"Y-you what?" Moo backed away not sure if he heard that correctly.

"You heard me," he growled, "I killed that bastard, in order to keep you alive."

Moo was a little shocked and scared by this, yes, Miguel had killed many times before and has never met Hugo, but this was his father he was talking about. Even if Hugo wanted to have Victoria get an abortion he believed she still wouldn't go through with it with the stories Cobra had told him about their mother getting angry at him for having no respect for her children.

Overall, Moo didn't know if he should care about Miguel killing him, but he was curious to know more.

"How . . .?"

"What?"

Moo gulped, "How did you . . . kill him . . . ?"

Miguel blinked not expecting the reaction Moo had, "Well, your mother called me one day telling the news of her being pregnant with you," he gave a half-smile, "god, I was so happy . . . for her, but then my heart almost broke when she said that he had already made plans to get rid of you. I asked her if this is what she wanted, she broke down to me and told me she wanted to keep you and that if she didn't go through with it he would destroy her whole career and have Lynx, Cobra, and Nicole taken away," his were turning red in anger clutching tightly on the covers, "nobody threatened my children, nobody.

"A few days after the news I asked my papa if we could have Hugo over for . . . 'dinner'," he chuckled, "if there was one good thing about my father is that he was up for anything, even if it involved taking a little risk. We sent him an invitation and not long after we sent us back one saying 'it would be a great pleasure of eating with the great Santanas'.

"The day finally came to papá's mansion, which is mine now, and saw wearing the best suit he probably had in his closet," Miguel growled, "I wanted to kill him right there at the front. He talked to papá the most of the time just drowning him with questions about our family's fortune, I admit, I do appreciate papá for staying calm and putting up with it for two hours.

"Then, it finally came, our chef had made chocolate and caramel cheesecake for dessert; one of my many favorites. I ended putting rat poisoning in his piece not knowing that it would even do the trick, but . . . it did. I remember to this day, his mouth frothing like a rabid raccoon's, his body falling to the floor twitching hysterically, oh how it brought me great joy to see him suffer the way he made my Tori suffer. I think papá was happy too because he wouldn't have heard his voice again. We had men to take the body back to his house and set up a scene to make it look like an accident."

For some reason, Moo seemed quite intrigued by the story than rather getting upset, he obviously knew why, it still was fascinating to hear Miguel getting away with murder in the old world.

"So," he started again, "if you wanna start your hissy fit again, be my guest, I just know you're dying to say 'fuck you!' 'You heartless bastard!' Or, 'I hate you get the fuck out of my sight!!' So just go ahead and get it over with."

Moo looked down, "No . . . I actually understand why you did it."

This caught Miguel off guard, "Wait, what?"

"He wanted to keep his name clean by not wanting everyone to know about his affair with mom," he remembered vaguely about Cobra telling him that he also had a wife, "I'm honestly . . . grateful that you did it . . . you kinda saved me . . ."

Moo saw that his expression was kind of dumbfounded and soon saw that his eyes were becoming glossy as if he were about to cry.

He sniffled a bit before pulling out another photo holding it up to him. Moo cocked his head recognizing it to be what it appeared to him when he was younger, but something looked . . . off. He was in a location that he didn't recognize being before and hugging some younger boys that he didn't know either. He never had any more friends aside from Violet, and he looked to be about eight or nine, so by that time he going through a depression because of Violet leaving or when the dead started walking.

"Do you know who this is?" he asked.

"Me . . . I guess . . .?" Moo answered still unsure.

Miguel chuckled as Moo wondered what was funny, "Wrong."

He raised a brow, "Huh?"

"This is me with my three brothers," he started pointing at the other boys beside them.

He took out another picture that he was positive was him. He looked a little younger than Miguel in the other picture, but he remembered that day clearly.

He and Violet were playing pirates in his backyard when Cobra told them he wanted to take a picture of them in their costumes. Two hugged each other tightly l looking at the camera with big smiles.

He smiled at the picture pressing his thumb against Violet's picture always loved it when she smiled.

Miguel put the pictures side by side, "You see? It's pretty weird that you're Hugo's son, but you and I look awfully alike."

He's right, it was pretty weird and . . . scary on how much the two look alike in those photos.

"What's your point anyway?" he asked in annoyance, "that we have some connection or something?"

"More than that," he hissed, "you see, Tori and I were a bit older when you were conceived. It was around the time she started her little fling with Hugo and me and her . . . " he looked down Moo noticing a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Moo frowned, "I still don't understand."

"Matéo, she believed that piece of shit was your father when you looked nothing like him!" he exclaimed impatiently, "you always wondered why you got sick all the time? Why you have these impulses you still have to this day? Or why you grew up to be so big like Lynx and Cobra? Trust me, that man has none of those traits, neither does your own mother!"

