Chapter 220 - Support from my family - mdtres
Aníbal
I punched the kid from the group. We were following Rasca Culo, who took charge in the absence of El Patrón, Rata, or Cebolla. We got into the car, and once inside, Gustavo handed me his phone.
“Patrón.”
“You did the right thing. I would have filled him with bullets, and may God forgive me, but just imagining someone hurting my Pecosa, I'd kill and eat the dead. I'm glad you finally found her. I'm sorry for the way it happened, but the important thing is she's under your care now.”
“All thanks to Shirly. She got it into her head that she might be my sister, and it turned out she was. They say she looked like me.”
“Gladis is already on her way with your nieces and nephews, Aníbal. She'll be there first thing in the morning.”
It was the lady speaking now. In the background, I heard one of her children crying. It was three in the morning.
“Churrusco, get some rest. We support the decision you made. I'm happy for you. Tomorrow, when I tell Inés, she'll want to travel, but I prefer it be you who travels. They're getting the papers for your nieces and nephews. There was a recent attempt to kidnap Cereza's kids.”
“Thank you, Patrón. We'll be in touch.”
We arrived at one of the best hotels in Quibdó. My friends each took a room, my wife stayed in room 402, and my sister in 403. Taking refuge in Shirly's arms was what I needed, to feel her scent.
“Thank you, Encanto. I still feel numb from knowing I found my sister. I can't believe it.”
“Do you want to go see her? She didn't want to stay at the clinic. She only wants to talk to you. The kids fell asleep early after dinner.” I understood the look of sorrow in her eyes perfectly.
“Are the kids malnourished?”
“They ate like someone was going to take their plate away.” Her eyes welled up with tears. I kissed each of them.
“Thank you for proposing to me, for violating me all weekend.” She pinched me. I always say the same thing.
“This is serious, Aníbal!” I pulled her close.
“I know. Let's let them rest, and tomorrow morning I'll hug them. Now I want you to cuddle me.”
She was the one who always said that, to cuddle her; it meant stroking her from her hair down to her back and not stopping until she fell asleep. Today, I wanted that. She kissed me all over my face.
“Forgive me for what you saw.”
“Seeing Churrusco in action? It's not something you see every day. Even Lupe beat me to it. I was the only one who hadn't seen the man I love in an action movie role.” I laughed. She took off my shoes, socks, jeans, and my cock stood up out of habit. “It seems my lovely dick wants some attention too.”
“Do whatever you want with me, Encanto.”
The sweetness of having a unique and stable woman in your life was that, at any moment, out of nowhere, a bonfire could ignite. Suddenly, things changed. We were immersed in the flames of the most primal desire of all time. I loved having her on all fours, seeing that guitar-shaped body at the mercy of my cock, as they say, it was priceless.
Hearing her scream and moan my name, the more she begged, the more I plunged into that hot well that enveloped my penis. There was nothing else in this world I desired more than to melt inside her. I shouted when all my semen spilled inside her. I loved making Shirly's skin tingle. When her body changed state, it was my open invitation to dive into the abyss of pleasure.
“I love you, I love you, Encanto.”
“I love you more, my Black.”
I lay down beside her and hugged her. We stayed like that. The knocks on the door woke us up.
“Stop screwing and open up! Put some clothes on; I have a kid with me.”
I'll kill Arnold. Shirly's laughter was the best sign of a very good morning. She got up and gave my cock a tongue kiss to leave it more stiff than it already was in the morning.
“You do it out of spite.”
“You know I love chocolate.”
“Well, this chocolate bar is going to be eaten again.” The knocking resumed.
“We're coming!”
I went into the bathroom to calm my erection. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put on yesterday's clothes, and went to open the door while she entered the bathroom with her clothes in hand. Arnold had the youngest of my nephews in his arms, and a wave of a thousand emotions hit me.
Karen came out of her room holding my other niece's hand. We looked at each other, and like a child, I hugged her, crying. Fifteen years without seeing her. I lifted her, and she screamed in my arms. I carefully kissed her forehead and cheeks; her face was all bruised.
“I had lost hope of seeing you again.”
“Me too.” She was hyperventilating. Looking back, my friends were watching, and my wife was crying.
