Chapter 230 - Amy's Visit - meters
Roland
Dancing with my wife, disconnecting from who we were, and letting the music take us away brought us closer together. It had been a long time since I danced with the only woman I ever had. Verónica de Sandoval held the top spot in many things.
It was true we had other priorities, but this pleasure of seducing the woman who aroused me just by imagining her without clothes needed to happen more often. I couldn’t neglect one of her passions.
"Mr. Roland, a delicious piece of meat is waking up."
"And if you talk to me like that, it’s going to pop out of my pants. Don’t play, Vida."
The shameless woman wouldn’t stop groping my butt whenever she had the chance. The rhythm changed; they put on salsa, and my friends got up. Aníbal was a salsa lover. The only one who stayed seated was Arnold. I followed his gaze, and Lupe was dancing with Lara’s eldest son, the foreman of the Oasis.
"I’m not competing with you guys, but how about whoever does the most moves, boss?" I looked at Verónica. We had never danced as if we were professionals.
"Shall we risk it? Do you trust me to lift you?"
"I had a choreography with Raúl in college. In fact, he’s already signaled me to dance the next song." I didn’t want to lend my wife, but he was her best friend. Oh well. "As for trust, I’m sure you wouldn’t let me fall."
"We just screwed ourselves."
Churrusco commented. I was going to change his name to Baldy; now he was as bald as I was years ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he began raising his hands, and the music stopped. "We’ll continue in a moment. I started messing with someone I shouldn’t have, so let’s see what happens. Gustavo! Are you in for some salsa?"
"Simple salsa, yes, but not those spins you do." We all smiled.
"Simón?" He was a good salsa dancer, although my freckled one wasn’t as much.
"My wife is pregnant, I can’t." Aníbal raised his hands.
"Don’t be afraid of the boss, who’s up for some salsa, even if we get our butts kicked in the choreography?"
Raúl came to the floor, then Lupe, Gustavo, and Gladis joined in. Cereza and Clarisa also came over.
"Arnold, Simón, and I will be the judges!"
Miguel shouted. He had a smiling Mojón next to him, and I dare say it was because Lupe’s partner was Raúl. When will he accept that girl drives him crazy? Verónica leaned over and began to take off half her skirt.
"You know I love dancing, plus I have an excellent partner, my dress transforms."
She said, now wearing a dress that reached her knees. She winked at me.
"That’s cheating!" Shirly shouted, smiling. We took our places.
"Honey, you lead, I’ll follow," she said again.
The song started playing, and when we heard, "If it smells like sugarcane, tobacco, and tar, you’re in Cali, oh look, see." When you’re far from your homeland and hear an iconic song from your country, it simply gives you goosebumps. For a few seconds, we all looked at each other. The song continued, we started dancing, and we simply let ourselves go.
The song ended, and another one played. The judges started eliminating couples based on their criteria. After five songs, only Raúl with Lupe, Aníbal with Shirly, and my wife and I were left. The music played.
"Beautiful, it’s time to send them to their seats."
I spun Verónica, lifted her, and then as I lowered her, she slipped between my legs. When she came out the other side, we started dancing in sync. It was just her and me, with spins, lifts, and moves in time with the music, we enjoyed the song. By the end, we were the only ones left on the floor.
"For the next competition, you two aren’t participating!" Aníbal shouted. I kissed my wife.
"I need a shower and lots of water."
As I accompanied her, I saw three black SUVs arrive. Any got out of one of them. I looked at Simón, and he was already watching. It was true she was invited, but when she didn’t arrive, I assumed she couldn’t make it. Seeing her arrive this way at one in the morning wasn’t good. She waited.
"Vida, I need to talk to Any." Verónica frowned, and I handed her the monitor I had in my pocket.
"I’ll tell you what we talked about, you know that."
As I headed to the house, I looked at Simón, then at Miguel. They approached, and the three of us looked at the rest. Daniel kissed Clari and headed towards me. Arnold nodded, leaving Lupe at the drinks table after whispering something in her ear. Simón and Miguel had looked at Aníbal and Gustavo. The truth was, without calling them, the seven of us were now heading to the house.
"I don't like the look of her showing up at this hour with so many people."
"I think the same, Rat."
I reached her. Any was a strict woman, a fifty-year-old lady who was single by choice, as she told me the first time I met with her. She was very committed to her word, her doctrine, and her love for her country.
"Roland," she said, looking at my team. "Congratulations, Simon and Miguel, on your religious marriages."
"Thank you."
We had all stopped being relaxed, now each of us was in the role that corresponded to our rank within our hierarchical doctrine. All my senses had sharpened. I noticed that only the people in the car Any came in got out, while the other two vehicles remained with their windows up.
"You're not here for the party."
"Why do you think I didn't come for that?"
"One doesn't arrive at a party with twelve uninvited people, plus you're in your agency uniform, and most incongruously, you arrive seven hours late." Any smiled.
"With that perceptiveness, you could be the director of any agency right now."
She adjusted her short hair. She was of medium height, authoritative, and wore glasses only for reading.
"Let's go to my office, Any. I assume this is delicate."
We headed to the office, leaving the people to enjoy themselves. My mother and the rest of our women watched us from the table. I looked at Simon, and after closing the door, he pressed the button to ensure no sound escaped. Any entered alone.
"Sorry for so many escorts, but I'm under threat, which is why I didn't want to attend Luisa's wedding."
"We understand, we know what that means," I said.
"Luisa briefed me. I've spoken with my superiors, and they've given me the green light to act at my discretion. I want to tell you... I'll support you in whatever I can and what's right, as well as continue helping my country. This week, Lobo will receive support regarding the Russian mafia.
"I have confirmation that Tommy met with Nikolay Petrov. In fact, they know you're still alive. We don't yet know what repercussions this will have, but measures will be taken.
"Starting with Tommy's conviction for speaking and revealing confidential state information. We'll handle him." I said nothing; this was something I had already suspected. "We know from monitoring that a new group is rising, aiming to govern in general. They want to be the sole owners of the mafias and have taken down the leaders and dynasties in China."
"A mutiny has formed," I commented. She nodded subtly. "You've just confirmed that they want our help, either to save themselves and their families."
"If that happens, Roland, I want the negotiations to be almost the same as what you have. The government will be willing to protect their descendants, but they must pay for their crimes or dismantle their entire organization."
Any's eyes were somewhat bright. If that happened, her career would skyrocket.
"Thank you, Any, for the help."
"I have the location where Alessandro is hiding," the agent said. I looked at Rat.
"I'll send two of my men to talk to him." Rat and Miguel had to travel. I kept looking at the agent.
"He's in Argentina. They have a summer house that's not listed among their properties." I looked at my second and third in command.
"Our women are pregnant."
"They keep reproducing," Any said with a smile.
"They'll travel this week, in and out, clandestinely and without a trace," I said.
"Roland, that's all the information I had for your team. I need to speak with you privately." I looked at everyone, and they left. We would talk later. "I'm sure you'll share the information with your people if you see it necessary. But I need to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"What do you have against Nikolay?"
I looked at her puzzled; I had no pending issues with him. I shook my head, and she pulled out a memory stick.
"See for yourself."
I took the memory stick, put it in my player, and on the screen, the traitor Tommy was seen in prison talking to Nikolay Petrov. The conversation was audible.
"Thank you for informing us."
"It's no longer relevant. I hope to help Any take advantage of this," Tommy said. "I'm condemned; I hope my help at least serves some purpose. What's your interest in Roland and his team?"
"Roland has something that belongs to me." What the hell was this jerk talking about?