Detained

08.

❝Breaking and Detrimental News❞
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Same day, May 2016
San Antonio, Texas

Her mouth opened to shout for help but the call of aid lingered in the back of her throat when she heard the sound of Santiano's gun cock back. A silver glint of steel flickered in the corner of Moira's eyes as he aimed the barrel at her chest, positioning his forefinger over his lips, signaling that if she made a sound, he would shoot her.

Before she could swallow down her anxiousness, Marcos let go of the rope to tie her down with and gripped her hair in place of it, squeezing tight and pulling her head up so they could meet eyes. "Who the fuck is that?" He hissed, moving his gaze towards the door and scowling as the knocking became more insistent.

"My neighbor... Marva. My parents want her to watch over me," Moira managed to let out, wincing when Marcos yanked her head to the side, almost pulling the strands from her scalp before he let go with a quick smack of his teeth.

"You lying to me? Watch you? For what? You a damn baby or something? Why is she here? You managed to call for help?!"

Santiano sat on the sofa couch and eyed his younger brother, his expression slightly annoyed before his amber brown eyes settled on the black woman who was on the verge of having another panic attack. Staring at her a little longer, he slowly rose up to his feet and approached the two with plodded steps. "Move Marcos," he grunted, causing the younger boy and the woman to freeze, "we need to be out of sight when she answers the door."

Marcos furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Answer the door... What? Why would she—"

Santiano didn't even spare a glance towards his brother—he kept his steely stare on Moira. "The less fucking attention, the better. Move the chair back to the dining room and toss the rope out." Marcos snatched the chair from under Moira but she quickly stood on her feet, rubbing down her arms and taking deep breaths as Marcos stepped away.

"You're going to change your clothes," Santiano suddenly instructed her, causing Moira to flinch and shy away when his hand rose up to point at the blood splotches on her tank top and sweatpants, "then you're going to open the door and tell that lady you were asleep and didn't hear her knocking. Act normal, and if you manage to blow our cover, I'll kill you both." He didn't wait for Moira to respond before he shoved her towards the hallway, the two of them slowly proceeding to her bedroom.

If she could, she would have shook her head. He wanted her to be normal. Of all things, she thought. That was the one thing Moira knew she wouldn't be able to do. She reached up to touch the base of her neck, the pain still there but she wondered if Marcos left any visible marks.

"Wear something that'll hide it a bit," Santiano's gruff voice came barreling from behind, and she immediately dropped her hands.

Once Santiano and Moira made it past the fallen bedroom door, the injured man stood at the entrance while Moira shakily moved towards the room's dresser, quickly finding another shirt and another pair of pants to wear. She budged to change her clothes but froze and remembered she wasn't alone. She glanced over her shoulder to see the man staring blankly at her. Moira didn't want to change in front of him; if she took off the tank top, he would see her bare breasts and if she took off the pants, he would see her in her underwear. Reluctantly turning to face him, she worked her lips to voice her concern, but a snarl formed on his lips. "Take the fucking clothes off and hurry up before I change you my damn self."