Chapter 198 - My Little Spoiled Girl - mdtres
Miguel
I heard Diana throwing up in the bathroom. I didn't want to leave her like that, so I called Inés to stay with her while I worked at the farm and put in my hours as a portable incubator. Besides, Aníbal already had several documents ready, and I needed to make sure everything was in order. My wife came out of the bathroom looking pale.
"Your son is really giving me a hard time." I picked her up and laid her back down.
"If you feel really bad, we should go to the doctor."
"Love, the first three months are like this, although it wasn't this bad with the twins."
"Diana, you're throwing up even water."
"Just pamper me."
I smiled, hugged her, and started stroking her hair. Inés arrived, and my Little One was asleep on my chest.
"I already told Tomasa to make her some soup, so at least something stays down."
"Thanks, old friend. She's been throwing up since four in the morning, and she did it last night too."
"That's normal," she replied.
"I don't want to see her feeling bad."
"Miguel, she's pregnant. For three more months, Diana will be throwing up even bile. What you can do is go to Dr. Jones and ask for some pills that will calm her down without harming the baby. Go on, you have to work; I'll stay and take care of her."
"Old friend, stay for a few days." Inés looked at me, her eyes moist, and nodded.
"But you'll have to take me and bring me back when I need to feed my babies." I agreed. "Having so many kids, and all of them getting pregnant, is going to drive this old woman crazy."
"That's what you get for praying so much and asking for us to be kept in line." She looked at me, ready to give me a playful smack.
"Well then, let the kids multiply. I don't want to bury any of you; don't give me that pain. Stay out of trouble. Don't think I haven't noticed the losses you've had this week. It's for a reason."
"We're just being careful, don't worry."
I looked at Diana, who was on my chest while I stroked her hair. I smiled as I looked at her. I completely agreed with Roland. I won't let anything mess up my life. I don't want anyone to touch my family.
At that moment, Isaac burst into the room like a whirlwind, running and smiling at his grandmother, who picked him up and showered him with kisses. I won't let anything ruin what has calmed my demons. I kissed my wife's head.
"Whatever it is, tell Diana," I said.
"Yes, it's just that I don't want to worry her, I don't want to upset her. I'll tell her after the first trimester."
"Okay. Veronica managed to get in touch with Roland. He's happy because everything went perfectly."
"That's good news."
Carefully, I got out of bed, leaving my little torment asleep. I picked up my son and tickled him.
"Son, behave with Mom. Your little brother is giving her a hard time. Stay with Grandma."
My son nodded. I gave him more kisses, grabbed my hat, and went to work. The day was complicated. I finished my shift with the kangaroo babies and headed to Dr. Jones's clinic, which would soon be one of our acquisitions.
"Doctor."
"Hello, Miguel. Look, I can't stay long; I have a C-section in a few minutes. Here's the prescription. Buy these pills for Diana; they'll help with the nausea."
"Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome. Have her come in next week for a check-up."
"We'll be there."
I said goodbye and went to a pharmacy. As I entered, it was nearly evening. There was a man... Damn! Roland was right. I went to the counter, handed over the prescription without speaking, turned my back so he wouldn't see me, and tried to sharpen my hearing, taking a deep breath.
"I'm staying at the hotel four blocks from here." There are four hotels within four blocks of here. "If you know where the new ranches are, I'd appreciate the info. I pay well."
They handed me the prescription, I paid, and left the pharmacy. It was already dark. I put the medicine in the glove compartment, grabbed the cloth, and smeared it with something we always had on hand. Some habits die hard. I closed the passenger door and left the back door of the double-cab truck slightly open.
I saw the guy approaching, with the look of "look at me but don't touch me." The problem, idiot, was that you were looking for someone you shouldn't. He passed by me, and with a quick move, I immobilized him. He tried to struggle, but man, this bastard was Onion. In two seconds, he was out cold. I put my head on his shoulder when he was unconscious, like we were drinking buddies, and shoved him into the truck. I called Simón.
"Tell me."
"I'm coming with Elio Mancini." For a second, Rat was speechless.
"Roland was right. That bastard is always one step ahead." I heard him laugh.
"I'm bringing him in asleep. Does Luisa know?"
"Yes."
"I'll get to your place. We'll interrogate him at the base. Erase the camera records."
I didn't want any evidence of what happened. I didn't stop, but I didn't break any traffic laws either. I arrived at La Apuesta, and Gustavo was waiting for me. This jerk was too heavy to carry through those endless hallways to the base.
