Chapter 269 - Don't mess with my son - mdtres
Roland
"What you said about the gift of the mare Amentet, is it true?" I laughed.
"You can't imagine how much fun I'll have watching that woman ride that stubborn horse. The name barely fits. Only Jacinto, Duwer, and I are respected by that unruly mare."
"I don't want to miss that moment," commented Miguel.
"It will be the first thing I do, to see if she leaves and we can keep Arnold." I stood up. "This afternoon, I want everyone close. Rata, I want this land under cover; if they throw something at us, the United States government will intervene. Get to work, boys."
We had breakfast. My children were restless, with the two nannies and my wife chasing them as they crawled quickly. In the afternoons, they ended up with dirty and red knees. Arnold arrived at ten as we had agreed, with his fiancée.
We had just come out to the stables when we saw them get out of the car. We all put on our sunglasses automatically. I walked towards them as Arnold arrived, looking serious, and the so-called Marcela tried to catch up with him. Our brother looked at us, frowning, first at me, then behind me. It must seem strange to him that we're all wearing sunglasses.
"Good morning," I said, adjusting my sunglasses, and he frowned.
"Love, you know my shoes don't let me walk on this ground!" I raised an eyebrow.
"I told you we were coming to a farm, not a runway."
"Nice to meet you."
The salamander, if Arnold calls Lupe 'Tadpole,' he must call this one 'Salamander,' as Inés called her.
"Did you bring the inflatable doll?"
I made a huge effort not to laugh at Aníbal's comment. They told me they never got along because she was racist. With Shirly, they had been on the verge of pulling each other's hair because of the derogatory comments she always made about Churrusco.
"Ha. Ha. Ha, as always, the black man showing his class."
"We're even."
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Arnold looked at her.
"We're in a free country; he can say whatever he wants."
After making it clear that he didn't give a damn about what she thought, he walked away and hugged everyone.
"Arnold told me you have a gift for me."
"Of course! It's a very expensive specimen. Come, let me introduce you to your mare."
"Is she going to ride a horse in heels?" Verónica arrived, holding Liam in her arms, and looked at me. "If you want, I can lend you some boots."
"Who are you?"
My wife was a mother to everyone and had the ability to put anyone in their place so decently that, in my opinion, it was a gift. From her expression, I saw she was going to let the comment slide, but that brainless woman made a mistake.
"Oh! This little mongoloid is even cute."
My blood boiled, and Verónica, like a good lioness defending her cub, bared her claws.
"Look! I wanted to try to get along with you since you're marrying this one," she pointed at Arnold, "but now I won't even try. You're talking to the owner of the land you're standing on, and I'm going to ask you to get off my ranch in less than five minutes, or I swear I'll shoot you out!"
She was never disrespectful, much less humiliating, but they messed with one of her children. A good mother always defended her own.
"How rude you are!"
"You messed with my kids, and I don't give a damn what you think of me. So get out! Are you leaving, or do I have to throw you out?"
"Love, are we leaving?"
"They're kicking you out, and next time, one more derogatory comment about my nephews, and I'll send you to hell too, regardless of the consequences." I looked at my wife.
"One…" The salamander opened her mouth.
"Arnold, lend me the car keys."
"Excuse me? My truck is not driven by people I don't want driving it," said Arnold.
"Two..."
Verónica handed our son to Rata, then approached me. Never, honestly, I had never seen her with that expression of anger. Before I knew it, she pulled my gun from the waistband of my pants. She took off the safety and, without any remorse, fired a warning shot into the ground. We all stood still while the salamander screamed.
"In your life, you better not mistreat one of my children!" Another shot. "You're not welcome on my ranch either!"
Another shot, and the witch was running toward the exit. My wife handed me the gun and looked at Arnold.
"Are you really going to marry that airhead? I was willing to try to be friends, but I don't want that idiot on my land! She's a moron! Forgive me, God, but she looks like a lizard."
We all burst into loud laughter, planning so much on how to get rid of that woman, and look who helped us with it. As I always say, with her, it never went as planned. I took Liam from Rata's arms, who looked like he was about to pee himself, and my son laughed along with us. I pulled my wife close and kissed her on the forehead.
"It wasn't necessary for Amentet to scare her," I said.
"Was that the mare she was going to ride?" My wife caressed our son's face and kissed him. "Listen to me, love. You are perfect, and no one will tell you otherwise because you are smarter than all of us."
That was my woman. I kissed her, the fact that she defended one of my children made me feel it was all worth it.
"I'll leave you to talk. Arnold, I'm not kidding when I say I don't want her here."
"That leaves us with only one option to have the wedding in a hall in Blanco," I said.
"We'll talk later, I warned you." Arnold looked down. I leaned in close to my wife's ear.
"Tonight, Beautiful."
"Let's take a walk around the area," Miguel suggested, still wiping away tears. "Lizard face, inflatable doll, each of our women will give her a nickname."
Arnold showed no sign of anger, on the contrary, he was laughing too. When we reached the stables, I saw Aníbal and Daniel kiss their little brother on the forehead. That made him look at me, and I simply nodded. Each of us mounted one of my horses, he on his Majestic, me on Pompous, and we took off. The boys went ahead, leaving him and me behind.
"Aren't you running today?"
I stopped, and he did the same. When he looked at me, I put my finger to my lips, signaling him not to speak. His eyes welled up, and I turned my horse to face him. I placed my hand on the side where we knew the device was, and I saw his lip tremble. I nodded.
"Even if our wives don't agree with your decision to get married."
We looked at each other, I was silent for a second without breaking eye contact, the next words were to encourage him.
"We, your brothers, will support you, we won't spare any expense, we'll do everything possible to make things go as they should."
"Thank you." A couple of tears rolled down his cheek.
"We're family, we'll always support each other." I placed my hand under his heart again. "You know how I work, what doesn't work gets discarded."
"The women hate me." He was referring to Lupe. "It affects me a lot that they look at me with anger."
"They're women, give them time, but always respect them." I hoped he understood, he looked at me. "Arnold, you're getting married, fidelity is the only card you have to be happy. That will depend on you, protect her."
Everything I said was for Lupe. He looked at me again and mouthed, "It hurts to hurt her."
"Any other marriage advice?" he asked.
"None for now, just throw a big party, like we always do." He made a face of disgust. "Leave everything to us, in less than two months you'll be a happily married man, and let me tell you, welcome to the world of marital chess."
He smiled again, knowing he had just entered the Patron's game. At that moment, our friends arrived.
"Family always supports." He mouthed.
"Thank you, brothers."