Chapter 231 - Heir - meters
Roland
"What is it?"
"That's none of your business. Thanks." The Russian stood up and left.
"That visit happened a month after Tommy was locked up. They paid a lot of bribes to make it happen. From your expression, I see you're confused."
"I have no unfinished business with that man, at least not consciously. What do you know about him? And Any, tell me everything, please."
"We've been tracking him for twenty-seven years. He had many affairs, including one with a Colombian woman named Lina Delgado." My heart raced, but I didn't show it. "All of them were prostitutes. His power is based on creating fear. He got married fifteen years ago and has a very sick ten-year-old son.
"He doesn't have what it takes to continue the legacy. We know he loves his son, but due to his medical condition, the boy has a heart deficiency and couldn't follow in his father's footsteps. He's been with many women over the past five years, but hasn't been able to get anyone else pregnant.
"A few months after your supposed death, he had a general check-up, and we accessed that report. Nikolay can no longer father children; he's nearly sterile. They're trying in vitro with his wife, but due to constant threats and attacks, she's lost two babies.
As Any spoke, my mind drifted back to the moment Arnold entered our lives, completely drugged, lost in the boxing ring to stave off hunger.
"That's all we know about him. Has it helped you at all?"
I nodded. I searched my computer for the records of all my personnel and found Arnold's file. I showed the screen to the woman standing behind me.
"This is Arnold's mother's name." Any's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "He doesn't know, and what that bastard is doing is looking for someone to be his successor." She tried to speak but couldn't.
"Any, don't say anything. This is something that belongs only to Arnold. He doesn't know who his father was. Only if he authorizes me to tell the team will I do it. Otherwise, this information stays between Arnold, you, and me. You can tell your superiors that I have no idea what I owe Nikolay. In fact, I didn't know I had taken care of his son since he was twelve, and he is now my younger brother. I hope he doesn't dare to harm him because he'll be messing with us."
"He wants a strong successor."
"None of my people will commit crimes again. We'll only kill if our lives or our family's lives are at risk."
"Well, Roland, I have to go. Thanks for trusting me."
"Thanks for the information."
"We'll be in touch."
Any left the office. I stayed seated, pondering. I had to tell him, let him decide. He was the heir to the bloodiest mafia, and I knew Arnold had what it took to run his father's empire.
"Dear God, you really turned out to be a better chess player. This time, you really hit it out of the park with your moves. Now, what the hell is going through your brilliant mind? As I tell you every day, I put myself in your hands. Make me your instrument, use me as you wish."
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Arnold
I was tired of watching Lupe flirt and dance with anyone who gave her a smile. She had danced with everyone, and when I invited her, she said...
"No, go dance with someone worth it and not like a lame donkey. Is that what you called me?"
She was angry, and rightfully so. What I said at the creek deserved two slaps. What she did still hurts, and I'm not talking about the ball squeeze, that hurt too. Especially when I saw her floating majestically in her swimsuit, she looked like a mermaid, my little cinnamon mermaid.
I couldn't get Lupe's naked body out of my mind. I spent two weeks with different women, not bringing them back to the apartment, but in Colombia, I just wanted to have sex to see if I could get that girl's body out of my head. And to top it off, she committed sacrilege by cutting that beautiful hair.
Now, how do I explain that in Colombia, that expression is used for people who cut their hair badly? Well, that's what they said on the coast. I was screwing up everywhere, and it shouldn't matter, but here I was. Like a fool, watching who she danced with and who she didn't. Mrs. Verónica had danced with Raúl, and with that partner, I was at ease.
"What’s up, Mojón?" Gustavo, Aníbal, and Daniel arrived at the table.
"Thinking."
"Even if you sleep with twenty women in a day, you won't satisfy your desire to be with her."
I looked at Rasca Culo. Churrusco sat to my right and Cereza stayed behind me with her hand on my shoulder.
"Brother," Daniel spoke. "The heart knows when it's the right one."
"Cut the crap, I'm not in love with her! I just like her and she's playing hard to get." I said with a grimace, and they all burst into laughter. "Don't mess with me now!"
"You've always been the life of the party, at least you enjoyed all the gatherings. Today, you've just been sitting there watching Lupe's every move."
"I don't give a damn what that Brat does. What is true is that I need to apologize, I said some inappropriate things to her."
"Your inappropriate words are monumental. What did you say, Arnold?"
I shrugged. I needed to talk; otherwise, I was going to burst.
"At the stream, she told me she was a unique and continuous station, and I responded that she wasn't worth such exclusivity." The three of them looked at me disapprovingly, and Rasca Culo gave me a knock on the head.
"You idiot!"
"What else did you say?"
It was Cereza who was shaking her head. I raised my head. I liked the situation; they were my brothers, not by blood, but by soul and heart. I scratched my neck.
"That gesture means you're nervous."
"It's just that she cut her hair! How could she do that massacre? It was beautiful, I liked seeing it down while she prepared breakfast and lunch for us to go to college as it dried. And she goes and commits the sacrilege of cutting it! She butchered it! I got really mad, I told her she looked like a clipped donkey."
The three of them burst out laughing. Seeing them laugh, I joined in. The situation was absurd; we used to talk about strategies to move drugs from one place to another, and now we talked about this nonsense.
"I told you you'd get into trouble soon, I just didn't think it would be this fast. You're screwed, my dear little turd!" I glared at Gustavo.
"Well, sorry to differ, dear Rasca Culo, it's just that she had very nice hair and now she ruined it. That's not being in love."
I didn't mention how many times I had thought about having her on my dick from behind with her hair down while she moved. I'd like to teach her that. Damn, my dick is going to get hard if I keep thinking about this!
"Welcome to the club. The longer you take to accept it, the bigger the pile of shit that'll fall on you."
Aníbal said. Most of the employees were drinking, but we stayed calm. We didn't drink, at least I didn't. They didn't have more than a couple of beers or shots of whiskey.
I didn't say anything, I looked around and saw a guy dragging her away forcefully. I got up as if someone had pinched my butt. They called after me, but I didn't pay attention. When I turned around the farm, Pacho, the Brat's brother, was punching the guy.
"You want me to leave you without your bottom teeth?"
I arrived at the scene. Lupe had her back to me. When Pacho let go of the guy, my Mexican gave him two slaps.
"I didn't do anything!"
"But you were going to! Don't you understand when a woman says NO?"
"Guys."
I looked at the guy who was wiping his mouth from the punch. He wasn't drunk, and out of nowhere, he started acting like he was.
"Go to sleep, and on Monday, come by for your severance pay. Pacho, escort him."
"Mr. Arnold." I ignored the employee's call.
"Lupe, come with me." They left, and the very angry girl crossed her arms and looked at me.
"Say it already, I know I deserve it for being an idiot," she crossed her arms. "I was stupid for trying to annoy you." Wait! Was she confessing that she wanted to make me jealous? Her eyes got teary.
"I just want to apologize for the stupid things I said." She opened her mouth, that white dress looked beautiful on her.
"Are you apologizing? Do you have a fever?"
"The expression 'clipped donkey' is used when hair is butchered, and to me, you butchered it. You committed a sacrilege with your hair. I liked seeing it down."
Lupe wanted to speak but said nothing. Her expression was a mix of happiness and regret.
"As for what I said at the stream, I still think the same." She opened her mouth, put her hand on her waist.
"Definitely, what you do with your hands, you ruin with your feet."