I jokingly told Roland to create a quick in-and-out mechanism, like being able to drive in. That caught his attention. We waited to see how he'd improve it. In the basement, there was a stretcher, and thank God, that's what I like about my boss.
"How did you find it?" We were all dragging the stretcher, and I filled them in.
"Did you tell Arnold?"
He nodded, understanding the message. With the A, I was referring to the boss. We wouldn't talk about Roland's name; he might hear it or have some undetected sound mechanism from the first sweep Rasca culo did.
"He's waiting for us. I don't like this, Cebolla," Gustavo commented.
"Let's wait for him to speak," Rata responded.
We arrived. Roland was waiting with Dante on his chest, he only came with the baby on shift, always carrying one of his kids. Arnold was already there, he was the one at the headquarters, currently on his shift gathering information. Next week, he starts his study routine. Roland wrote on a piece of paper.
"I'll be watching, wake him up. Then Rata, send him back to Italy with the message that they need to talk to you, threaten him with handing him over to Any."
Roland wrote, then went into a room, and we went into the next one. It would just be Rata and me, Gustavo and Arnold would be next to the boss.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
Rata put a scent under Elio's nose. Instinctively, he kicked and threw a right hook, which Simon dodged and immobilized him.
"Look, asshole, I don't want to mess you up, but you know I can. Are you going to calm down?"
After a while, our prisoner settled down. I stood by, Rata was the one to take control of the situation, being the second in command of the organization.
"Are you going to kill me?" I laughed.
"If we wanted to, you'd already be dead. I would have done it myself and wouldn't have bothered bringing you here," I said.
"Look, Mancini, we don't know your reasons, but we're pros at this. Let's get to the point." He looked at Rata cynically.
"I'm on vacation," the bastard responded.
"Well, we don't want any trouble. We know your boss is interested in what happened with the organization, and when they find out, I hope they tell us. If you justify it with the truth, we'll call a very influential person in a government agency, and they'll hold you until you do."
"You have no charges."
"You must know the reputation of the nameless one in the world of framing and clearing records." Mancini looked at me. "Just give me a number, and those will be the cops you killed, so you won't be able to get out of a federal prison," I said.
Everyone in the drug world knew who we were, my reputation as the nameless one was known for forgery and car races.
"I repeat, why do you want to harm us?"
"Why can't you think that we need your help?" Rata and I looked at each other.
"What do you want from us?"
"A meeting with my boss."
"And why didn't you call us?"
"Look, Rata, we're the same, we work to keep our boss alive."
"My boss died over a year ago. We don't want anything, Roland gave us a chance to get out, and we won't waste it."
"You won't clear your doubts with me. They just sent me to find you and ask for a meeting with my boss."
"Just with your boss? Or with four more?"
I realized from his reaction that Mancini didn't expect us to know. Rata's experience in making it clear how much we knew about everything, even if we only had two pieces of information.
"Remember who I am... The Rat. Tell Alessandro, if he or any of those five mafias send anyone else, they'll go to jail. The meeting will be on Skype in two weeks, and you're leaving today. Tell your boss you did the job. Got it?!"
I covered his face with a black cloth bag, then put headphones and another bag over it, tied his hands and feet, and put him on the stretcher. It was good to make him think we were in a hospital. As we left, Roland, Gustavo, and Arnold were coming out. I looked at Mojón to accompany me. We had to drop an Italian at the airport.
"Relax, Mancini, to show you how hospitable we are, the ticket is on us."
I said. This made me think it was important to talk to my wife, I'd be home late, and I didn't want her to think anything inappropriate. We put our guest in the back of the car, Arnold put his gun in the glove compartment where he saw mine and smiled.
"Did Inés stay with you last night?" I nodded, started the car. "Can I stay at your place tonight?"
"Who are you targeting now?"
"Top secret."
I laughed, this guy was incorrigible. I glanced in the rearview mirror, and our companion was calm, he couldn't hear us. I called Diana.
"Hey, Beast."
"Hey, Little One, love, I'll be late. I'm on my way to drop off a package at the airport, and I'll tell you everything when I get back."
"Is it something bad?"
"No. I have the medicine to stop your vomiting."
"Bring it soon. My throat hurts already, love you."
"Love you more." Arnold mocked all the sweet talk, so I punched him in the arm. I ended the call. "Don't mess with me, you'll be in the same boat soon, Mojoncito."