Moo blinked putting the pieces together, he always wondered why he would catch different kinds of sicknesses having to resort to wearing a mask all the time, or why he was so quick to violently retaliate when others provoked him, or how he towered everyone he knew.

If Hugo had none of those traits then . . .

"You know that your brothers and sister belong to me, right?" he asked as Moo nodded, "she doesn't want to believe that you belong to me too."

"Because I don't," he retorted harsher than intended.

"She drilled it into your head too I see," he sighed, "but she knows it no matter how much she denies it."

"Look, I appreciate you not killing me and saving me from abortion and whatnot, but I'm not your son, okay? I may have a different father but it's sure as hell isn't you."

His expression hardened, "But your blood will solve our little argument," he sneered.

Before he could argue back, Miguel snapped his fingers having three nurses quickly coming from behind the curtains. As he was about to question them the three roughly held him down while another nurse came in with a large syringe with an empty glass container. He widened his eyes at the sight as he always hoped to see another needle again. He tried his best to struggle his way out of their grasp but they surprisingly strong. He yelped in pain feeling the needle pierce through his skin, horrified to see his blood being sucked out of him.

After it was over one of the nurses quickly patched the place where they received blood then rushed out of the room when they saw Miguel nod approval taking the blood with them.

Miguel stared at him with a smug look while Moo looked back at him his eyes blazed in fury.

"What the fuck was that all about!" he roared only making Miguel laugh.

"Oh, nothing really, just something for your . . . test."

He raised his brow, "What . . . test?" Moo asked hesitantly.

This time Miguel's face formed a more serious look, "I have a tendency to second guess myself, blood taken from you will determine if you're Hugo's or not."

"What does have to do with me?" he spat, "who cares that I'm his son or not I just need you to let go of my people, that's it. Why the tests? Why the games? Do I—"

"My patience is running thin with you, boy," he hissed with venom in his tone, "if the test determines you're not his son your people walk free, but if they do . . . " he leaned his face close to his eyes fuming with hatred, "you'll regret that I ever saved you and you will pay dearly for what you've done."

Moo's breaths heightened at the threat knowing Miguel to be pretty violent with his punishments. But he didn't care about that all he cared about was his people Violet being safe out of harm's way.

Miguel's face began to soften again, "Now, are we clear?"

Moo just stayed quiet nodding stiffly.

"Good," he got off the bed patting him on the shoulder, "I'll see you tonight, somebody will be by to bring you something."

When he walked out of the room Moo's heart began to race at every second. He didn't want to be caught up in "who's your daddy" shit. He may not want to be Miguel's son, but he could possibly put everyone and himself in danger if he weren't.

Cursing to herself, Marisol kept tugging her chains on her ankles out of frustration while Cobra laid down on the ice-cold floor in defeat. She always tries doing that for the past two weeks hoping the chains would weaken at some point so they'll be easier to snap loose.

But no luck.

"Come on, you fucker!" she growled still pulling them as hard as she could.

Cobra sighed, "Marisol."

She ignored him with all her attention put on the chains.

"Marisol . . ."

She still tugged.

"Marisol!!"

"What?!" she spat her frustration turned on him.

He frowned looking away from her gaze, "There's no point of doing that, we're stuck until Cat comes and gets us."

Marisol paused knowing it was almost a month since she's been captured. She now started to highly doubt that her sister was even planning to save them and just enjoying the role of being a leader.

But she wouldn't do that to me, she kept thinking, would she . . . ?

"This is my fault," he sighed again burying his face into his arms, "if I would've stayed with Coyote or even been there on that day where Matéo cut that guy's head off, none of this wouldn't have happened."

She hung her head down, "Don't beat yourself up, I'm really grateful that you and your mother came for me."

"I know that it's just . . . you probably would've been out of here faster if I stayed with Cat," he squeezed his eyes shut, "now we're in here for only God knows when and Moo's put in a shit ton of danger."

"I don't blame you, your mother or even Moo in this situation, we all know why Miguel wanted him in the first place."

Cobra nodded, "He doesn't deserve to be put through this, I don't care what kind of father he has he's always gonna be my brother either way."

She smiled, "I just wish everyone else thought like you."

As Cobra was about to say something else they quickly whipped their heads around when the saw spilling out as the door opened. They both recognized the figure coming down the stairs to be Nicóle. When she made it down she stared at the two pursing her lips shaking her head. They couldn't recognize the rest of her face for it being too dark.

"You two are coming with me," she announced making the two instantly look at her in disbelief.

"Is this some kind of damn joke?" Marisol snarked still thinking it was too good to be true.

