Chapter 53 - In the Wolf's Mouth - mduno
I arrived at the house with a smile that I couldn't wipe off, despite the astonished looks from the staff who take care of me. Cebolla's greeting was very explicit.
"At least today we won't be left working without being fed," I pretended to be serious. "I'm sorry, Boss." He lowered his gaze.
"Boss," Rata called out. "I left the package in the office, you should try it on. It's good to see that face of yours; if you came in like yesterday, I would have given you a beating."
"Don't mess with me!"
I replied and went to the office. Upon entering, there was a briefcase on the desk. I opened it, and there lay the fortune invested in a bulletproof suit.
"You need to put this on."
He handed me a pair of boxers and a thin bodysuit, the inside had Velcro where my balls would be. I took off my clothes to replace them with the provided ones; the bodysuit had a hole to keep my balls free.
"The bodysuit goes up to your neck, and there's a hood on one side."
I put it on, and it looked very clear through the mesh. I looked in the bathroom mirror in the office; it was like seeing the Spider-Man character, except my suit was dark silver. Rata entered with a revolver in hand, aimed, and three shots hit different spots on the suit. I only felt a strong impact. I burst out laughing.
"This fucking suit is awesome!" I shouted, still laughing.
"Boss, here," he pointed to a zipper that, when rolled, freed my dick.
"This is amazing!"
"Yeah, I have mine too," he showed it. "We can be relaxed on Thursday; no one will know we're invincible in a shootout. The important thing is not to lose the hood."
"Incredible, man." The day couldn't get any better.
The rest of the afternoon flew by; I wanted to see Veronica. I got ready and picked her up. D'Artagnan came out to greet me, as usual, while my girlfriend was doing her final touches, which I didn't know what they involved. I picked up Galaxia's son and sat on the couch to wait for her.
"Now I'm ready."
She commented, spinning around in the living room. I smiled, bit my lip, thinking how I'd love to see her do that pirouette naked. I felt a strong rush in my penis.
"Don't take it the wrong way, love, I don't see any change." She stuck out her tongue and smiled. Seeing her act childish like that pleased me. "Twenty minutes ago, you looked beautiful; you still do." She smiled.
She petted her puppy, checked its food, grabbed the keys, and we left.
"Where are we going?"
"To carry out a boyfriend plan."
I didn't like those silly things, but I didn't want to ruin that smile.
"Movie, dinner, walk, dance, and touch, touch until the second base."
"The last part doesn't sound bad at all." I smiled.
The wholesome plan turned out to be incredible. After dinner, we went dancing. They're silly things, but with her, I've only experienced those simple pleasures. She has become the first in many small feats. She looked so innocent while sleeping. I checked the clock; soon, I had to leave.
Last night, I stayed at her apartment. I sighed. I grabbed a towel and went into the shower. I had a strange feeling; I didn't want to leave her alone. It was true that I was coming back tomorrow, and for the first time, there wouldn't be naked women waiting for me at a party.
The water was cold. Don't think silly thoughts, and tomorrow I'll be with her. I laughed to myself. That's what had you nervous, Roland; tomorrow, you'll dive into that girl's story. I should feel happy, but I had a bad feeling.
I got out of the shower, dried off, and took a change of clothes from the closet. Then I sat on the edge of the bed to watch her. Yesterday, after dancing so much, laughing a lot, we kissed until we were exhausted, we came touching each other. Why did I chicken out again? "You really messed me up." Now I think about whether I'm good for her and not about my own desires.
"How did you do it, Veronica?"
I whispered the question I ask myself daily. I still didn't understand it; she effortlessly managed to dig so deep. I'm not good for her; I was the ruin of her soul, but why can't I stay away? I didn't want to stay away from her. I sighed.
Turning twenty-nine hit me with awareness. I let out a huff. What will I come up with tomorrow? I admit I was scared of finally getting what I had desired so much to the point of pushing every woman away. What if the charm fades after having her?
Being aware was costing me; it was shit to question everything. The phone rang; it was a message from Rata, already waiting outside the house. I kissed Veronica's forehead, smiled remembering her orgasms yesterday, her expressions were so sensual...
How this woman manages to get me so hard. I left the room with my dick as stiff as it could get. Before opening the apartment door, I calmed down a bit and adjusted myself; I didn't want to be the laughingstock of Rata.
"Good morning, Boss." They looked at me without saying anything else.
