Chapter 239 - Italian Operative - mdtres
Roland
"Security personnel and my sisters."
We couldn't reveal that the informant was Mole, but our man already knew that the boyfriend of the youngest sister was a member of the new mafia.
"My sisters would never betray me."
"We know that, but the innocence of a twenty-year-old woman who is dazzled by a man with a certain interest in knowing your whereabouts."
"Roxana doesn't have a boyfriend."
"She does, Alessandro, and I suggest you leave this place as soon as possible." The Italian rubbed his face.
"This world, it's exhausting. There are moments when I wish I were a normal person. Money and power are useless if you can't enjoy them with your family. Falling in love in this environment is the damn end of us. I've talked a lot with my wife, and the proposal for your boss was that you help us disappear our children."
I looked at Veronica, and her eyes were moist. I was now a father. I looked at Enrique, who had fallen asleep with his pacifier, so innocent, so vulnerable. I would also be desperate to do the unthinkable, and that was to give up our children.
"How did they find out about them so quickly? We've been watching that shadow creeping up on us for almost two years."
"They messed with us. They wanted to blackmail us, but they failed miserably," said Onion.
"What do you want from us?" asked Rat.
"To save our children. My wife didn't want to leave me."
"Can we talk to your wife?" He nodded and picked up the phone. Five minutes later, a tall woman entered.
"Magnolia doesn't speak English, so I'll be her translator," said her husband. He explained the situation to her, and as soon as she knew who we were, she started crying.
"Are you going to take my children away now?" she asked, wiping her tears as she looked at Veronica.
"Roland, tell Simon to lend her his earphone. Let me talk to her."
"Veronica, let us..."
"Give me your earphone. I know what we mean to you." I frowned.
"Simon, give your earphone to Mrs. Magnolia."
"What?" I closed my eyes, frustrated at being manipulated.
"You'll thank me later."
I handed over the earphone and watched as Simon gave his to Alessandro's wife. Veronica began speaking in Italian.
"Hello, Magnolia. I understand you more than you think, but it's your duty as the wife of the Italian mafia leader to rise to the occasion."
"Who are you?"
"My name doesn't matter. I'm in the same situation. Do you love your husband?"
"Absolutely."
"Prove it, and it's not by staying by his side. It's by protecting the most valuable thing you both have, your children. If you stay, you make him vulnerable. You know perfectly well that we are their Achilles' heel. Show your Italian spirit and be a worthy wife to your husband. Let him do his job alone, so he can face what's threatening you."
"Fake your death convincingly with your children, wherever life takes you. Let your children grow up well. If life reunites you, which is very likely given the husbands we have, you can enjoy a long-awaited freedom."
"If you stay by his side, they'll kill him, you'll die too, and your children will be left orphans at the mercy of an orphanage, suffering hardships. You decide. Now give the earphone back to Simon. I hope to meet you someday." I looked at Veronica and smiled.
"Would you leave me?" Our eyes met.
"Yes, you are stronger alone. With us by your side, you become vulnerable. Besides, I know you'll find me wherever I go, and when you finish with the vermin, you'll come for us."
"That's my wife." I kissed her. Dante was still awake.
"Did you talk to the lady?"
Her husband asked, and she nodded. She hugged her husband, whispered something in his ear, and I saw Alessandro cling to her waist and kiss her.
"I'll owe you a debt of honor."
"As long as you don't say our children should get involved, it's all good," said Rat.
"I'll do whatever you tell me."
"Call your sisters and forbid them from saying where you are."
Rat looked at Onion, and it was a question for me, one that no one heard but that I understood perfectly.
"It took me two months to plan my death, Rat. The freckled one and I took that time to make everything perfect."
"My wife will have work," he said, looking at the mafioso. "Can you stay alive for two months while we organize everything meticulously?"
"If my sisters haven't spilled the beans, we'll stay here for that time."
"Call them."
He stood up and called his sisters. At that moment, Simón de Mole received a call, and I got up.
