Chapter 270 - I know this was the fuck out! - meters
Roland
"Calm down or you'll show up to that farce with a damn black eye!" I told Arnold, who was taking off his wedding suit.
"Lupe, she hates me!"
"But it's just for today, focus, it's a damn Mojón mission and a damn order!" He looked at me and adjusted the sound isolator. "Everything is planned, that son of a bitch Nikolay is going to attend that party."
"It's true he has over a hundred men under his command, plus the ones coming with him, including Wolf. It's going to be hell at that wedding, and I swore never to kill anyone again, and I will keep that promise, but that doesn't mean I won't leave more than one injured."
"Any is ready, nothing will go wrong, thank God none of our women are going, and that's the guarantee that everything will go perfectly. We don't have to worry, can we focus on taking them all out?" I need him to focus on the mission.
"I'm going to be a dad." His eyes welled up. "I'm going to have a little Tadpole." He smiled. "Or a Little Mermaid."
"Man, and you haven't even held them yet, congratulations on that, the pregnancy was plan B. So far plan A is going smoothly. Come on, put on your badass face for a few more minutes, then you can make it up to her."
"In about four hours, we'll all be happy again, and the South Koreans and Turks won't even have to part with their kids. This is the perfect moment."
"Yes. Sorry boss, but Lupe's sadness..."
"Trust me."
"I've never doubted, and if anything happens, I know plan B will continue, even if it takes me longer to get back to my Tadpole's arms."
"Let's go, we have to leave."
In the living room, Guadalupe was still there, glaring at my friend. I walked over to Veronica, who was holding Dante.
"Love, I won't be long, five hours at most, the house is surrounded. Thank you for not going. You don't know how much that relieves me."
"I don't understand you, honey." Her phone rang. "Hello, sister-in-law. Okay, I'll wait for you here, Lupe is sad."
I smiled, it was good that she had company. I hope to come back with the groom. I kissed her, then Dante.
"Young man, you're the man of the house now, and you have to protect your mother and siblings."
"Are you saying that to a baby who's turning one in a month?"
"I have to start training his brain."
"Roland?" She looked at me warningly.
"Beautiful, never forget who I am." She frowned, I winked at her.
"You're Roland Sandoval."
"Yes, and also the boss of bosses. See you."
I kissed each of my kids and left. On the terrace, Arnold was waiting without the device, from now on the conversation would be about anything trivial.
"Arnold, I'm going with Consuelo and Fausto in their car, you guys always ignore me."
Inés, although she never asked us, knew we were up to something, that's why she was our old lady. Rasca culo was waiting at the wheel. As soon as we hit the road, Miguel's truck passed by with Churrusco.
At the intersection, Rata and Cereza were waiting at the wheel. We saw Luisa's car with Clarisa. I didn't say anything, but not seeing the kids gave me a bad feeling.
"I think we're going to pick up our women a bit tipsy," commented Rasca culo. Maybe that's it.
"The pregnant ones won't be," said Arnold.
"And when do you plan on having heirs?"
"Not for now."
"You seem off, Arnold."
That was the key for everyone to get into character. Each of us had an earpiece except for the youngest in the group, he was the bait.
"Everyone in position."
I heard Rata's voice in my ear. The four cars were one behind the other, and as usual, I was in the middle.
"This penguin suit is roasting me."
It wasn't the penguin suit, it was our bulletproof suit. We all wore it, and fifteen days ago we sent Wolf's to Germany, thanks to the information he sent us, we knew Nikolay would be at the wedding, but no one would recognize Wolf.
We can't let our guard down until we've controlled the situation. Rasca culo cranked up the air conditioning, dressed in a tuxedo with the bulletproof suit underneath was a sauna.
"My balls are already steamed." We laughed at the comment.
We arrived at the place where the supposed civil ceremony would take place, the bride hadn't arrived yet, supposedly she would come with an uncle who would give her away, and that uncle was Arnold's father.
We must act like everything is normal, and I'm sure he'll play his part too. I can imagine his surprised expression when he sees me alive. The place was already secured. Everyone attending to us, from the waiter to the chef, were federal agents.
Any was just waiting for our signal to enter the place. The "judge" had already arrived, and Arnold took his place, acting indifferent as if he didn't care about us and feeling superior.
"Arnold is already in character," Rata commented. The wedding was to take place on the second floor, and afterward, we would go down to the banquet hall, which had been luxuriously decorated. We didn't want to hire singers or mariachis to avoid involving innocent people. That's why the orchestra would be undercover agents singing with a track.
The charade began, the famous wedding song played, and I had the hood in my pants pocket. We had all agreed to wear black suits. Nikolay gave away a bride who was clearly freshly screwed, as evidenced by the wrinkle in her dress.
Since I was in the front row, the mobster turned and saw me, looking surprised. "Let's see who gets the Oscar," I thought. The "judge" did his job well, and the famous phrase "I now pronounce you husband and wife" was heard. Everything was going according to plan.
One more hour, and we'll blow this place up. The actor left, the salamander couldn't stop smiling, Arnold didn't kiss the bride, and the only one wearing glasses was Rata, the expert in facial analysis.
When we reached the hall, the waiters were waiting for us. There were about two hundred people in total, with about twenty being the groom's acquaintances. Cereza and Churrusco subtly told them to leave if they wanted to live, escorting them to the street.
We hadn't had the opportunity to talk; everything was done according to prior orders. The bride wouldn't leave her "husband" alone, but since he ignored her, she turned her attention to her father. Even Nikolay was annoyed; it was clear that Arnold was distancing himself.
Lobo stayed away from his supposed boss, making sure we didn't know he worked for the Russian mobster. They served lunch, and once we finished, we exchanged a few glances with Nikolay.
I looked at my team; we had already agreed on where each of us should be. We also knew where Lobo would be to support him if needed. Rata got up, followed by Miguel, and then each of them did the same. I was left alone at the table.
"Any?"
"We're just waiting for your signal."
"Perfect." I was about to speak when the sound of a trumpet interrupted the place.
"There weren't supposed to be musicians!" Any said through the microphone. I know she said more, but I couldn't speak. Honestly, I couldn't. I closed my eyes, trying to control the strange feeling that entered my body. I felt the coldness of anger.
My beautiful wife! She entered all dolled up and smiling, with mariachis behind her and ALL OF THEM! How the hell are we going to kill these people with them here?! And that wasn't all. No!
Guadalupe was the singer for those musicians! And to top it off, she had cut her hair to her neck. For a split second, I felt time stand still, and I had the chance to see my team.
If I was about to whip my wife, they felt the same. The one who made me the most nervous was Arnold. He adored his Tadpole's hair, and now not only would he call her that, but I had just promoted her to Frog without a doubt! Because she sure jumped out of the pond and leaped high. I don't want to look at my wife. Veronica, Veronica!
"Love, look, what a lovely surprise you gave me!" said the idiot Marcela. I'm about to lose it. I got up from the chair, and my team watched my movements. Continuing with the plan would undoubtedly be a massacre where our wives would end up in body bags, though I want to kill mine with screams.
I reached my wife, and she frowned at me. Forgive me, Lord, but at this moment, I want to... I bet all my money that they asked for advice, and the mischievous woman orchestrated this or at least encouraged one of them to...
They're going to kill Guadalupe! The promoted Frog started singing "La Farsante," composed and performed by Juan Gabriel.