Chapter 277 - Believe in Me, Tornadoes - mtres
Guadalupe
"Those guys passing around the marijuana, while one sharpened a knife and the other eyed my car like he wanted to steal the rims?"
"You noticed all that while you walked by?" I saw him half-smile; these men are incredible. "Well, two weeks ago, he didn't take his eyes off me while I walked from the bus stop. He walked on the other side of the sidewalk, and last Monday when I did my shopping, I also ran into him at the supermarket more than once. Honestly, I don't like the way he looked at me."
"I understand. Go ahead, I'll wait for you down here. Don't take long and just so you know, you'll be coming back in a car."
"No..." I fell silent. Mr. Gustavo's piercing gaze is intimidating. "I don't want my father to go into more debt."
"How about I lend you one of my cars, or Roland's, or any of ours? We'll all offer you the same. Just tell me if you accept."
"Borrowed, yes. I'll handle the gas. In the afternoons, I take care of several kids in the building, and that gives me some extra income."
"I'm glad you're such a strong woman. Go on, I'll wait here."
"I'll be down in twenty minutes."
"Perfect timing."
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Gustavo
Lupe gets out, and I follow suit. From below, I took out my knives, putting one in my pants pocket and the other in the back next to my revolver. As I walked towards the four guys, Arnold called me.
"I'm on my way." I hung up, and a second later, Roland called.
"Clean-up is going to pick up the sleepers."
That was the order not to kill them, just to knock them out so Any's agency could interrogate them.
"Understood."
I reached them. The ones smoking marijuana put out their joint, the guy with the knife tucked it under his long-sleeve shirt, and the one who's been following Lupe looked me up and down.
"Lost something?" said the cocky one.
"Not me, but my friend said you've been following her."
The guy glanced at his friends, and I saw the tattoo under his ear, marking him as part of Nikolay's crazy sect.
"And you, old man, gonna ask me not to look at the fresh meat?" Arnold's car had just arrived.
I signaled for him not to approach. They can't see him assaulting his father's people. I can handle these four punks.
"If you don't behave and answer what I say, I'll give you several whippings for disrespecting an elder."
The kids laughed. I started taking off my belt. Since frequenting Texas, I'd bought a collection of belts with pretty thick buckles. I'd been wanting to break them in for a while.
The four of them, high as kites, were the first to come at me, and the first belt strike felt good! The first kid's scream made me smile, the real scream of a child whose skin burns from the leather.
"Definitely, getting high on marijuana instead of studying must be due to a lack of beatings."
Two came at me at once. I threw one to the ground with a punch to the face, breaking his nose. I gave the other two more lashes. The third one came at me with his knife, which I disarmed with the belt.
When I saw the leader trying to run, I caught the knife in the air and threw it at the coward's thigh, making him fall. I went to grab the tattooed one and whipped the others, who were still whining.
"So you understand who your daddy is, damn it!"
They won't understand. A black SUV stopped in front of me, and Cooper got out. At that moment, the young man started convulsing and dropped dead. I looked at the others; they were alive but dazed. Two more agents got out, handcuffed them, read them their rights, and carried the dead young man away.
"Thanks."
"It was nothing."
I saw him about to ask something. I've read everything about this man; my sister liked him when she met him in December.
"She'll be here in fifteen days, finishing her pediatric specialization." I saw him smile.
"Thanks, we'll be seeing each other."
"A tear and you're a dead man, even if you're Any's favorite, I won't care."
"We're still nothing."
"Are you sure?" he shook his head and got into the truck. "I'm keeping an eye on you!"
"My intentions are sincere."
"That's why I'm giving you permission, we're talking."
"See you soon." I reached Arnold's truck. He had his earphones in and was smiling a bit.
"The tracker?"
"I left it at the university."
"Perfect. What's so funny?"
"I haven't seen you throw a punch in years, you looked like a tamer."
"No kidding, Lupe can't be alone."
"See why I can't leave her without supervision? My brother's hands were shaking. "Fifteen days until that damn farce."
"Talk to her. She's in her apartment. She said she'd take twenty minutes."
"We'll take longer. I'll do what Roland asked."
"That'll be tougher."
But even I go crazy just imagining being without my Queen.
"Take a drive, we won't be down in less than two hours."
"Are you eternal dust? Be happy with a quickie. You have to get back to the university, you know your fake fiancée's parrot said she'd go for some wedding test."
"This is a damn mess!"
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Guadalupe
I finished my shower and went to look for my underwear. I just packed the necessary personal items in my bag; I don't need clothes, I have plenty at home. I looked at the clock, only ten minutes had passed. I put on my underwear, which was white with lots of cherries, and took out the dress to put it on.
"Don't deprive me of the view."
"Shit! You scared me, you creep!"
"Don't put on the dress." He was in his boxers! And with his penis fully erect, I got really angry.
"You've never offended me as much as you are right now."
"What?" I put on the dress, the sandals, grabbed my bag, and left my room. "Siren, please." He grabbed my arm.
"Let me go and give me back the key you have!" Arnold's eyes were pleading. "You're getting married, I won't be anyone's second." Arnold pushed me against the wall and his mouth claimed mine.
"Let me go!"
His hand started to roam my body, and my traitorous body yielded, but my mind didn't. He tore off my panties, and to my anger, I was completely wet.
"You say you don't want it, but you're like this because of me."
I pushed him, but he was stronger, like a closet full of stones. He kissed my ear.
"Please, believe in me, Tadpole."
I covered my face and started to cry while he continued to caress my body. I didn't want it like this, but I didn't have the strength to push him away either. When his mouth returned to mine, my tears mixed with our saliva.
"Forgive me, Cinnamon Skin."
He lifted me and penetrated me. I didn't stop crying. When he carried me to the bed, he continued his thrusts, desperate as if he hadn't had sex in a long time. That mix of anger, desire, passion, and pain was not a good combination.
I didn't resist, but it wasn't what I wanted, not like this. I didn't stop crying while he satisfied himself. He never used protection, he always ejaculated inside me. To say my body didn't react would be a lie. He kissed my entire face.
"Always, Tadpole."
I started crying harder. That was his answer when I asked if he loved me.
"Why do you do this to me, Arnold?" He didn't respond, just kissed me. "Don't ever take me without my consent again." He furrowed his brow. "Get out, get out!" I covered my face.
"Lupe, I didn't rape you..."
"That's how I feel! Get out! GET OUT!"
My whole body was trembling. I moved to the side and curled up in bed. After a while, I felt a sheet covering me. I don't know how much time passed, I heard a knock at the door, then a loud bang.
"Lupe!" Mr. Gustavo entered my room and found me covered. "Come on, woman! What happened?"
"Nothing, nothing, sir."
"Judging by the ripped underwear in the hallway, it doesn't seem like nothing. Did Arnold do something to you? He said he wanted to talk to you... Tell me if that little bastard abused you."
"I don't know if it was abuse, my mind said no, but my body is his."
I started crying harder. It wasn't the act that hurt so much, what tore my soul apart was that he was going to marry someone else and came to me, as if rubbing it in my face that I meant nothing to him. That's what hurts, Mr. Gustavo.