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He dragged me to the car pulling me by the wrist.

"Why do they want to meet me now? I need to get back home to my brother!" I yell. He huffs and turns to me.

"I don't know why they're so fascinated with you and to be truly honest I can care less, But, I do know that if I don't deliver you to them we are both dead. Trust me, I know them." He stared at me for a second before pulling me into the car.

I look out the window, my eyes widen as the sun rises closer and closer to the peak of a mountain.

I need to get home to Tatum.

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My eyes shoot open to the feeling of falling. I fall through the car door and am greeted with dirt.

Marcelo had opened the door with me lying on it.

"Wake up butter cup were here." He says walking away from me.

I groan getting up and patting dirt off my sweats and jacket. I limp catching up to him.

"Did you have to do that?" I ask huffing. Before he can say something in reply I look at the absolute mansion infront of me. He says something but my ears ignore him and my legs stop moving.

The mansion looked to have had three stories. The entire thing looked like a Forrest. The house was a huge cabin. Six garages and a huge pond in the front where birds swam.

"Are you gonna walk or what?" Marcello asked staring at me. I scoffed and continued walking to the house till i reached the massive front door. We walked up to the door and without even knocking two women came and opened the door.

"Mr. Hernandez, bienvenido, por favor pase." One of the Hispanic ladies says. He comes in and I follow through.

"Por favor, dejeme llevarla a cambiarse." The other lady says motioning me to come with her.

"Wait, Marcello, I need to call my brother to tell him I'm fine he needs to know that I'm okay." I say as the lady drags me away.

"I left a note giving a reason for your absence don't worry about Tatum." He yells.

What is that supposed to mean?

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"Lo siento, mi ingles es no bueno." The woman says leading me to a room.

"Esta bien, yo hablo Espanol." The millitary required us to learn French and Spanish, the two other most spoken languages in the Americas.

"Hay ropa y accesorias que necesitaras para mas tarde esta noche." One of my eyebrows lifts up in confusion.

"What do you- Que quieres decir?" I ask confusingly. Marcello said nothing about being here all day.

"La fiesta." She says staring at me before walking away.

What.

She leaves me infront of a door as I stare at her walk off.

I need to be home with Tatum I cannot be here any longer or he's gonna start to worry for me.

I enter the room and got temporarily stunned by the size of it. I enter slowly and let my feet follow my body around it. I look at the bed and find folded clothes and the accessories the woman was talking about. Along with a note.

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