"I don't know how you guys manage to understand each other without talking," said my Beautiful. Rata put the call on the side where he had his hearing aid, and now I could hear him.
"Speak."
"The younger sister's boyfriend took her to a motel. He came out about ten minutes ago with blood on his shirt, but she hasn't come out yet. Should I go in?"
"Rata, let's intervene. Save Alessandro's sisters. Have Lobo travel and support Mole until they get out of Italy. You know the drill, get them out alive, and if you can use that scenario to make all three die, take advantage of it. But the priority is to get the four of them out. Without his family, Alessandro can be ruthless, and we need strong allies."
"Understood."
"Sussana, where is Roxana?" Hell was breaking loose in Argentina.
"Mole, Lobo will come to you and rescue Roxana," said Simón, looking at Cebolla to communicate with Lobo and then at Alessandro.
"We have to wait for them to attack us. Alessandro, from now until your family is safe, you are under my protection," Rata told the leader of the Italian mafia.
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Guadalupe
I heard noises in the kitchen. I tried to move, and the pain was sharp. I couldn't move alone.
"Damn it!" Arnold shouted, entering my room a second later. "Damn it, I woke you up!" Seeing his frustrated face made me laugh, and my ribs hurt again. "Tadpole, does it hurt?" There was no point in pretending to be strong, so I nodded. "It's not time for your medicine yet, don't move, and it won't hurt."
"Easy to say. The bed bothers me if I'm not doing something productive in it."
As soon as I finished speaking, I realized my words could be taken the wrong way, and I blushed.
"Sleeping is productive," I said before he could come up with some nonsense.
"How they cut one's inspiration! I wanted to offer my services in all the ways one can be productive in a bed."
"Idiot! I'm convalescent."
"You offend me. Don't you think I can be tender?" It was impossible; it smelled like something was burning.
"Arnold, it smells like something's burning." He widened his eyes and ran out.
"SHIT!"
Who knows what he was doing. I managed to get up without using too much force. I lay on my stomach and began to slide slowly until my feet were off the bed. With my arms, I helped myself not feel so much pain. The short gown I was wearing left my scraped thigh exposed. I hope it doesn't leave a scar. Walking very slowly, I reached the kitchen just as he was taking out some burnt empanadas. I laughed, and it hurt.
"What are you doing out of bed, Tadpole!"
"The kitchen is not your thing. Are you just going to have breakfast?"
"No, this was for you. Whether you like it or not, we're going to have to order takeout."
"How good are you at following instructions?"
"The best."
"According to you, you're the best at everything."
"You have a prodigy in front of you."
Arnold was throwing away the burnt empanadas. "God, forgive us for wasting food, but no one can eat that."
"Do you want pasta?" He looked at me.
"Don't even think about going into the kitchen."
"I'll sit in the island chairs and explain, so we can eat something tasty." He looked at me and then at the kitchen.
"I've never cooked before, don't complain about how it turns out." I smiled, and as if it were natural, he kissed my forehead. My heart started racing. "Tell me what to do."
"Put water to boil."
I explained everything to him, and he asked about everything. He made spaghetti with tuna, and it turned out delicious. In less than half an hour, we were having lunch.
"I learned something new, Tadpole. It turned out great."
He was so boastful and even had a good seasoning. God, is there anything he does badly? "His temper," my inner voice responded. His phone rang, and he made a gesture.
"Lobo."
He looked at me, raised his eyebrow, and turned red. God, Lobo was doing what Mrs. Vero asked.
"I'll pass her to you."
I extended my hand to take the phone, but the jerk left it on the table and put it on speaker.
"Hello."
"Princess, you don't answer your phone."
"I was mugged yesterday. I don't have it now. We can email each other until I can buy another one."
"What did they do to you?" Arnold was serious.
"Nothing, just the scare." Seeing my blondie raise his eyebrows made him look even more handsome.
"Princess, you know I worry about you. I wish I could be there to protect you." Arnold got up from the chair and took the dishes to the kitchen. My heart was racing. "Would you have let me take care of you?"