Chapter 67 - Punishment - mduno
The trembling voice of the younger brother's puppet gave me satisfaction seeing them scared.
"So, now you're afraid?" I laughed. "Rata, this idiot crapped his pants."
"Boss, they've been crapping themselves for days."
"Sorry, we haven't been very polite." I looked at the head of security and smiled. "Please, we need to correct that little mistake."
The cell had a toilet and a sink, no bed, so they've been sleeping on the floor. But being tied up, they couldn't use it.
"What do you want from us?"
I smiled again. There was a knock on the door, and Rata went up the stairs to get the plate of food I had requested. He placed it on the table; it was a large amount of grilled meat, the Cárdenas' weakness. I started eating in front of them. Their eyes welled up.
"It's really good! Why did you rebel and not rat us out to the feds?"
Their gazes shifted to my plate of meat, gluttony, what a deadly sin for these guys.
"I need an answer."
"We want what you have." I already knew that. "We just wanted to kill you to move up the ladder."
"Yes... And take over the organization, not just this one, but the one I have abroad, right?"
"Nothing gets past you."
I took another piece of meat into my mouth, and they drooled.
"No, the problem is that I did rat you out." They looked at me, furrowing their ugly brows. "The whole organization is waiting for me to talk to you, I won't be the one to kill you, I suppose everyone will want to punish you a bit."
"What are you talking about?" I saw the fear in their eyes.
"Rata, let them in, please." The members of the organization entered the basement.
"Gentlemen." I showed them the Cárdenas. "As far as I'm concerned, you can do whatever you want with them. Believe me, killing them would be the easy way out. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to do with them."
"They look much better slim."
"The bread and water diet works, gentlemen." I said, laughing. "Rata, let's go."
"But sir..."
"If they don't kill them, Fabian knows what to do. I won't see anything and I won't participate either. I have something else in mind."
"Oh, really?" We went up the stairs. "You've gotten used to changing my plans, can you tell me what the itinerary is?"
"For me... Verónica's apartment."
"She doesn't leave there anymore."
"I want to get drunk." Before getting into the car, I looked at him. "I'd like to have a few drinks with my best friend." Rata patted me on the back.
"You know the answer, man. More than screwed."
I laughed, I look like a damn zombie, I can't stop thinking if she remembers me, if she dreams about me, if she misses my kisses, I feel like asking Rata, knowing him he must have Verónica on his radar...
"You look like you want to ask me something."
"Well... Simon... the thing is..."
"I don't know anything about the lady..."
I don't know what happened, I punched the glove compartment hard and my friend shrugged.
"You're an idiot! You know she must be watched."
"Don't mess with me, Roland!"
He braked abruptly, we got out and, as always, when he had to confront me, he did, the truck where Cebolla was also stopped, he got out, stopped when he saw our fighting positions.
"Don't forget who I am, asshole!"
"Then give me the damn shot you've always threatened with, if not fix the situation with Miss Verónica or don't mess with me!"
"I gave you a damn order!" I shouted.
"And I followed it, you son of a bitch!"
I pushed him, he pushed back, threw his left hook, and it felt like a bucket of cold water. Since I turned twenty, Rata hadn't laid a hand on my face, I felt the rage rising through my veins, cars passed by to see the scene we were making.
"You asked me to find out her whereabouts and I did."
"You left her alone!"
I hit him twice and he stepped back, I'm better, I surpassed him long ago, Rata didn't stay still, he hit me enough to react to a situation where I was screwing up. That's what my friend did, he lunged at me, hit me two more times, broke my nose, the pain was unbearable.
"Who left her alone was you, asshole, she's not the woman I love, not the one I desire! She's yours!"
His words hurt more than the punch, I split his eyebrow and lip, tomorrow he'll have several bruises. I stopped fighting, my eyes watered.
"You know they can kill her..."
"You already did, or don't you remember the look she gave you when she saw you with Beatriz?" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"It's for the best..."
"Bullshit, Roland! He approached Cebolla. "Take this zombie wherever he tells you."
"I thought you wanted to..."
"Of course I'll be there, we'll get drunk." He looked at Cebolla. "You're invited too."
"Where are you going?" He stopped, laughing.
"Rasca Culo, start the car." He looked at me. "To buy you the whiskey." I laughed. "You don't want anything with the lady, I don't have to lose two men to watch her at a farm, where everyone knows who she is, the daughter of a great man."
"But..."
"If you want to know about her, find her!"
I felt like breaking his face again, he got into the car and left with the rest of the guys, the other two trucks left, Cebolla stayed with me.
"Boss..."
"Invite him."
He didn't seem to like what I said, but he was the closest to Verónica, I'd like to know if he knows anything. Besides, given how communicative he is, I know he'll tell her what I'm doing. The lack of information was killing me, and I really wanted to know about her.
Doing what I had never done, I never lost my head over a woman. But Verónica was not just any woman, she was an angel, to light up the earth.
"If you wish, Boss." We got into the truck, continued to the apartment.
"Thank you."
Well, and if Raúl doesn't tell her anything, the log of my life will be recorded on his phone, I'll even record videos so she knows where and with whom I share.