“I'll take my nephews to breakfast. Gladis will be here soon with your other two kids. Remember, we need to buy clothes for the trip.” Shirly took Maricela's hand. “Should I order breakfast to the room so you can talk and catch up?”
"Thank you, Encanto."
She gave me a kiss on the lips and they left. I took my sister's hand and we entered the room.
"Your wife is very beautiful."
"Yes, I still don't know what she saw in me, but I accepted to share my life with her."
"You haven't changed." She tried to laugh. We sat on the couch, and she touched her face. "She's a lovely woman, and I'm not just talking about her looks."
"That's why she's going to be my wife. I'm getting married in five months. Karen, I want you to know that you won't suffer anymore. From now on, I'll take care of all the expenses. Tell me, where have you been all these years? I couldn't find you." That look was the prelude to more tears, and I'm not one to cry easily.
"When Uncle left you on that street, he took me to a brothel." I clenched my hands into fists. "I didn't leave there until I got pregnant eight years later. They kicked me out. I got a job at a restaurant in downtown Bogotá, gave birth, and lived with my little Matías in the tiny room where I slept."
"In that restaurant, I met Maicol. We moved in together because he said he lived in Quibdó. I wanted to find you, but nine years had already passed. It wasn't easy living with him. I had three children with him, Gastón, Maricela, and Gabriel."
"He mistreated my oldest son, Matías, a lot. He did it when I wasn't there. That was always our fight. I love my four children with all my heart. My kids are not to blame for our uncle's evil." She hid her tragedies. "Tell me, what happened to you?"
"I became a hitman for a now-dismantled drug cartel. Now, I'm the manager of several farms that I'm a partner in."
I told my sister everything from that abandonment on that street to today. She didn't want to tell me everything she went through. She was younger than me, but her face and hands reflected the abuse and hard work she endured. Our breakfast arrived. Then my wife came in with Gabo in her arms.
"Sorry to interrupt, Gladis is here. Let's go buy some clothes and head out to Bogotá."
"That's why I love you," I said.
"For bossing you around?" I burst out laughing.
"You know who bosses who. I love you for loving me." Her eyes sparkled.
"Karen, what would you like to study?" My sister got scared.
"Aníbal, I only made it to fifth grade. I never went back to school." My heart ached.
"Now you'll finish high school, study a career, and do whatever you want."
"My kids come first. I don't want you to spend money."
"Karen!" Both women looked at me. Shirly rarely heard me angry. "I never liked bragging about what I have, but I told you not to worry. I have money, and I want you to become a professional and achieve your dreams." My sister's tears made my eyes water again.
I bought them clothes. We traveled in two cars to Bogotá and arrived at my apartment. I looked at my wife, and she seemed to read my mind. The kids sat shyly on the living room furniture, only looking around the simple yet luxurious apartment in the condo built by the Boss.
The same place where he gave the lady an apartment. There were four bedrooms, and the maid came every day. Our wedding house would be ready in three months, a gift from Roland, so I would give the apartment to my sister. I handed her the keys. She looked at me and started shaking her head.
"Aníbal, no, no, no, I won't take your home."
"My house will be ready in three months. Until then, we'll live together after the wedding. I can stay at my girlfriend's place. I just need to take my personal stuff, and that's it, sis. When you're better, we'll transfer the deeds." She kept shaking her head.
"I can't live in a place like this. I wash clothes..."
No job was degrading, but I got lucky, and my sister didn't. She didn't tell me even a quarter of what she had gone through.
"Karen." I cradled her battered face. "Accept that from now on, your life has changed. You'll only worry about studying and preparing. Tomorrow, the person who handles things and food will arrive. For now, we need to enroll the kids in school."
"You're going to spend a lot of money." And there she went again with the money. "I can study at night, but I need to work. I'm not a freeloader."
"Well," Shirly intervened. "Get better. When you're well, you can work with us at Mrs. Verónica's companies."
"See, it can be done," she said to me. "I need to at least buy my personal things."
I kissed her forehead, hugged her tight. She was starting to accept it more. I hugged my nieces and nephews. My wife had bought them clothes, but not enough.
"Well, everything's settled. Tomorrow, Karen, I'll come to register everyone and get your papers. For now, kids, do you want to eat hamburgers or pizza?"
"What's that, Aunt Shirly?" My wife's face made me adore her even more. She hugged Maricela.
"We're going to eat all of that."