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𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓺𝓾𝓮- 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓜𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓸-𝓤𝓢𝓐
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𝓣𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂 14 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓲 2009

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acho lets out a deep sigh as he turns his attention back to the sleeping girl on his bed. She has remained motionless since he placed her there. He is uncertain about her current state of being. Her delicate wrists are bound by a tight rope. A white cloth is gently placed over her lips. This was a regrettable decision.  Savannah lets out a soft groan and slowly opens her eyes. She blinks twice, trying to clear her vision. Her head is throbbing with pain, and she feels disoriented. Where is she? This doesn't look like her apartment. She tries to move, but she's restrained by chains. Panic sets in as she remembers what happened. The terror, the bullet... Oh my goodness! She tries to get up, terrified. "Hush," a gentle voice soothes. A kind hand rests on her shoulder. "Hush, don't move, it's alright." Her heart is pounding like a racehorse as she cautiously lifts her head to look at the man sitting across from her. She studies the Mexican man for a moment before recognizing him. Tommy was held by this young man. Nacho!
Panic rushed through her veins. "No!" she exclaimed, trying to escape from him. "Please calm down," he said gently. Tears welled up in her eyes. She let out a soft, frightened cry. "Please relax," he repeated in a soothing tone, putting his weight on top of her. ""Please, please, please," she requests through the fabric. "Relax," he says again, this time more firmly. "Are you going to relax?" "Please get off of me," she implores. "When you relax, I will. Are you going to relax?" Savannah pauses for a bit before nodding. "Good," he adds as he steps away from her. He sighs and helps her sit up. "I will get you some food and water, now please lie down and try to relax, okay." Savannah trembles as she looks into his golden eyes. Nacho sighs once again and leaves the room. Tears roll down her cheeks. What has she gotten herself into? Why... Why did she have to witness it? And why on earth did Hayden call? Maybe they wouldn't have noticed her if he hadn't called? But what if they didn't? What was she to do? Go to the police? Tell them what she witnessed. Savannah closes her eyes for a moment, then sniffs. Why...
Nacho is in deep meditation when his doorbell rings. When someone knocks, he mutters, "Jesus. I'll be right there," he exclaims, dropping the bread bag. He opens the door and turns to face Tuco. Tuco groans as he approaches. "Please turn on the TV," he adds quietly. Nacho glances at him. "Please do it," Tuco says. Nacho mumbles as he walks up to his enormous flat screen and switches it on. Tuco sinks into the brown leather sofa. Nacho's stomach twists and twirls while he watches the news on Channel One.
""A gunshot wound to the head claimed the life of Tommy, the owner of Pinkies, a roadside diner. Law enforcement officials suspect that this incident may be drug-related, as methamphetamine was found at the scene." ""It appears to be widely reported on the news," Tuco expresses his concern. Nacho takes a sip, comprehending the implications. He now discerns the reason for Tuco's presence. "We must maintain a low profile for some time," he suggests in a hushed tone, directing his gaze toward the couple on television.
"Please, I implore you. I do not judge you, as that is not my place. However, all I desire is the return of my daughter. Please, search your heart and allow my child to come back to me." Tuco straightens up and asks, "Who is that?" "I dont know. Perhaps they are the girl's family," Nacho responds, glancing at the grieving elderly woman. A young, muscular man stands beside her, holding her hand tightly. "I have seen him before," Tuco replies, indicating Hayden. "How? "Is he a dealer?" "I am uncertain," he responds with a sigh. Nacho casts a glance at the photograph of the young lady in his bedroom. Her smile causes his heart to flutter.

""Savannah Esposito." Tuco murmurs, "Esposito," while Nacho closes his eyes. "At the tender age of 19." "That's why I recognize him!!" He's a mobster. You know, after his father passed away, he became... you know. He's the godfather!" "Tuco," Nacho sighs. "We must do something about this situation. This is not a good. For both of us, my friend!" Tuco exhales and lifts his hands. "I know," he declares. "All right, relax. Yo, I called my cousins. They're on their way. They'll help us sneak across the border. Nacho asks, "The border? I'm not going to Mexico! It's my dad..." Tuco says, "Your dad will be safe. He'll be better off without you here, okay? If things calm down, we'll just come back. We can't stay hidden forever or they'll find us. Trust me, this is how it usually goes. We don't have a choice here!" Nacho sighs and puts his hands behind his head. "Alright. Tuco. Alright. But promise me one thing. You gotta promise me... I need your word that I'll make it to Mexico and back alive!" Tuco nods. "Nacho, of course. You know, you're like a brother to me.Nacho nods and points at the television. "And the girl," he says. "If you have any information leading to Savannah's whereabouts or if you have seen this girl, please call the authorities on the number below."
Tuco sighs and shakes his head. "We don't have a choice. "We have to kill her," Nacho cries out, "Or," Tuco says. "Or we have to take her." Nacho closes his eyes for a moment. "You think that'll work"? "We don't have any other choice here, Ignacio! You don't want to kill her?" Nacho shrugs and spreads cheese on the toast. "How is she?" "Panicking," Nacho says. Tuco grins. "She'll panic even more." My cousins... They're on their way to this place. We'll take your van. They'll be in the back. With her." Nacho looks Tuco in the eyes. "You can't be serious?" "What do you mean, Nacho? What other option is there? They have a Mercedes? Unless you want her to spend the whole trip in the trunk?" Nacho inhales deeply and shakes his head. "That is what I assumed," Tuco responds as he sits down once more. Nacho exhales a sigh. "I suppose there is no other option," he groans as he proceeds towards his bedroom with the meal.
Savannah, filled with fear, gazes at Nacho with her golden eyes. She avoids his touch due to her apprehension. Nacho sighs and places the dish on the nightstand. "We can do this the hard way," he says as he lifts her. "Or we can do this the easy way. I prefer the last." Savannah gives a slight nod, as she does not perceive it as a request. Nacho politely instructs her to "Eat" and proceeds to release her hands from the cords. He takes a step back and gently removes the handkerchief from between her jaws. Savannah cautiously examines the sandwich, unsure if she can trust the food. Nacho lets out a soft groan and crosses his arms,"It's not poisoned." She doesn't appear to believe him. Why would she do that? He attempts to put himself in her shoes. Scared. Unknowing. She had just witnessed her friend or employer being shot by the same man who had given her a sandwich. He refrained from pulling the trigger, but it made no difference. "Do you require using the restroom or taking a shower?" He glances at her large blue eyes that are fixed on him. Tears, sorrow, agony, and, most notably, fear. His heart breaks when he sees her. He gently holds her face with a cleaning towel. Her frail body trembles in his grasp.Hey, I won't hurt you or anything like that. You wouldn't be in my bed if I wanted to do that. You'll be dead in a ditch someplace." Nacho lets out a sigh and gently settles into the bed. He carefully tends to her head wound, cleaning it with utmost care. "Listen, if this was for my sake... I," he pauses, locking eyes with her. Another sigh escapes him as he rises to his feet. "Do let me know if you require anything," he adds politely before locking her wrist with a shackle. He leaves the room, locking the opposite end of his wooden bed. Savannah groans as she tugs helplessly on the cuff. She closes her eyes and rests her head on the headboard. "Oh, Hayden," she sighs, sniffling. Tears well up in her eyes. What on earth was going to happen?