"Are we heading straight out?" I asked.
"Yes, Cebolla will be waiting in the helicopter in case something goes wrong, and Cereza will be waiting for our men in case they need to run. Everyone knows their evacuation point."
"Were the means of transportation checked?"
"Yes, Boss. I made sure of it yesterday without being seen." El Negro was driving.
"Do you think they'll attack today or are they planning something?"
"I don't know, I have a strange feeling. One thing I'm sure of, Roland," he turned to look at me, "there will be blood. Rasca culo is the most convinced that a lot of things will happen, and none of them are good."
"My cousin has his gift, Boss. He's always right," El Negro looked at Rata.
"Also, the Cárdenas have contacted John Hoolt." "The American?" "He himself informed me that they want to negotiate with his organization."
"They want to take over my business. That's a point in our favor; they won't attack us with the army or the police," I said.
"We already know what they want. That's always been their goal," commented El Negro.
"That's right."
At least I was reassured knowing that Verónica was far from this world, this damned different world. We arrived at the Cárdenas estate, and as usual, they received us as what I am—the boss of bosses.
They gave me the key to the private room, and I unloaded the briefcase. Rata inspected the place, blocked the signal of the microphones and security cameras. We knew they were going to watch me. I smiled; these fools thought I was naive.
Simón went out to the balcony and from there made the necessary changes. They would keep seeing the room, but while we were in the room, they would see a video and hear a trivial conversation. They wouldn't know what was really happening.
He left the blocking device hidden in a book on the balcony; they were too stupid to notice. As I lay on the bed, I saw a message on my phone. It was from Verónica, and it brought a slight smile to my face. While I was looking at it, my friend left me alone.
"It's sad to know that your boyfriend has a birthday, and he doesn't even bother to tell you."
Damn! I called her, and she didn't answer. I tried again.
"Verónica, answer!" I shouted.
I tried once more, and it went to voicemail. I threw the phone, and it crashed against the wall.
"The lady?" The head of security asked as he entered the room, took what was left of the phone, and put it in his fanny pack.
"Boss, the women have arrived. Soon the party will start, and it's confirmed, the Cárdenas are the traitors."
"Who could have told Verónica that today is my birthday?"
He looked at me with a face that said we have more important things, and you're worried about a girl? Maybe he was right, but knowing she was angry irritated me. I needed to focus on why I was here.
"When they're drunk, I'll talk to them."
"Good," he said, looking out the window.
"Is something wrong, Rata?" I asked as he sighed and scratched his head.
"I don't know, Boss," he moved his hands, "it's a bad idea to be here."
I looked at the clock; it was three in the afternoon. I also felt an unease in my chest, but it must be because of Verónica. Who knows what I'll have to do to get her forgiveness for such an omission. Well, wait another week to sleep with her. No doubt, something is happening around her virginity.
"I'm talking to you, Roland." "What did you say?" "The truth is, Miss Verónica has you messed up. Today is a complicated day, I need you here with all your senses."
"I know, idiot. Tomorrow I planned to advance the deadline of our deal, and today she found out it's my birthday, now she won't answer. At least I need to talk to her." There was a knock on the door.
"You'll have to talk to her later. Do you have your suit?" I shook my head. "It's time to start the show."
I took the briefcase, went into the bathroom, changed, and put the hood in my pants pocket. My hands and feet would be the only things uncovered. I wore a high-neck gray sweatshirt with black jeans and flexible shoes in case I needed to run. It was better to be prepared; my digital watch had thousands of high-tech functions.
We went down the stairs; the damn party was starting to heat up. On the table was a bouquet of different drugs for anyone who wanted to mess up their head. Everyone bowed their heads and raised their glasses when they saw me.
I reached where the leaders from each city in Colombia were gathered, those who had to answer for a part of the organization. The Cárdenas were by the pool with two women each. I approached, greeted them, and went to the large food table to satisfy human gluttony. I took a skewer and looked at the eldest of them, with his block of chains on his chest.
"Don Roland! They told me you've turned soft."
I glared at him for his comment; it didn't amuse me at all, and he shrugged, trying to fix it a little. That's how I like it, fear me, you piece of shit.
"Forgive me, but... since you didn't ask for a woman."
"I need you to organize a meeting in an hour."
"Don't mess around, it's your birthday. At least enjoy it, and we'll talk after six."
"Everyone, without fail, in an hour."