Chapter 219 - When I met my wife - mdtres
Aníbal
That was a sign from God not to kill him, but I needed to do it. I fired two shots next to the guy, who wet his pants.
"I’m a trained killer, I work for the government. I never want to see you in my sister’s life again. Today I’m sparing you only because she asked me to, next time I’ll skin you." I put the gun on his shoulder and fired. The guy screamed. "This is so you never hit a woman again!"
I took my sister’s hand. She was back with me, in my life, under my protection. She was walking poorly, so I helped her, trying to carry her weight, but I saw she couldn’t take more than three steps. She was experiencing the release of tension.
"Shirly."
My girlfriend was carrying the youngest and holding the girl’s hand. Their clothes were quite old and worn. People had come out to see what was happening. The rigorous training the organization put us through to be the best was paying off, because before I carried my sister, I turned my back to the house where she lived. I saw how the neighbors’ looks changed and knew this jerk would attack me.
I turned my body while drawing my gun, and as I completed the turn, I shot, hitting the guy in the chest. I heard sirens. I looked at Shirly, who was a lawyer, and called Rasca culo before they arrived.
"Aníbal," I sighed.
"I’m in Quibdó, I found my sister in very bad shape. I just killed her husband and the police are coming."
"We’ll be there for you."
"Thanks."
All I had to do was wait. Move Rata’s contacts, though it was self-defense. At that moment, Karen collapsed, and before she could fall and hurt herself while unconscious, I caught her. The police took her from me, and the ambulance gave her first aid. They read me my rights, and I didn’t say a word.
"Negro..."
"Love, you know I’ll get out of this. My brothers are already on it. Take care of my niece and nephew and my sister until I come for you. Take the car keys from my pants."
If there’s something I admire about her, it’s how she controls her nerves. That look of adoration she gave me tore me apart. She kissed me.
"Come back."
"It’s just routine."
The police stayed to investigate, lifting the body while they took me to the station. They took my statement, and I told them the truth. They put me behind bars. Rasca culo would take an hour and a half to get a private plane; there were no commercial flights at this hour.
At least I’d be behind these bars for about five hours, and I didn’t have a phone to call anyone. That meant talking to myself. I laughed. I spent seven years looking for her, the trail of my uncle, not even Rata could follow it. I imagine he was disappeared by the outlaw groups that govern the illegal mines, which is why I lost all contact. Besides, Karen was just a ten-year-old girl.
"Thank you, God, for putting my sister back in my life. I had given up on that. As Father Gabriel says, you know what we need, and the perfect moment is when you give it to us. Thank you for putting my sister in Shirly’s path. Sorry for killing, it was him or me, and you know I’m no fool."
Memories of my childhood came back. We were very humble; mom and dad gave us the basics. Then came the tragedy. My life in the Patron’s world flashed through my mind quickly, the afternoon I met Shirly. She had been working at the foundation with Gladis for months, but I didn’t know her.
That day, I accompanied Gustavo to visit his official friend with benefits. At that time, they were in a "we’re something, but don’t get your hopes up" situation. Out of all of us, Rasca culo was the most messed up. At least the Patron, Rata, and Cebolla showed character with their women, or so I believe.
Gladis came out with the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever seen. And I’ve been with plenty of women in my life. Too beautiful for a man like me, and I wasn’t underestimating myself, I just knew my limits. That elegant woman, with a guitar-shaped body, long black hair, dark brown lively eyes, and a beautiful smile left me speechless.
I’ve always been the joker of the group, always with a shaved head as Inés says, but I was speechless and serious in front of her, which made Gustavo mess with me. It was night, and we went dancing. Arnold arrived at the club with an older woman than our partners. I love salsa, and this girl from Huila did too.
We clicked like two pieces fitting together. I wasn’t able to say a word to her, but since then we started to run into each other at places. Later, she confessed that she asked Gladis to take her to places where she could meet me. In short, she asked for help to get with this black guy.
She was the one who made the first move because I didn’t think I deserved such beauty. I laughed again, remembering that afternoon when she approached me at the Múcura...
"Hi, Aníbal," she greeted from the stable, having just injected some cattle.
"Hi, Shirly." Her eyes sparkled.
"You look good without hair."
I burst out laughing. Two days ago, I lost a damn bet with Mojón and had to shave my head.
