Chapter 4 The Don

"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.

~~

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.

"What's your name?", Luciano asked, like he didn't already know her name. This came from the urge to hear her speak.

"Isabella!", she answered.

Luciano brought his hand back to his side, reaching into his pockets.

"Such a beautiful name!", He said, taking out his hand from his pockets.

He brought the same hand towards her neck, the Morales family watching the interaction intently.

None of them would have expected the Don would inject Isabella with a syringe all of a sudden.

Luciano watched as Isabella's eyes rolled back, before she fell forward and his taut body caught her just in time.

"Sir, sir! What did you inject her with!?", Mr Morales asked, suddenly standing up. The fear he felt earlier washed away instantly as his father's instincts kicked in.

"She'll be fine! She just took a quick nap!", Luciano answered, as he handed Isabella's limp body to one of the armed men who took her outside.

The family looked towards the door, wondering if Isabella was going to be okay.

"Is this hers?", Andreas came forward to ask as he grabbed the single box Isabella had brought down the stairs.

Assuming it was hers, as the family members were too spooked to answer, he took the box and headed out, Leaving Luciano and two armed men.

"Now, I hope you know there are consequences for your actions?!", Luciano asked Mr Morales as he took a seat on the single couch where Isabella sat earlier.

"But we already agreed on a deal!", Mr Morales said, shaking his head vigorously.

"As the plan with your daughter failed, I'll receive three hundred million and not two hundred million!", Luciano said, crossing one leg over the other.

His sentence was rather shocking, considering the fact that the family had no idea that Isabella was going to make such an attempt.

"But, but sir! We didn't know she was planning to escape!", Mrs Morales said, an attempt to get the Don to understand that they had no part In Isabella's foiled escape.

"If I had listened to every excuse, I wouldn't be where I am today!", Luciano said as he stood up from the couch.

He continued, "you'll have your daughter when I have my three hundred million!", he finished, heading towards the door.

The armed men followed after him, closing the door as they left .

"Mama? Papa? Where are they taking Isabella!", One of Isabella's sisters asked as they heard the ignition of the engines.

Mr and Mrs Morales, who had tried to keep the details of the entire thing vague to their younger siblings, shared a look, wondering how best to tell them what was going on.

Especially after witnessing Luciano injecting their daughter.

"What do you want to do with her boss?", Andreas asked as Luciano looked at the car right in front of them. The one where she was sleeping peacefully.

"Just keep her in the mansion, I haven't decided yet!", Luciano said.

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The Morales house was rather quiet, the remaining members of the family sitting in silence in the living room.

Their situation would make one marvel at the concept of time. They woke up that morning like they did every other day and thought their days would pan out like it always did.

Except, that very day, Luciano Rossi, the Italian Mafia Don would have their time.

The ladies stood up to clean the house of the mess that was made while the armed men were still present for surveillance.

Their father went back to his office after realizing the next step was to find a solution.

"Is Isabella going to be fine mama?" the girls asked once again after not getting a satisfying answer beforehand.

"Yes girls, your sister is strong, so she'll be fine!", Mrs Morales said, doubting her answer, but putting up a strong front regardless so as not to scare her younger daughters.

She continued, "Come on now, you were up all night, go take a nap. Today, I'll let you sleep in!".

"Alright mama!", the girls said before they headed up the stairs.

Hearing the door to their room slam shut, Mrs Morales let out a deep sigh as she took a seat.

A tear escaped her eyelids as she remembered how her daughter was treated earlier.

She may not have looked like it, but her mind was not at rest, and it would continue to be like that until she was sure her daughter was okay.

No mother would want her child to be treated that way.

After her much needed moment, Mrs Morales approached her husband's office.

She was rather shocked to hear shuffling, like he was looking for something.

"Amore!", Mrs Morales called out as she opened the door.

"I need to be left alone!", Mr Morales answered, looking through the documents he had stacked in a part of the room.

"You need rest amore!", Mrs Morales said, trying to get her husband to get some rest.

"Rest! I can't rest knowing my daughter is with that, that man!", Mr Morales shouted as he suddenly passed to look at his wife.

"I know, I'm aware of that, however, he has taken her, and there's nothing we can do to change that fact.

Unless you can magically provide three hundred million euros!", Mrs Morales said gently, trying to ease the situation.

"Aren't you concerned for our daughter?", Mr Morales asked, trying to understand why his wife wasn't thinking like him.

Mrs Morales who had been trying to hold herself down for the family suddenly got triggered by what her husband had to say.

"Concerned!? You dare ask me if I'm concerned about my daughter? The one I struggled to birth! The one I cried for the most? Don't you dare ask me that sort of question!", Mrs Morales shouted, her tone getting higher with every sentence, her breathing rapid.

"How are you going to pay three hundred million if you get burnt out", she continued, her patience flying out the window.

"You can't tell me what to do!", Mr Morales replied, equally angry.

"Yes, just like you took out the loan without my permission!" She replied with equal fervor.

She continued, "Mi Chiedo se sono tua moglie"

Turning around, she approached the door to leave when she heard her husband speak.

"Don't you dare!"