"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, huh? Hey cómo te llamas?" A man asked Tony. The three of them had made it to America, but we're now faced with American soldiers, investigating them. They were supposed to go one at a time but Tony lost it with a soldier when he yanked Ileana up, and so they didn't want that again. Now Ileana was sitting beside Tony in chairs, American men staring at them.

"Antonio, Montana. And you? What do you call yourself?" Tony smirked. His signature smirk fell when the man started speaking to Ileana.

"What about you, huh pretty girl?" The man smirked at her, looking down at her as she froze before turning her head to Tony.

"No quiero hablar con él" she mumbled quietly to him. He just looked back at her nodding at her words softly (I don't want to speak to them)

"Les dices que solo hablas española" he told her nodding as he did, kissing her cheek making her giggle, and pissing of the man talking to them. (You tell them you only speak Spanish)

"Hey, hey! No chatting, we're the ones talking, now, you gonna answer us?" He asked Ileana who just have him confused doe eyesz

"No hablo inglés" she mumbled to the man who just rolled his eyes mumbling a "fine whatever"

"Your gonna answer for her okay? What's her name?" The American asked Tony, seemingly bored of doing this all day.

"Ileana Montana, she's my wife" Tony lied in his thick Cuban accent. He knew telling them this made sure no matter what happened to them they'd be together.

The guard seemingly bought his bullshit, writing something down on a piece of paper before asking Tony a few more basic questions like where he learned how to speak English and what type of work he did.

"Have you ever been to jail Tony?" One of the Americans asked making Tony pretend to be offended.

"Me? Jail? No way, no" Tony nodded his head as he spoke and Ileana found it hard not to laugh at him, Tony wasn't a very good liar.

They started questioning him on whether he had ever been arrested for drugs. Tony denied all, which was lies, Tony had used his fair share over the years.

"Where'd you get this beauty scar tough guy? Eating pussy?" The man joked as he inspected the big scar on Tony's face. How he got that scar was not a fond memory for Tony and so already had pissed him off.

"You ask me that in front of my wife? You have no respect" Tony glared, and Ileana had to pray he'd keep his cool long enough to get through this interview.

The man then lifted Tony's hand which showed a tattoo of a heart with an pitchfork through it, seemingly meant for love, but men in Cuba got it if they were assassins in prison. They man knew something was up.

As they tried pulling the two of them up, Tony lost it, shoving the two men off Ileana, a protective arm now around her. They finally got him calm when he started ranting to the officer about how shit their lives were from Communism, and that they just wanted a fresh start together, to be free. Sadly it didn't work.

"I don believe a word of his shit, they all sound the same to me. That son of a bitch Castro is shitting all over us. Send this bastard and his girl to freedom town, let them see him" The main man said.

Tony shot him a smile of anger "you know something, you can send me anywhere, here, there, this, that, it don't matter. There's nothing you can do to me that Castro hasn't done already" Tony said taking Ileanas waist pulling her with him as he got dragged out the room by two men.

An hour later Tony, Ileana and Manny were on a bus taking them to the detention centre called freedom town where they sent many immigrants.

Ileana had her head resting on Tony's shoulder as he sat beside her, manny sitting behind them. "Estoy Cansado" she mumbled into his neck. He had an arm around her which he was running up and down her side. "y caliente" she added sighing from the heat. She thought Cuba was bad but for some reason America was weirdly hot. (I'm tired, and hot)

"I know baby" He mumbled kissing her cheek. Not long after she slowly drifted off to sleep, the long boat journey taking its toll on her.