Chapter 287 - You must take out Carlina - meters
Kevin
"For that, he has you. Now tell me, was he on his way to the club?" And there it was, that look that said he believed there was something between him and me.
"You've become very good friends." I was about to speak, but Arnold beat me to it.
"Father, it's not what you think, but we do share partners and have great orgies. Don't get confused, I don't want Kevin for the same job you have your right-hand man for. That exclusive ass service doesn't interest me."
"But Kevin does."
"As long as he doesn't get the urge to touch me, he can keep his hands to himself. I have nothing against those preferences, but for now, I only like good breasts and smooth legs." That shut Nikolay up. "Do you think I don't know? Don't forget who I am. Excuse me, I'm in a hurry for a good fuck. Kevin?"
I walked behind Arnold, angry and at the same time smiling. After all, Rino's idiot joke wasn't so bad and left me looking like a closeted homosexual. As soon as we got into the car, I saw him put on the noise isolator, and I imitated him.
"Did you see her?"
I nodded. Now I understand them all. What I feel for Carlina is something I'm still trying to process. I'm obsessed with her, to the point that I no longer want to spend time with Irina.
"Your two kids are growing up." He stopped the car, checked if we were being followed, then looked at me.
"Two? Twins or fraternal?" His hands trembled.
"Fraternal." He was about to explode but then calmed down. "They're on the floor above ours, living with Patricia Vargas, Rasca Culo's younger sister. She cried a lot from loneliness. Every month and a half, one of us visits her and brings gifts. They record it, so you can see the whole process of her pregnancy."
"It's not the same. I need to find a way to get out of here. Something that catches Marcela off guard, and you get Carlina out... Lupe must be five months along."
"Yes, take this."
I took out the photo I had taken of her while she looked out the window of that huge apartment. A man who minutes ago killed in cold blood now clenched his jaw to avoid showing any humanity is hard to believe.
"Her hair is growing; she looks beautiful." He stared intently at the photograph.
"Lobo, I'm giving you two months to get Carlina out of this country, not a day more from today. We need to be with my siblings."
"Tomorrow's the operation to fake the deaths of Onur's kids and wife."
"The boss won't fail me. Before reaching Russia, that operation would take place in seven months. He moved it up. If it were Roland, after getting the mafia families out to have them on his side, he'd come after Nikolay. We need to be with him before that happens."
"What do you plan to do?"
"We have two months to dismantle that bastard's internal barriers. We know how to dismantle an organization from the inside."
"We'll kill them one by one," I said.
"Exactly. Let's give the boss a hand."
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Roland
I'm at the base, it's night, and in Turkey, it's day. I have all the screens of the guys' suits in front of me, except mine, Arnold's, and the two new members'. Any is also watching this from her job.
How I'd love to be there, but no way! They've been in Turkey for a couple of days now, according to Cuajao's report, they had some pending vacations. Through Alessandro, we hired Onur and through Guillermo.
We put our man in context, and if he wanted his family safe, he shouldn't tell Nikolay. Now he knew who the traitor was and that they were threatening to kill the family, all for power. The guy is missing a big screw; he wants to rule the mafia world.
In that family trip, we planned to cause an accident and have his family die. His usual practice is to travel alone, and his family on another flight to avoid being killed.
That's his routine, so we kept it with the difference that his wife travels with him due to her pregnancy. We couldn't find a body of a dead woman at that stage of pregnancy, and with time running out, I removed the woman from the equation, making it look like she committed suicide due to depression.
This Onur reproduces too much, though I can't say much, I had four in one go. But this woman is going for her fifth pregnancy. With a ten-year-old, an eight-year-old, a six-year-old, and the youngest at four.
Onion would be the pilot of the jet where Onur's children would go. In the other jet, Cuajao was the head of security for the Turkish mobster. During the staff inspection, it was discovered that there were seven infiltrators on the Russian payroll.
Among them was the head of security, a snitch, and Onur himself eliminated him along with the other six a couple of days ago. Those were the bodies that would be on the plane instead of the five men who would go with the children. Five escorts and two pilots. In the flight log, they reported seven adults and four children.
"We're ready."
Said my head of security. From now on, they would all be under Rata's command. I would only be the eyes and speak if necessary. The security team, led by Rata, Scratch, Churrusco, and Cherry, each had to take one of the children when the jet was flying. Then Onion would do the final job.
"Guys, do what you know how to do. The ultimate goal is to have our brother back with us."
"Cuajao," called Rata.
"Sir."
"Let the parents say goodbye to their children as they usually do. Tell the mother not to do anything she wouldn't normally do. She'll see them again in a month. We can't fail."
"Yes, sir."
Through Guillermo's glasses, I saw the couple saying goodbye to their children without much fuss. Only those who analyze body language would notice Onur's firm grip on his eldest son's shoulder.
"Behave and take care of your siblings, as we talked about last night, son. You need to think about who you want to become. See you in the Alps."
The operation would take place in Serbian territory. They would land in the mountains, each responsible for a child, and Any's agents would handle the rest. We have no idea where in the United States they are being taken.
"It's time to go."
Said Simon, fully in his role as a security agent. The bodies had been placed in the room of that private jet the night before. Everyone had their glasses on. Cherry was the co-pilot, and Onion was piloting. The children were very nervous.
"We're approaching Serbian territory; get ready," said Onion. Cherry left her seat.
"Let's get ready," commented Rata. Each finished gearing up, harnessing the children in front of them like skydiving instructors. I remembered when we all learned this trade. The first time, Churrusco literally peed himself from fear. After that, we practiced it once a year for a weekend until my torment arrived.
"Are you scared?"
Scratch asked Onur's eldest son. He would be carrying him since he was the biggest. Cherry carried the youngest, facing him. When they fell, he would turn his back to the void. We didn't want to traumatize him or have panic make him vomit.
"Dad said you were the best rescue team... And yes, I'm scared."
"You'll be fine, kid. Don't think about anything bad. Always look for the good side and enjoy how beautiful the earth looks from this height," Gustavo replied. The boy nodded.
"Are you okay, Batman?"
The boy had a toy of that superhero. The little one looked at Cherry and smiled, nodding before he put the equipment on him so he could breathe at this altitude. The children spoke English. Rata would carry the girl, and Churrusco the second child.
"We're waiting for your signal, Onion," said Rata. They took off their glasses, secured them in their bags, put on their hoods, and now the view on my screens changed to HD.
"Open the door!" shouted the captain. Rata and Scratch did it, securing the children to their chests. They were well-held, with the right equipment, their faces unseen. The plane descended to the proper altitude.
"Now!" In intervals of seconds, each one jumped. The last was Rata.
"See you below, don't delay."
He jumped. Four screens only showed clouds, gradually coming together. Meanwhile, Onion set the jet to autopilot and began removing the bodies hidden so the children wouldn't see them.