Chapter 216 - Understand me! - meters
Simón
I watched the long and passionate kiss that Arnold and Lupe shared. From the Mexican's words, it seemed things didn't go well. I was still rocking Milena; it was almost time to head to the airport. Zombi and Cuajao had left two hours ago to check the route, and Mole and Mueco had done the same an hour ago. None of them had reported anything unusual.
"Rata." Lobo arrived and looked towards where Arnold was, clenching his fists.
"Lobo, you know the sacred rules of our organization, right?"
"Yes, sir. No killing women, no children, no rape, honor friendship and hierarchy, and respect our women."
"Forget about her."
"Arnold..." I stared at him intently. He looked down. "I understood she wasn't his type."
"None of our women were our type. Maybe they have some things, but I never imagined marrying a federal agent. I'm certain she could beat me up at any moment because she knows how to fight well. Respect what belongs to Arnold, even if they want to kill each other right now."
"Understood, sir. I came to say goodbye. I'm doing a sweep, picking up my clothes, and traveling to Russia tonight."
"Keep us informed. Take care, you know, only report to Cebolla or me. If we can't, the next in line are Rasca culo and Mojón."
"Understood, sir."
"For matters needing your help in a specific area, you can go directly to any of us."
"Understood. If I need a special badge, I'll go directly to Churrusco."
"Exactly. Stay alive."
"Goodbye."
I left Arnold at the kiosk. Milena was still asleep; my little girl's skin was so soft. Luisa hadn't answered any of my calls. Roland told me she had transformed into Luisa Krueger. This woman still doesn't understand that she is my Achilles' heel.
It was time to head back. There were two vans and Cereza's SUV. There were five kids traveling, Astrid, Lupe, Cebolla, and me. Arnold and Gustavo would take us to the airport.
The return to Bogotá went smoothly. At the airport, we saw Mole and Zombi from a distance; they were already heading to their destinations. They didn't greet us, as there couldn't be any record of us knowing each other. At seven in the evening, we boarded the plane. Lupe's certainty about packing the kids' things was a tremendous help; we didn't waste time buying their stuff.
The airplane seats were spacious. I sat down, my little girls in their car seats. I sent Luisa a message informing her we were on our way back. She left me on read again. I took my daughters out of their seats and held them, playing with them. Miguel was doing the same with his son. Lupe was thoughtful but had Andrea's bottle in her hand, soon asking for food.
I fell asleep with my daughters, one in each arm. I had a blanket over me, no idea who put it there. I looked at everyone, and they were covered up. Melisa with her little brother. When I looked at Lupe, she was awake, watching me.
"Thank you, Lupe." She smiled. It was midnight; the flight was going smoothly.
"How do you notice everything? It's like you read people's minds."
"I don't read minds, just their body language."
"Is that something you can teach?" I nodded.
"But it gets perfected with practice. What else do you want to ask me?"
"Poor Mrs. Luisa." I laughed. "You are a man, the father of all of them in what they specialized in, criminally speaking." The girl was smart. "Do you think it's wise to live in the apartment of a man who makes my heart race, knowing I won't have anything with him?"
"I don't like getting into those kinds of situations. I can only tell you that if you have the guts to tame Arnold's rebellion, stay."
"Should I change to get his attention?"
"Never do that. If there's something we men value, it's a woman showing herself as she is. We don't like illusions. In general, we love transparency, and for us, who are a pile of human scum, finding transparency in a person becomes our sacred world." Her eyes welled up.
"Thank you."
"Keep doing what you're doing. Be loyal and let him notice, Lupe."
"When will I know he considers me that sacred world?"
"When he talks to you about his life. Only seven people know about it, and he didn't tell them all on the same day."
"Was the first one Inés?" I nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Simón."
"Thank you, Lupe."
We arrived at dawn. Jacinto, Lara, and Jerry were waiting for us, sent by Roland. Each of us got into the truck with the foreman assigned to our ranch. I put the twins in the back. Lupe, Astrid, and Cereza's children went with Jacinto, along with Cebolla and her son, and Lara. When we got to the ranch, I thanked Jerry. I laid the twins in their crib, and Luisa came to check that the girls were alright.
"Are you not going to say hello to me?"
She completely ignored me. She set up the monitors in the cribs, gave me the cold shoulder, and left. I was exhausted. Being home made my body relax, releasing all the tension. When I tried to enter my room, I couldn't. It was a joke!
"Luisa, Luisa! Open the door nicely, or I'll break it down, Black-haired."
No response. I stepped back and kicked it. The lock broke, and I pushed the door open, heading towards her.
"What part of 'if you're nearby, I'll only have my senses on you' don't you understand?! I have to focus on complicated operations. If you're close, I'll be worried about you falling or getting hurt, and I'll neglect the lives of people who are also important, but you are more important than them. Are you that selfish, Luisa Moreno?"
"I hate that you make me feel useless," she responded through gritted teeth. I cupped her face.
"That has never been my intention. You can know all the combat techniques, handle all the weapons, but understand one thing: you are my woman, and I can't tolerate you getting hurt. Is it too much to ask for you to understand that?" Her eyes welled up.
"You are important to me, Luisa. Right now, I'm too tired to deal with a tantrum. Your daughters behaved better, and they were actually in danger."
I kissed her on the forehead and went to the bathroom. I needed to calm down. I took off my clothes and saw the bruises from the gunfire last night in the mirror. My whole body hurt.
I let the water do what it could. I didn't move when Luisa came into the bathroom, opened the shower door, and hugged me from behind. When she pressed my chest, I suppressed a stab of pain. She kissed my back... I was exhausted, but my dick had a life of its own and a stubborn resilience, slowly rising.
"Sorry if I seem childish. You have no idea how helpless I felt knowing my daughters were in danger, and instead of involving me, you sent me away."
"Black-haired, I'm not going to argue. This topic will never be a subject of conversation or mediation between us. Call me inflexible, sexist, or whatever you want, but understand..."
She turned me around, and her face changed when she saw my chest. The left side was completely purple, with some smaller bruises scattered across my body.
"Simon!" She covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Now you understand that official training is one thing, and being out there on the streets is another. If it weren't for the suits, I wouldn't be here, Black-haired."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Don't ever say that." She hugged me, holding her in my arms.
"I was already thinking of something to get you to forgive me. Luisa, you and my daughters are my whole life. You help me much more by staying away in those situations."
"I'll try." She started kissing my bruises. "Let's go to sleep."
She couldn't say that now. My second head had other thoughts. My wife noticed and, raising an eyebrow, began to stroke my dick. I closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the pleasant sensation given by my wife.
Minutes later, something warm enveloped my penis, and when I looked, it was the most beautiful sight on earth—my wife kneeling, pampering with her tongue what was undoubtedly hers.
"Black-haired..." I was about to come.
"Close your eyes and enjoy."
I did. Once again, she confirmed what Father Gabriel often told us: the truth always sets you free. Telling her the real reason she can't be in those confrontations guaranteed I'd sleep in my bed again.
A moan of release echoed in the bathroom. My wife had just given me a delicious blowjob, and now I was ready to sleep like a newborn baby, but I wouldn't. I wouldn't leave my wife like this. I lifted her, pressed her against the wall, and entered her. Without a doubt, she was my world.
"I love you," I confessed.
"You rarely say it, though I know."
"Forgive me for that."
I kept thrusting into her, my hand playing with her center while I penetrated her. Her walls began to tighten around my penis, and I was about to come again.
"Simon!"