"At least I just got some benefit; it hurt to cut my hair."
I walked over to her side, and she leaned in, giving me a kiss on the cheek. Ouch! Now I'm all handsome, I'm gonna pee myself right here! At thirty years old, I still get nervous when a woman kisses me. I'm screwed. The truth was, I couldn't take my eyes off her; I wanted so badly to devour that red-painted mouth.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but can I ask what you're doing here?"
"Didn't I just make it clear?" She was still close; I was about six inches taller than her.
"I don't want to mess this up. I'd like you to be more specific."
"I don't think you're a shy man. Everyone refers to you differently. Do I make you nervous?"
"Absolutely, and I have no idea why."
The blessed tension between us was getting hard to control. I wanted to... That smile, those bright eyes, they swept away my sanity.
"Please, answer me."
"I want to spend the weekend with you."
Not only did my heart stop, but my dick did too. To hell with everything, I kissed her. My heart had never beaten so hard before, and Shirly responded to my kiss with desire.
"I don't want it to be just a weekend."
I had said it. My brothers were settling down, and I wanted that for myself too. She stepped back.
"I'll take whatever time you give me," I smiled.
"Until my dick doesn't get hard anymore?" Shirly's laugh was monumental.
"Seems like now that you've gained confidence, you'll be the Aníbal everyone talks about."
"Sweetheart, you mess up all my understanding."
"Sweetheart?" I raised an eyebrow; I'd held back for four months and wanted her in my bed. "On one condition," I frowned. "I want to be your only woman, even if my boobs sag, my skin gets loose, and my hair turns white."
"I'll still be bald. If I let my hair go white, I'll look like a monkey." Shirly laughed again. I swore to always make her smile.
"I want two kids."
"Granted," I replied.
"I'm very outspoken."
"I don't think you're more outspoken than me," I replied. This marriage proposal was illogical. "I feel..."
"That we're moving fast. I'm twenty-six years old. I know what I want, and you have no idea how much I've dreamed about your dick." I showed all my teeth. I picked her up like a sack of potatoes. "Aníbal!"
"Well, this dick has jerked off a lot thinking about your body."
The workers looked on, smiling. I carried her to the farmhouse, climbed the stairs two at a time, and entered my room. We didn't speak again. Her white skin was beautiful; I loved the contrast of my black hand on her abdomen. If our personalities matched, we earned a Ph.D. in bed.
She wasn't shy, didn't complain, accepted my dick with strong thrusts, and sometimes with gentle strokes. She enjoyed sex, and that was something I loved in a woman. I hate it when they play games or act prudish. That weekend, we ended up chafed from so much fucking. We did it in every way, in every position. She got me good when she told me some positions hurt her and she couldn't enjoy them.
That, to me, was gold. She also told me the things she loved. We were very clear about the intimate stuff. In my opinion, if you talk openly with your partner about that, you're halfway there. Before returning to the city, we were lying down after two days of living like Adam and Eve.
"Baby, for a week, I won't let you put that dick in any of my holes."
She was on my chest; I had an incredible view of her back, her small waist, and that delicious ass.
"I should be the one saying that. You've violated me, and my dickhead is raw." She gave my dick a peck. "I love that you're just like what I'm seeing."
"Forgive me, I hadn't had sex in almost four years," she turned and looked at me. "I had sworn off men after my last boyfriend left me for someone else."
"Well, praise the bastard who left you. Because I never will."
"Then I accept marrying you," she said.
"I'm not hard to keep." She slapped me, smiling. I sucked on her pink nipple again. "Just loyalty, Shirly." I said it very seriously, and she looked at me.
"Will I get that from you too?" Her comment revealed how hurt she was.
"I only follow that code."
"That's enough for me."
The sound of keys at the gate brought me back to reality. Smiling, Arnold looked at me with a mocking face and said:
"I leave you alone, and you throw a party... The worst part is, you don't invite me!"
I burst out laughing. A cop opened the gate, I signed several papers, and Gustavo was next to the lawyer who always got us out of these messes. I suppose by some magic, I'll have no record by tomorrow. They handed me my cell phone. I wanted to see my sister, meet my nephews.
"Maricela and Gabo are cute, your sister Karen is a much-improved version of your face."