Chapter 128 - You're a blackhaired person - Feddos
Simon
I went down to the basement after getting ready. It was six in the morning, and I hadn't slept at all. I left the data with Miguel so he could keep an eye on Luisa's cloned phone and location. I grabbed the car keys and headed toward the hotel where the signal was coming from. She was staying at a nice hotel in the north, near the offices of the law firm handling Roland's company cases... Our companies now.
I had no idea why I was so nervous. I felt like an idiot. I was screwed. I was about to see a woman I had no real idea about. So many faces of hers caught my attention, let's say that was the thing, and I wasn't nervous, no way. It had to be curiosity. With the stealth that characterized me, like just another guest, I slipped past the receptionist and got into the elevator.
I knocked on the door; according to the signal, she was in that room. I put everything away and hadn't even taken a breath when a woman with black hair down to her waist, long, toned, and tanned legs opened the door. For a few minutes, she stood there with her hand on the door, looking astonished or confused. She was so surprised that she couldn't do anything while I delighted in her gorgeous body. She was wearing a silk and lace robe... Holy shit!
My eyes traveled over her perfect body; I didn't understand this feeling that was rising. My heart started beating like I never thought it would again, and not only that woke up, my groin reacted too. When I managed to react to the situation and tried to speak, she screamed and slammed the door in my face.
I laughed, "Did that just happen?!" My dick was still erect. God, Roland's sister was perfect. She had a slight resemblance, but what was identical was the eye color and black hair. I took a couple of breaths and knocked again.
"I'm not leaving. We need to talk."
I said, it was evident she wasn't expecting me. After a minute, she opened the door, now wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. As I passed her, her scent overwhelmed me again. She was very nervous; I could detect it in her scent, and I had to control myself. No woman had excited me this way just by looking at her since Clara.
"So you're a brunette." She had beautiful freckles.
"Simon Moreno, how?" I smiled at her, and she blushed.
"You're the first to keep me up at night trying to find you. I have to give you that."
"You did it very quickly."
"Not as quickly as I'm used to."
"You're cocky." She walked over to the room's fridge and took out a bottle of water. "Can I offer you something?" I shook my head.
"Everyone boasts about what they're good at."
"And arrogant too. What do I owe this visit to?"
She pulled out a metal detector and scanned her bag. She looked at me as it beeped. She took it out and put it in the half-full water bottle.
"How many did you plant?"
"I have a lot of questions for you; you can do that once I leave."
"What do you want to know?"
"I see you decided to continue with the plan to dismantle the organization after Roland's death." She stopped and looked at me with a frown. "We want to help you with the plan."
"That's not a question. My brother did tell me you were good, but I like working with my people."
She moved closer to her belongings, and the device beeped again. She didn't find it, so she decided to take out the contents and throw the bag into the trash can.
"You've been away from Colombia for eighteen years. I know the organization, and you must know how loyal I was to the Boss."
"So it seems." She looked at me again. "I need to discuss this with my superior. I'll let you know, and if that's all, I'm expecting someone."
Two knocks on the door were heard. She opened it, and a man entered the room. So she was expecting a man. I put my hands in my jeans pockets and clenched them.
"I see." She furrowed her brows and blushed. I looked at the guy. "Sorry for ruining the moment. My apologies."
"Wh...
"But I'm telling you, she was waiting for you in a very sensual silk and lace robe." Luisa turned red at my comment, and the guy crossed his arms. "Luisa Sandoval, I'll be waiting for your call to see what your boss says. Excuse me."
I needed to get out of there; I had just made a complete fool of myself. I didn't look back, just closed the door and rushed down the stairs as if the devil were chasing me. I stopped on the sixth floor, why the hell was I so angry?
That scrawny guy was where those legs would be tangled up. What's wrong with you, Rata? You chickened out! I left that place, didn't mention the attempted kidnapping of her sister-in-law; she should be aware. I turned back to return but regretted it. I didn't want to see her all lovey-dovey with that guy. And it wasn't like I cared, I took out my phone and called her.
"Hello."
"Luisa, it's Rata."
"How do you have my number, Simón?"
"Does it matter?" I couldn't bring myself to say the word 'shit,' I think I'm going to mess up with this woman. "Well, anyway, one of the things I wanted to tell you is that yesterday they tried to kidnap Mrs. Verónica and not just her. Not everyone in the cartel will accept Roland's decision, be careful, the deadline is in two days. These people don't mess around."
It was easier to talk to her on the phone, I didn't risk her gaze unsettling me and those subtle freckles on her face.
"Luisa, somehow I feel like I need to protect you. You're the sister of who was my best friend. I don't just have a debt to take care of his wife; you've just made it onto my list of people to protect."
"Simón," her voice was a whisper. "Thank you... I suppose."
"I'll be waiting for your call on this phone, please talk to your boss soon."
"Okay. Thanks again."
"Your mom is also on the list, we'll talk soon, I won't interrupt you anymore."
"Simón, no..." I hung up.
Luisa
Manolo won't stop laughing at me, my nerves were on edge. I had worked with men because of my profession, had to give orders to many, but since I saw him at the airport, I turned into jelly with Simón's imposing presence. Since what happened with my father, every time a man got close enough to break personal space, I didn't like it, it made me angry.
But with that man, with a military bearing, tall, with eyes and hair as black as the night, he had a couple of tattoos on his arms. I didn't know until today when he came in that polo shirt, it fit perfectly on that athletic body. God, my brother's best friend was divine! I still had the phone in my hand, his voice over the phone did something to my lower regions, I had never felt those vibrations.
"Houston calling Luisa."
"His voice over the phone is more..." The yell from my crazy cousin Manolo snapped me out of the cloud I was in.
"Idiot, you scared me! And why didn't you come in a few minutes ago all flowery, you had to show your masculine side, which you haven't exercised since you were fifteen. Idiot!" He burst out laughing again.
"Oh, cousin! With a guy like that, I wanted to give you a hand. He has the face of a bad boy, dangerous, but." He made a gesture, like 'it's all good' with his hands. "As long as he's a good lover, as Roland's reputation suggests, consider yourself well served. But... wait! That's his best friend, the one the bad girls talked about."
I punched him in the forearm, my face was red because of that idiot. My cousin knew about my brother's life in that aspect because three times he had acted as an interviewer for a group of women who live by offering those services to the narcos.
God forbid my mother finds out! But Roland was worse than a Casanova. At least they all agreed that Verónica, the friend of one of Rata's favorite lovers, managed to straighten him out. And I witnessed it, after the attack my brother hasn't been with any woman, he's been faithful to her.