"They are planning to kill the governor." Alejandro said as he paced in front of the burning flame in the fireplace while his and the Chavez family watched him. "They want to frame Zorro."

"So, you're telling me you didn't fight them?" Miguel asked.

"No. I didn't." Alejandro stopped pacing. Miguel stood up.

"When is this assassination supposed to happen?"

"I don't know. I didn't stick around to hear it."

"Then, now is the time to strike."

Miguel prepared to leave again, but Alejandro stood in front of him.

"No. It's best if we wait." he said.

"Are you kidding me?" Miguel asked. "You said Dominguez wants to frame you, and now you don't want to do anything about it?"

"Do you realize how many men were in that room? You'd never make it out of there alive." Alejandro said.

"I'm not going alone. Come on, kids." Miguel called to Santiago and Ana.

"Um, Dad. I don't think that's such a good idea." Santiago said.

Miguel was appalled. He wasn't used to his son disagreeing with his plans.

"What?"

"He's right, Dad." Ana added. "Trying to fight them now, would be a pretty stupid thing to do."

Elena, Joaquin, and Alejandro watched as the Chavez family argued.

"We talked about this before, Santiago. La Liga has to be stopped." Miguel said.

"We wouldn't stand a chance against them!" Santiago yelled. He pointed to the de la Vega's. "Even with their help, we couldn't stop them!"

"All I want is for you and your sister to finally have a normal life, son."

"But, this isn't about us, is it, Dad?" Ana questioned. "Because it sounds to me like you're just looking for revenge."

"What is your obsession with La Liga, anyway, eh?" Alejandro demanded.

"You stay out of this." Miguel pointed his finger to Alejandro.

"What are you trying to hide, Miguel?" Alejandro pressed. "Was it your wife?"

"It's none of your business." Miguel said. It was obviously a touchy subject.

"As long as you're staying in my house, blackmailing me, I'd say it's nothing but my business. It was your wife, wasn't it? Did she leave you?"

Miguel's blood was starting to boil. He already had hated the fact that Alejandro had even mentioned his wife, a woman he'd never even met. But now had the nerve to accuse her of leaving Miguel. Alejandro took the look of anger on Miguel's face as confirmation to his suspicion.

"She did, didn't she?" Alejandro continued. "It was because you were with La Liga, wasn't it? She was fed up with you playing games with her. So, she left you, and instead of blaming yourself, you blamed La Liga."

Miguel stepped a few feet closer until he was near Alejandro's face.

"Shut up." he said.

"Faced with those facts, it seems to me like you brought this entire thing on yourself, Miguel."

Miguel now had his arms crossed. He breathed slowly, trying to contain his anger.

"You know, you talk an awful lot, de la Vega." he said. "I'd watch that mouth if I were you."

"Oh, no. I think it's you who ought to hold your tongue." Alejandro challenged.

"Or what? You'll turn me in? Throw me out? You know how this works. As long as I know your secret, I do what I please."

"Well, I could throw you out." Alejandro sighed. "Or, I could kill you."

The teens, as well as Elena were shocked to hear Alejandro say such a thing. Miguel wasn't phased in the slightest.

"Oh, oh. Is that a fact?" he asked.

"Yes. Now why don't you have a seat?" Alejandro said, slyly.

Miguel shrugged. "Alright."

But instead of sitting, Miguel swiftly sent a right hook into Alejandro's face. This took Alejandro by surprise, but it also filled him with rage, as he grabbed Miguel by the shirt, and kneed him in the stomach before pushing him away.

"So, finally when the truth comes out." Alejandro said before punching Miguel. "You attack like a child. You're even more pathetic than I thought."

Miguel blocked a few attacks, and got in a few good hits, himself.

"Says the man who dresses up like a buffoon every night to fight criminals." he taunted.

Alejandro then gripped Miguel's shoulders and threw him across a table, which caused a few of the china that had been sitting on it to shatter.

"Enough!" Elena shouted.

Miguel stood up, and brushed some of the broken glass off of his shirt as Alejandro took his fighting pose to continue their brawl.

"I can't believe you're actually taking his side, Elena!" Alejandro complained.

Miguel held his hands up, as a sign of a white flag.

"It's fine." he said, indifferently, with his head down. "Alejandro, we'll play it your way."

With that, Miguel walked past everybody, and went upstairs.

Ana, and Santiago were completely mortified. They didn't know what to say, or how to react to what just happened. They had never seen their dad get that angry before.

Later on, outside of the hacienda Santiago was lying down on a bench, looking up at the stars, smoking a cigarette. He had been thinking a lot about the past few years of his life. How he and Ana had never really had a childhood. The only childhood memories they could dredge up consisted of learning to steal, and sword fight.

Santiago's mind was brought back to reality, as he heard footsteps approaching him. He sat up as he saw Elena walk over to the bench.

"Santiago?" she asked. "Is everything alright?"

"...Yeah." he lied. "I'm fine."

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Elena asked.

"No. Not at all."

He moved over to his right, so that she could have a seat next to him. As she sat, he took another cigarette out of his pocket, and offered it to her.

"Would you like a smoke?" he said politely.

"Oh, no thank you, I do not smoke." she said. Especially after that deal with Armand and that pipe, Elena had never wanted to smoke again.

Santiago shrugged and put the cigarette back in his pocket before taking another drag of his lit one. As he stared off into space, judging by his look, Elena could tell the boy was melancholy.

"You have been through something awful, haven't you?" she asked.

Santiago shot a glance at her, before looking off into the distance again. He sighed deeply, a puff of smoke exited his mouth.

"My dad just makes everything so difficult sometimes." he said.

"I'm sorry." Elena said. "I know how that can be."

The boy said nothing. But, he found it kind of hard to imagine Elena going through anything that could be described as "awful".

"Shortly after I was born, I was taken from my father and raised by one of his enemies." Elena said. Santiago gave her a look of disbelief, but was eager to hear the rest. "For twenty years I lived under the lie that Rafael Montero was my father."

"What happened when you found out the truth?" he asked.

"I was confused. I was not sure what to believe anymore. I wanted to hate my step-father, but I just couldn't. I do not think I ever could. No matter what he had done."

This conversation was kind of throwing Santiago for a loop. He threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked.

"Because you and I are alike. Your father is doing things that you wish he would not. It sometimes makes you think that he may not even love you. But, you need to know deep down, that he does. And no matter what he does, he always will."

Elena placed a hand on Santiago's shoulder to comfort him.

"Everything will be alright." she said.

Touched by the words, Santiago faced Elena.

"Thank you, Elena." he said, before giving her hug. She reciprocated, and kissed him on the head.

She gave him a smile, before getting up and walking back into the hacienda. As Santiago watched her go, he now felt an even deeper connection with her than before.

Back, at the Dominguez hacienda, Augusto had a hot iron, with an L shaped brander. He drove it into Bronto's wrist, who simply grunted through the pain. Apparently this was his final act before becoming an official member of the terrorist group.

"With whom does your allegiance lie?" Augusto asked.

Bronto raised his head up and said, in a throaty voice:

"La Liga!"