Chapter 4 The Morales II
DON'T! EVEN! THINK! ABOUT! IT!”, the same voice said, this time more stern.
Isabella immediately stopped in her tracks.
“Put your hands where I can see them. You better don't test me, because I will pull this trigger!”
Hearing this, Isabella Instantly brought her hand above her head, so as to avoid getting shot.
“All units!! we have a failed escape! Round up the family!”Isabella heard one of the men speak into the collar of his shirt.
Isabella didn't have time to make sense of why he was speaking Into his collar, before she started hearing movements in the house.
It seemed like he had contacted the others.
‘Oh God I'm in trouble!’, Isabella thought, beginning to fidget
With her hands raised above her head, Isabella started hearing shuffling, banging of doors and heavy footsteps.
“Slowly go back inside your room!”, one of the men said, using his gun to demonstrate the ‘go back’ gesture.
Her heartbeat increased as she worried what would happen now that she had been caught.
“Contact the Don!”Isabella heard before the door to her room suddenly burst upon, despite the fact that she locked it earlier.
Mr and Mrs Morales who had only begun to sleep were rather surprised to hear the violent opening of doors in their household.
They didn't have much time to wonder before their door burst open too.
“Come on! Everybody out!”, the armed man said, scaring Mr and Mrs Morales.
“What?”
“What does that mean?”, Mr and Mrs Morales said in unison.
“No time for questions, go wait in your living room!”, the armed man said as he watched Mr Morales and his wife head out the room.
While they rounded up the family, one of them placed a call to Andreas, Luciano’s assistant. It was considered rather rude to call the Don directly, especially with the jobs they held.
Andreas picked on the second ring, “what's the situation?”, he asked.
Their call could only mean that something had happened.
“The girl tried to escape!”, one of the armed men said, earning a deep sigh from Andreas.
“Don's still in a meeting, I'll let him know as soon as he steps out!”, Andreas replied, hanging up the phone.
By this time, they had already rounded up all of the Morales family members in the living room.
Isabella's siblings looked confused, wondering why their sleep was suddenly disturbed after a long day.
Isabella's parents on the other hand wondered why their daughter had changed, like she was leaving.
As if they shared some sort of telepathic connection, they shared a knowing look before looking back at Isabella.
“Your daughter was caught trying to escape!”
They suddenly heard from one of them who wasn't armed.
He continued, “The Don has already been alerted! Everybody stays here till he calls back!”
This sentence sparked fear in the hearts of Isabella's younger siblings, thus they scooted to their mother, taking refuge in her warm hugs.
Isabella sat In the room, too scared to meet her parent's eyes.
The thought of her actions spelling doom to their family made her regret her actions instantly.
While the family wondered whatever hell Luciano was going to reign on them, the man in particular was just concluding a meeting.
“Let me know if you need anything else!”, Andreas heard Luciano say as he accompanied a client out of the meeting room.
“We have a situation sir!”Andreas reported to Luciano as the client walked out of the building.
“Talk to me!”, Luciano said.
“The Morales girl tried to escape, however, I'm not sure if it was planned or it was on her own accord!”, Andreas answered.
Andreas watched Luciano as he stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening. A rather difficult man to read, Andreas had learned the boss showed dissatisfaction when his jaw tightened.
He took a slight step back because he could predict Luciano was about to get angry.
“When was this?”, Luciano asked.
“While you were still in the meeting boss!”, Andreas answered again.
“Call back, tell the men there to expect my arrival soon!”, Luciano said, leaving Andreas to make the call.
In the Morales house, Mr Morales tried to inquire if what the man was saying was true. With guilt washed over Isabella, her head remained bowed as the reality of the situation started to settle on her.
She was in major trouble.
While the family wondered what their fate would be, a phone suddenly rang, loud enough to jolt them out of their reverie.
Andreas was calling back.
“Hello!
Copy!”, one of the armed men spoke before he cut the call.
For a call that decided their fate, it was rather abrupt, void of any answers.
“The Don will be here soon!” Was all the armed man said to his colleagues.
All of a sudden, Mr Morales started sweating profusely. A rather normal reaction as he dreaded Luciano's anger.
“Hey you! Go pack your bags! You'll be leaving sooner”, the armed man that received the call spoke as he pointed his locked gun towards Isabella.
“What? What does that mean?!”, Mrs Morales asked.
“The Don would take her with him!”, he answered.
“Move it!”, he continued, his attention now focused on Isabella.
Wallowing in regret, Isabella walked towards her room, one of the armed men following after her.
“What? What did she do?”, Isabella heard her father ask in the distance as she opened the door to her room.
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The situation was already out of control, especially with the Don alerted.
In the early hours of the next morning, the sound of cars entering the compound jolted the half alert family awake.
The Don had arrived!
Due to the last encounter with the Don, Mr Morales started to shake, a traumatic response to what Luciano had put him through.
Soon after, Luciano and Andreas walked in, their suits sharp as ever, despite the time of the day.
“Where's the girl!”, Luciano said, his voice slightly higher, some tones away from a violent shout.
Hearing this, one of the armed men pushed Isabella forward, her tear stricken face bent to avoid Luciano's eyes.
Isabella saw his shoes get closer before his fingers reached her chin.
With a rather gentle tug, Luciano raised her face to meet his, his green eyes daunting yet sparking curiosity in Isabella.
Raising her face to meet his was necessary as their height difference made Isabella look like a midget.