"I understand why you doubt this, but Miguel has an event going on later tonight and he wants you two to be there."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "What event? The celebration of my execution?"

Nicóle shook her head, "No, something 'big' in his term."

While Marisol kept berating Nicóle with questions and remarks she ignored them while going to undo Cobra's chains. As she got closer she touched his shoulder leaning up to his ear.

"We're gonna get out of this soon, I promise," she whispered softly.

Cobra just stared at her blankly then furrowed his brows unsure of her brave remark. He hated to shove her away from him and just not believing what she said was true. He knew she was nothing like Lynx or Miguel, she was still sane; she was still her.

Maybe she is telling the truth and she's tired of Miguel's bullshit.

If so, he hoped she had a plan to get them out of there as quick as possible

As Nicóle went over to undo Marisol's chains she jumped back when Nicóle went to grab her foot glaring daggers at her.

"Don't you fucking touch me," she snarled backing away from her.

Cobra walked up to her rolling his eyes, "Marisol, don't you understand that she's taking us out of this basement you hate so much?"

"And don't you understand this might be a trap to our demises?" she spat back, "she can't be trusted, just like your crazy ass brother."

"I don't really care how you feel, but I want to see light again and you haven't eaten in two days," he added making her look down, "so suck it up and let's go, I'm not about to let you starve down here."

She sighed knowing she could never win an argument with Cobra, one of the reasons why she chose him as her deputy.

"Fine, I'll go" she grumbled in defeat holding out her foot.

After Nicóle unchained her feet Marisol felt the urge to sprint, but she realized it would be selfish of her to just leave Cobra and Victoria here might having to take the blame for her disobedience.

She jumped at the slight touch of Cobra touching her arm looking at her in concern, "Are you gonna be alright? I can convince Miguel for you not to go and not send you back down here."

"I'll be alright," she reassured him with a slight smile, "I'm just ready for it to be over already."

He chuckled, "I know that feeling."

Without the two noticing Nicóle turned away and frowned turning to the stairs, "Come on, you two, we have to be there before people start to crowd up."

As she walked back up the two followed along leaving the dark basement finally seeing the light again.

Dixon had led Violet to their medical house she didn't expect it to look the way it did. It was small, the walls looked like they were rotting with some pieces already falling off, barely had any windows, and there was only one person guarding it.

"This is it," Dixon spoke, "I know it doesn't look like much because it's Miguel's least favorite place."

I can tell.

As they walked up the steps to the entrance Violet turned and saw the guard sitting in an old rocking chair looking out into the distance boredly. He looked older than Dixon looking to be in his mid-thirties, he had a faint bony face showing most of his deep cheekbones and sharply chiseled jawline, his face also consisted of many battle scars and a few piercings with one appearing to be ripped off on his bottom lip, his body was muscular almost like Moo's with his herculean arms covered in many tattoos as he just wore a sleeveless t-shirt and black ripped jeans.

His deep emerald green eyes turned to Violet as she raised a brow staring at the blonde in fondness and curiosity. Once he saw Dixon beside him they immediately turned to malice as he walked up to him.

"What the hell do you want?" he snarked turning away from him.

"We just came by to check on Matéo," he told her, "why are you here?"

"Oh, Miguel picked me to be the lucky candidate to watch over the house of diseases, so nothing happens to my beloved little brother," he chirped sarcastically then rolled his eyes, "I swear this piece of shit is never guarded and no one has no use of coming here, all of our medicines are in the mansion."

He shrugged, "I guess."

He then turned to Violet his expression softening, "who's miss blondie?"

Violet's cheeks turned pink as Dixon started to explain, "You know when Miguel sent spies to take anything that'll get Matéo to talk?" he nodded as Dixon cocked his head over to her, "this is her, apparently he says this is his 'favorite' girl."

"'Favorite'?" he repeated confusingly, "I mean I can see why, but . . . what makes her so different than the rest?"

"For one, he knows her name, and two, he actually broke down when he found out she was missing and that's part of how he ended up here in the first place."

Violet's heart hurt when heard him say Moo 'broke down', she almost felt guilty for going outside that night.

The guard chuckled, "She must give some good ass head along with the best fucking he ever had for him to miss her that much."

Violet's face burned even more but wondered why because she never did anything with Moo . . . yet.

"Lynx . . ." Dixon rolled his eyes and groaned.

Lynx? Moo's big brother Lynx?

She squinted a bit before seeing the resemblance to the man she knew back then as a kid. She saw that he matured a lot over the years and grew more attractive. She remembered him being nice to her all the time by giving her snacks and a little money once in a while. But when it came to Moo, he thought of him as a curse of humanity.

