The Mafia Troublemakers

8. Busted knuckels and Unpacking

Zander's POV

What the hell is my brother thinking, keeping these girls here? He said that he was going to get what he needed out of them, then leave them to their lives. I leave the kitchen, my brother following close behind. I turn quickly and slam him up against the wall.

"What the fûck dude? You said that we would let them go! They don't need to be involved in this, they are just two regular girls. Hell, they aren't even from here!! Just, go back. Say you changed your mind, do something. But they don't belong here." I say to Xavier. Trying to get my point across to him, I slam him against the wall one more time.

"I can't do it, Dan. I don't know why but I can't risk them out there. I have a feeling someone saw us with them last night, if it were anyone else I would say screw it, but these girls, they don't deserve to be.... You understand me now? I need to make sure the coast is clear before I let them leave," Xavier explains, I still don't see the point, but, as seen before, he gets what he wants no matter what.

"Now, follow me, I've got a few things I need to discuss with a few people and it may get a little messy. I've assigned a couple guards to the girls and I think they are about to go get their stuff." He pushed me off of him and walks toward the basement. This oughta be good.

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I flex my hands as I walk up the basement stairs. I need to clean up my bloody knuckles before one of the girls sees them. I keep walking up to my bedroom, and as I pass the one given to Kendra I hear struggling and a thump as something falls on the floor.

'To enter or not to enter, that is the question' I think to myself before knocking. The door is unlocked so I invite myself in. On the floor is Kendra with a box overturned on its side. The contents of the box are spilling out, clothes are everywhere on the floor due to the box overturning. After closer inspection, a majority of the clothes in the box are dark colors, comfy clothes and what looks like....dancing clothes.

"Oh, um, hey. I thought you were Brielle." Kendra says looking up at me. I chuckle at Kendra's statement, "You thought I was a short, glasses wearing, freckle faced, loud..." Trailing off as she holds up her hand for me to stop. "I get it! I get it I won't compare you two again!" She says, laughing.

She trails her eyes up and down my body, landing on my hands. "Did you know your knuckles are busted up? You want me to help clean that up?" She asks, looking down at my hands. My knuckles are still bleeding from earlier. "Sure. Let me get a first aid kit."

A few minutes later I find myself in the bathroom, sitting on the sink. "This may sting a bit." She says as she puts a alcohol swab on my wounds, cleaning them. Sucking in a deep breath at the burn she hurries her pace and quickly wraps my hands up. "Thanks... Um, would you like any help unpacking?" She turns her head towards me in a flash, she looks at me like I'm crazy before finishing cleaning up.

I was about to leave before I hear a quiet response from her. "That'd be nice, thank you." And so we walk back into the room and get started on unpacking.

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It's around 4:30pm when we finish with her stuff. We've been talking the whole time and by talking I mean, I've been asking questions and she's been answering them. Every time she has asked me a question, I would avoid it and changed the subject. I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to give her any information on me, just in case.

"So, how long have you and your brother been in the Mafia?" At that question, I just about break my neck turning to look at Kendra. She's staring at me with a curious look on her face while she piles up the broken down boxes. Not knowing how to respond, I stutter out some BS answer. "I-I have no idea.... Where did you get a thought like... I mean really that's crazy!!" She stares at me pointedly while I stutter.

"Oh, cut it out. We aren't stupid, but you should really question the intelligence of the guards that your brother assigned us. I mean really, we didn't even have to beg for answers. We just pretended to know what they were talking about and they gave us all the answers." She explains.

I make eye contact and can see she's a tad bit wary of my response. "Please, don't let my brother know you know. He won't let you guys go if he ever finds out. Make sure Bri-" I'm cut off as the devil herself runs through the door, squealing, and looking terrified, she opens her mouth to speak after scanning the room.

"Oops...."