Chapter 350 - Confrontation - mdfour
Roland
We arrived as what we are, a bunch of bastards. This morning, when Pecosa managed to get the address while they were being transported here, we continued with the plan. We put aside Inés's news about the cancer—better not to think about it, we need to stay sharp.
The truth is, we now have a helicopter at the helipad in the nearest house a couple of kilometers from here. We also left the cars there, paid, and they allowed us to keep them. In a couple of hours, once we settle into our rooms, they'll go get the five rented armored cars.
The yacht was just to make the boss arrive and scare the hell out of these scumbags. That's how they can tell that snitch, that brat with delusions of grandeur, who already handles his father's business.
Too bad he messed with the church's stuff and had the brilliant idea of wanting to kidnap my wife, my mother, my sister, Inés, and the rest of my friends. That was definitely stepping out of line.
Our weapons are on the yacht. At some point, when we immobilize the two infiltrators—the workers of Emilio Medrano—we'll take them to the rooms that our women should already have.
I saw my wife on the balcony. The older she gets, the more stunning she becomes, the mother of my children. We arrived at the pool, and one of those scumbags got in the way.
"Excuse me, this house has already been reserved."
"Relax," said Verónica, as the rest of the girls walked in our direction. "They're our husbands, we've been waiting for them."
I raised my eyebrow; I need to talk to her about Aníbal. Yesterday's conversation with Inés made it clear she wouldn't be mad at me. The man got annoyed, I looked at Rasca culo, then at Arnold; they would take care of settling accounts with them.
"But that wasn't notified and..."
"Look, talk to whoever you need to, give us the new rate, and we'll make the transfer right away. And if you'll excuse me."
I took Verónica's hand. Once we were away, I looked back, and the newcomers were greeting their wives. I cupped her face.
"Something's wrong, right?" I kissed her.
"Nothing will happen now, we're here, and we'll face them if that scumbag tries to mess with us. They'll meet hell."
"Roland..."
"We have a lot to talk about, but for now, we need to act like we just came here to have fun." She slapped me and smiled.
"You have no respect!"
"And you think I didn't come for that too?" She hugged me around the waist, noticed the knives, looked at me, and I winked.
"Roland..." I saw fear in her eyes.
"Everything will be fine, Beautiful." I kissed her again.
"Are you going to tell Shirly?"
"Love, it's not us who haven't said anything. Aníbal woke up a few months ago, and only now he can take a few steps, he couldn't speak, he was left with the motor skills of a baby, even though his mind is clear. He's suffered from impotence crises, wanting to go at the speed of his mind, but his body is just reacting."
"Don't deprive her of being able to help him and be by his side." I shook my head.
"Verónica, to this day, Aníbal needs help even to clean himself, and he doesn't want to put his wife through that. We're just respecting his wishes."
"Shirly is going to be mad."
"He told us that would be his problem. When he can get back in the game, he'll win her over again. He's recovering very quickly, we've all had to be his teachers in something because he even forgot how to write letters. He knows them and reads them, but he can't write them. He's learning again." Verónica's hands cupped mine.
"I was going to cut you off, but someone made us see that you didn't fail us, you were just respecting a friend's decision."
"And who was that angel?"
"Mrs. Josefina."
"It had to be her." I got serious. "We need to meet."
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Arnold
Rasca culo and I entered the fancy house. Once we immobilize these two idiots, we'll leave them in one of the rooms. Then Rata, Cebolla, or the Boss will interrogate them.
The good thing about all this is that I have my Little Mermaid with caramel skin. I can't wait to get her into the room and take off that swimsuit. To top it off, she wore the two-piece Bugs Bunny one.
I have no idea what that does to me; it's a fetish I like, and she loves to indulge. It's a mix of innocence in that Mermaid body that's only been mine. Everyone was right; when the right one comes along, she matches with you in everything. Rasca culo went upstairs, and five minutes later, he came down shaking his head.
"There's no one upstairs."
We continued the tour of the immense beach house. We reached the kitchen and saw four men. The two chefs who, despite their appearance, are chefs, and two assistants who are just kids. They should leave tonight; we don't know when we might be attacked, and we don't want innocent people getting hurt.
"Good afternoon, sir," we smiled.
"Do you know where the waiters are?" One of the chefs sighed in frustration.
"These guys spend more time writing than serving," complained the older chef.