With all the pain he suffered from her he couldn't forgive him for the incident he caused over him that probably still haunted him to this day.

"She just wanted to come by and see if she was alright, that's all," Dixon said making Lynx scoff.

"Alright? He's been treated like a damn king for the past few hours, right now he's eating this huge t-bone steak that one of the guards brought for him for lunch."

Dixon just ignored his comment walking into the house with Violet following him, but before she could further as Lynx tapped the butt of his rifle down to the wooden floor getting the blonde's attention.

"I guess I'll see ya around then, aye?" he smirked then winked at her.

Violet just nodded not wanting to speak to Ivy then rushed inside behind Dixon.

When the two walked inside Violet noticed it like a small hospital with a hallway that had curtains in each section, the walls were painted all white, and there nurses coming from in and out of rooms. She also noticed it smelt kind of . . . odd, it didn't smell bad but it smells good either. It was more of a faint flowery smell, the smell of those air fresheners people have in cars with a hint of dirt scent.

"Excuse me," Dixon waved at one of the nurses getting her attention, "do you know which section Matéo's in?"

She nodded pointing forward, "Three sections down to your left."

They both nodded with Violet already rushing up ahead of Dixon, he tries to stop her but she was already too far with Dixon having no other choice but to follow her.

She felt her heart skip at the thought finally seeing Moo again, one day without him now was too many for her. She could feel her muscles start lose tension and could finally breathe again when she stopped at his section where the nurse said he'll be with right behind her putting a hand over her shoulder.

"Look, if you don't like what you see, you're free to leave whenever you want to," he said.

Violet just started stayed silent her hand touching the silky curtain feeling hesitant on what she was about to walk into.

She took a deep breath slowly opening the curtain then her smile widened when she saw him wide awake sucking off the juices off the the bone of a steak. She saw that he was covered in patches and bruises, but from Violet's view he seemed to be doing a lot better.

"Moo," she breathed his head immediately shooting up at the name as there was no one else that called him that there.

His face began to brighten tossing the bone to floor his attention all on Violet.

"Vi!" he cried happily opening his arms for her to leap in.

Her expression quickly turned into concern when he heard him grunt in pain.

"Oh my God, are you alright?" she asked frantically backing away just before Moo grabbed her pulling her into his arms again.

"I'm fine," he stroked her hair kissing her forehead, "the better question is are you?"

She chuckled, "Now I am now that you're here," she kept out the part about Bruce.

"I'm glad."

He then pulled her closer to him crashing his lips into hers as she wasted no time to kiss him back. The kiss was long and heart felt with the two being away from each other all this time missing each presence every second.

They continued kissing until Dixon cleared his throat getting the two's attention. Their lips pulled away but their arms remained around each other.

"Do you two need some privacy?" Dixon asked jokingly but Moo rapidly nodded his head. Dixon just went with it getting out of the section waiting for Violet to be done.

Violet kept resting on Moo's chest while he started to speak to her, "How'd you get here?" he asked.

She frowned, "They took me while we were asleep, I thought it was just Ashley playing some stupid trick on me, but I was wrong."

As always.

"I'm just glad you're safe," he hugged her tighter.

She traced the large purplish blotch on the top of his right breast furrowing her brows.

"I should ask what happened to you," she looked up at him, "they told me that you weren't looking so good when you were brought here."

He pursed his lips at that, "Ashley told me that you were most likely abducted by these assholes, so since they were looking for me I figured that the only way to get you back if I turned myself in."

She gasped, "No! You didn't need to do that, you got yourself hurt and shit because of—"

"Cat."

"What?"

He looked down sadly fidgeting his hands, "I thought they were just gonna take me in and just send me off right away," Moo squeezed hours eyes shut trying to fight back tears, "but she had other plans and not long after Miguel and his people came and that's how I ended up here."

She stared at him unblinkingly for a moment, "You mean she . . ."

"Berated, torture, and shot me? Yeah, she did."

Tears started to run down Violet's cheeks not thinking that Catalina would do this to the boy. He didn't deserve to be treated like the dirt they walk on, he needed better.

"I was gonna tell Mary this but I guess I could tell you now that you're here."

Violet raised a brow, "What is it?"

He cleared his throat, "Cat was . . . um . . . killed during the invasion . . ."

"No!" Violet cried not believing it to be true, "how could she be dead?!"

"She was shot while she was still attacking me," he stroked her hair some more bringing her closer, "I'm so sorry, Vi."

She sniffled, "Don't be, I know mom's going to be devastated, but I'm glad she couldn't do any more harm to you or the town," she hugged him tighter, "the point is that we're together again and that we have to make out of here with our people."

"I know," he sighed, "just please don't leave me again."

"Don't worry, I won't."