Chapter 313 - Idiot! Don't forget that I'm the boss - mdtres
Roland
"No, son, my other babies will arrive soon and I need to pray."
"Daddy!"
Hearing them, I lost my composure. When I turned, Sapillo was coming in with my two kids. My princess stretched out her arms just like Liam, and like a lovesick sheep, I ran to them. I had them with me again, back in my arms. Their little arms wrapped around my neck, and I didn't realize I was soulless until I had them clinging to me.
"I knew it, these kids were too cute to be Simon's," Sapillo said.
"I heard that, jerk!" We laughed.
"I haven't seen him, Mr. Roland, but thanks for giving us a second chance."
"I owe you one," I said.
"No. Let's just say we're even for now. I'm still in your debt. Now I must go because I think things are about to get wild here."
"Thanks."
"Liam extended his arms to his grandmother, who received him and showered him with kisses.
"Rino, the boy's lip is split."
Victoria started speaking in her indecipherable language, but I only understood "tete," "hambe," and "ñola pum." I don't want to think that means Marcela hit them.
"It's nothing serious," she said, in the bag Sapillo gave us, there were diapers and a change of clothes.
"I'll take care of them. May God protect us all, take care of each other."
"It's time to go."
Lobo had his position at the entrance of the plane, with his ammunition. We had turned on the lights. Patricia would stay on the ground but under the plane. Rino didn't like that Rata told her that would be her position.
The doctor would appear to provide support in case of confrontations. His main objective was the wounded. Only we had the suits; the rest might have bulletproof vests, but their limbs were exposed, and that would be his job, the wounded.
Only the seven of us would show up. I want to play a little with Nikolay's foolishness. We walked straight toward where the meeting would take place, in the next hangar, at a distance where we would remain in Lobo's sight, giving us backup.
Nikolay was waiting for me with his entourage, next to him were the heads of each mafia, and beside them, my people, Mole, Mueco, Zombi, and Cuajao, had the responsibility of keeping them alive and protecting them if things got messy here. Rata and Cebolla were on either side of me, Mojón, Rasca Culo, Churrusco, and Cereza watching our backs.
"Well, well, well! Finally, the dead man visits us."
I need to control my anger and use the feeling I had from not knowing about two of my children. That helps.
"You should have left me dead," I said. Slowly, my ability to instill fear made itself known. "Didn't they teach you to leave the dead alone?"
"You're not the boss anymore. You don't have the Colombian cartel backing you."
I smiled maliciously, stared at him, and slowly stopped smiling to change my expression, like a deranged hitman, and that hint of fear in the foreigner's eyes filled me with strength. He shouldn't have messed with my family, shouldn't have touched my children, shouldn't have desecrated my sanctuary.
"I don't need a cartel." I extended my hands. "We are the cartel." I heard his nervous laughter and that of his companions.
"We're not afraid of you."
Sorry, God, I swore never to kill again, but they messed with my precious ones and my princess... I regret not going to heaven because I'm going to take down this whole damn squad.
"Well... You should be."
Nikolay smiled, no longer so convinced. He looked at his son, and Arnold held his gaze.
"You could have been the owner of everything."
"Your world doesn't interest me. Oh, by the way, Yuri's death was because he sexually harassed Nikanor."
"Don't lie! Leave his soul in peace."
"Sorry for touching one of your little women." He turned red. He was hurt, which is why he made so many mistakes.
"Alessandro, it's good to see you again," I said, and the Russian mobster's face showed surprise at the familiarity.
"They're with me," he commented.
"Are you sure? Do they know that you were and are the mastermind behind the deaths of their relatives?" Seeing the fear excites me, something inside me feeds on the fear of these people when they know they've lost. "Alessandro, I was informed that your wife and children are doing wonderfully."
"That was thanks to you, Roland."
The Italian mafia boss extended his hand to me, and I shook it. At that moment, Mole and the group of men who had come with the Italian switched sides.
"Oh! I almost forgot to congratulate you, Onur. Your wife had a beautiful baby, four boys and a little girl. You must take care of her."
"Roland, the photo you sent me of my youngest son is beautiful. Thank you."
The Turkish leader walked past Nikolay, and that look of anticipated defeat was exactly what I wanted. Cuajao and his people switched to my side. Everyone switched, and he was left alone with his people and Medrano's.
"You didn't understand when I told you that your intelligence didn't allow you to realize that you were never in the real game."
I smiled. As quickly as possible, I put on my hood and punched him hard in the face. The guy is bigger than me, but if I could knock out Arnold, how could I not do it to his father? At that moment, the shooting began. Everyone had their faces covered. Nikolay was on the ground. Rata threw me the tape, and I began to tie him up.
"I'll have fun with you later. Now I want Medrano's scum."
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Alfredo
I saw how the shooting started, how my companions focused on protecting the mafia delegates. With my backpack on, I ran to the place where the real fight was happening. I saw two injured people and quickly reached them. I applied a compress to stop the bleeding and told them to get behind the trailer.
I saw all my bosses fighting. There's a reason they are where they are. The chaos increased, with injuries on both sides, explosions, gunshots, and more wounded people that I attended to quickly. It was a battlefield.
In one of those moments, I saw Patricia being dragged by her hair by a guy and thrown into a group of men. I ran towards her, pulled out my revolver, and shot one, then the second. Direct shots to the head. Cereza was also running in her direction. A shot from a considerable distance blew one of their brains out. Our sniper began to support us.
I killed another one, and Cereza broke the arm of one. We only had one left, and he shot Patricia. A second shot from Lobo hit the man who had shot my Girl. At that moment, my ears went numb, and something inside me broke. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Cereza unloaded her weapon into the head of the idiot she was fighting. By inertia, I reached her.
"Alfredo..."
My girl said. I looked to the side, and blood was coming from her abdomen. I didn't know what to do. I was suffocating with the hood on, and if it weren't for Cereza, who took it off at the same moment Rasca culo arrived to support her...
"Rino..." One of my instructors' voices sounded distant. A loud slap hit my cheek. "Disconnect! LOOK AT ME!" I looked at Cereza. "You are not Alfredo! You are RINO, a doctor, and we need you. Separate it!" I nodded. "A patient needs you. We will cover you while you stabilize her." I didn't look at Patricia.
"What does she need?" her brother asked. I started giving orders.
"Press here."
While Rasca culo pressed his sister's abdomen, I began to take out the dextrose, channeled it, and, since I was alone, I had to know her vital signs. I connected her to the portable monitor. Then I checked if the bullet had exited, but it hadn't, which meant I had to extract it. Lobo and Cereza covered us while I did my work.
"I have to remove the bullet... Forgive me, Infanta, this is going to hurt."
I inserted my fingers to see if I could get it out and barely touched it. I took some tweezers and successfully extracted the bullet. I began to stitch her up with surgical staples, without anesthesia, and every time I closed it, it hurt me more. She moaned.
I half-cleaned the wound to cover it with gauze and adhesive tape. At that moment, the monitor of her vital signs... the same one that emits that sustained sound telling you that your patient has ceased to exist, pierced my mind.
Rasca culo screamed, and I, driven by a force I didn't know but that helped me work quickly and not get stunned, took out the portable defibrillator to resuscitate her. I wasn't Alfredo. She wasn't going to die in my hands. I removed her bulletproof vest, tore her shirt and bra, connected the electrodes, and sent the first shock...