italy. From the look on the faces of its inhabitants, one could tell they were clearly one happy family.

"Dad! Jane devoured my cake!" Marco cried out as he clenched his fists tightly.

"Come on Marco, you're no longer a kid, okay? Stop crying" Mrs Fabrizio consoled as she pouted her lips while Marco frowned his face.

"Mum, let him cry, I don't care. Marco always thinks he can own everything!" Jane said, scoffing as she rolled her eyes, looking out through the window.

"Jane, you shouldn't have eaten his cake. You did wrong." Luca defended Marco.

"Oh please Luca, I know why you're defending him okay. Just 'cause you want him to help you implore dad to buy you a new car." Jane bit out, looking away with a sly smirk on her face, leaving Luca to face all sets of wide eyes gaping at him in disbelief.

"Is that true, Luca?!" Mr Fabrizio queried, feigning anger while Mrs Fabrizio hit her palm against her forehead, inhaling sharply.

"No, no, no, Dad! I never did so, I swear. Jane just lying!" Luca exclaimed, trying to defend himself as he shot Jane a death glare. If looks could kill, Jane would have definitely been 6ft below the Earth right now.

"You aren't going to say anything, brother?" Luca questioned Jason, who has been mute during the whole argument.

"I'm not interested in your childish arguments," he replied coldly, looking away from the group.

"That's my big boy talking!" Mr Fabrizio exclaimed in a comment, eliciting a playful hit on the shoulder from his wife, who proceeded to roll her eyes at him.

"Luca is the oldest. He is 16 and Marco is 15. Jane is 12 but they behave childish and Steve's 7, I'm only 9 yet I know my worth," he said arrogantly with a slight frown on his face, still staring away.

At his insulting comment, the car fell dead silent as they all focused on their father, Mr Fabrizio, who was focused on driving.

"We should have brought along the convoy, Dad. Why did you insist we use a regular car to the birthday party without some sort of protection? Anything could happen to us right now and we have no security to save us." Jane mused with a displeased frown on her face. She had been feeling awfully uneasy since the start of their journey but had only shrugged off the feeling.

"Try to be optimistic for once, Jane. Nothing's going to happen, okay?" Mrs Fabrizio asked, in an attempt to calm down her daughter, as she turned to give Jane a look.

"I'm a simple man with a simple family, Jane darling. Who's going to try to hurt us? So there's no need to worry, we are safe, okay?" Mr Brown assured.

"Um, Da—" Before Matco could complete his sentence, two black cars drove speedily past their car and blocked the way. The door opened to reveal five guys, who stepped out and rushed towards Fabrizio car.

"Lower the windows!" One of them ordered, his voice commanding and booming with authority, causing the once happy family to shiver in fear. They couldn't see the men's faces due to the masks they had on.