"We want to talk to them," said Gustavo.
"They're on the balcony on the right side. There's an exit through that door."
"Thank you very much," I said. We entered the kitchen, I saw the green apples and grabbed one.
"Put it on the tab."
I smiled at them and continued walking behind Rasa culo. I took a bite of the apple. We saw the guys; judging by their body language, they were worried. One was talking on the phone, and the other was running his hand through his hair.
"Those little punks are shitting their pants."
I smiled at my partner's comment. We kept walking. On my back, I had the belt that carried the knives, which covered my shirt. I had four knives. We decided to use those weapons to not scare our wives.
"Young men," I called out. "Excuse me, but we want to know if you've already talked to your superiors. What's the amount to pay?" The one with the phone spoke.
"I'm on it, sir." Rasca culo extended his hand, indicating he should pass the phone.
"Let's do this civilly," I said. My partner stood in front of one, and I stood in front of the other. "Hand over the phone and without saying a word, you're going to accompany us." The guy handed it over, and my friend put it on speaker.
"Can I know who's the idiot on the other side of the phone?" I smiled.
"Someone who's going to fill your ass with holes. If not now, soon."
"I already have one, and that's more than enough, thanks for the offer. On another note, I hope these two assholes aren't important because you won't see them again. And by the way, I have a message for you, you piece of shit."
"Piece of shit, your mother!" That kid needs his mouth washed out with baking soda and lemon.
"Nah, nah, nah," said Rasca culo. "Don't mess with that lovely old lady. But seeing that you're a coward, I understand. I just wanted to say, don't get in our way. Next time, we won't be so lenient."
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? You're nothing without that prick Don Roland."
"You know, kid, I hope you don't shit yourself when a ghost visits you."
"I'm not afraid of you!"
"If I were you, I would be. Sorry to have ruined your operation. If you send those twenty men waiting for your signal, you'll find it's a piece of cake. If you ever heard your father talk, you'd understand why Don Roland Sandoval was the Boss of bosses. Sleep well, baby, tell your mommy to give you your bottle." He was provoking him. He hung up the call and put the phone in his pant pocket.
"Well, you heard him," I finished the last bite of the apple and wiped my mouth. "Cooperate, or we'll screw you."
The guy in front of Rasca culo pulled out a gun, which my partner masterfully snatched away. They started fighting. I looked at who would be my opponent and extended my hands, but the guy chickened out.
"I won't have any fun."
I said. Gustavo broke the wrist of the one who thought he was a tough guy. The scream was silenced by a punch that almost knocked him out. From one of my pockets, I took what was needed to immobilize them. While one complained, the other, either out of fear, stayed quiet. We entered the house and finished immobilizing them in one of the lower rooms.
"Thank your lucky stars that we're good boys now and don't kill unless necessary. We'll visit you soon," I said before gagging them.
"If you need to pee or shit, do it in your pants. For now, we're going to enjoy our wives." I laughed at Gustavo's comment.
We left the room. These two would come with us; we'd hand them over to Any, who we had informed about the possible attack. When we reached the table where our companions were waiting, Rasca culo handed the phone to Rata, who was holding his wife on his lap. Without moving her, he took out his laptop and connected the phone to extract all the information.
I reached where my Tadpole was sitting. When she saw me, she got up and offered me the chair. I took her by the waist and sat her on my lap. The situation was different from many we had experienced before when, during cargo business meetings, we shared with women who were prostitutes.
Now it was the same scene, in different situations and with different company. Now we were trying to make a better world, having on our laps one of the most important people in our lives. Or rather, the center; they were our axis.
"That swimsuit looks perfect on you."
I said close to her ear. Her body shivered, and it was the first direct download to that Wi-Fi we both had. My member began to harden.
"Do you like my Bugs Bunny drawings?"
The little devil Tadpole started to move her butt over my cock. I squeezed her leg to keep her still and not wake the beast.
"Careful with what you do, Mermaid."
"I just wanted to say that I'm very happy to know that in a few minutes, I'll be having a great time with your pale dick."
She whispered in my ear, words that were enough to fully stiffen my penis. She moved away with a raised eyebrow, her butt knowing how hard I was, and the little tease continued moving slightly.
"You'll pay for this, Tadpole." I gave her a light bite on the back.
"Whenever you want, Blondie."