Chapter 401 - Any - mdfour
Roland
"Cooper, start using your glasses from now on. I want faces, from everyone at your agency. Don't talk to anyone about the death, just stick to small talk. Activate all your sensors and only trust your wife. By that, I mean if you feel like talking, only talk to her, or call us."
"Alright."
"You need to go. Any's body will land in four hours, get everything ready."
"Thank you." Once alone with Simón, Miguel, Gustavo, Arnold, and Aníbal.
"They could be watching us, our kids might be targeted. Talk to them, have the older ones watch over the younger ones." I took out my phone. "Lobo, have Carlina and your kids stay at my house, same with Arinka, everyone until you get back, they'll stay at my place."
"Thank you, sir."
"Brief Cristofer, he's the man of the house. Give him the responsibility of looking after his little sister. If he sees anything strange, he should tell the older ones. Pass the info to Freddy." I hung up.
"This still smells bad to me," said Gustavo.
"Guys, we'll rest in pairs for three hours, twice a day. We won't stop working until we know who we're up against. They wanted a war, they'll get one, but on my terms."
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Alfredo
Patricia was nervous. It was understandable, starting our honeymoon like this, but she trusted my brothers. When we arrived at the airport, Germán introduced himself as our Uber driver.
I was going to buy tickets to Montería and then head to Coveñas. But having one of our own show up like this made me think the situation was more complicated than we thought. We acted like strangers. With my suitcase in one hand and my wife in the other, we got into the vehicle and I greeted him.
"Good to see you, Germán," I said. "This is my wife."
"Likewise, Alfredo," he said. He's a mechanical engineer. "A pleasure, ma'am."
"The pleasure is mine." My wife was still nervous.
"What's the plan?" I asked.
"To drop you off at a hotel. Tomorrow you'll have an armored vehicle that you need to leave at exit two of the cabin."
Just deliver the message, because they don't know her. In fact, I don't even know her, so I guess I'll contact Rata to find out where exit two is.
"We'll drive to Coveñas," I confirmed.
"Yes. It leaves no trace while making them believe you're at the hotel." He dropped us off at a hotel on 26th Avenue. It was one in the morning, and we were already checked in. I could see my brothers had been working. They gave us the keys to our room, and once inside, there was champagne, flowers, and a card on the bed.
While we work, you… did you finish the word?
Patricia blushed, and I burst out laughing.
"This is Arnold, Aníbal, or Miguel's doing."
I cupped her face. Two years and six months exactly since we last had sex. I want to be a gentleman, but this damn abstinence is unbearable, and these months, while she was recovering, sleeping with her ass pressed against my dick while spooning was not pleasant. I've had blue balls for a long time, and she's done it on purpose. But tonight, she'll be mine again. I kissed her without hesitation.
"Do you want champagne?" she asked.
"For the second round, right now I need my balls to return to their natural color."
Her laughter was another proof of my goal, to make her laugh, I never want to make her cry again. I attacked her mouth once more, and my hands went to grope her ass, I love that ass.
We undressed, or rather, almost tore our clothes off. This wasn't anything romantic for a night like this, but it was what it was. It was an overwhelming desire between two bodies that hadn't touched in months. We were naked, my dick as hard as a circus tent.
I forced myself to slow down, just a bit, to lick, taste, and bite her nipples. My tongue slowly moved down to savor her belly button, which was now a bit wrinkled from our son's pregnancy. Instead of finding it unattractive, it appeared to me as the most perfect work of art.
I continued on my way, eager to savor her again, to drink in her essence. It filled me with satisfaction to discover that I wasn't the only one impatient, my wife—"wife" how lovely that sounds. She was mine, she was mine again. As my thoughts wandered, my tongue began to taste her. I slowly led her to the bed, stayed on my knees, and opened her legs to delight in her fully exposed entrance.
I plunged back into her center, my tongue exploring every corner, my fingers slipping inside her channel as I kept licking and drinking the nectar I had longed for.
Her legs trembled, and her surrender was my finest champagne. Without waiting any longer, I entered her, letting myself be carried away by the burning fire between my wife's legs. She hadn't recovered from her orgasm when I began to thrust into her forcefully. I don't think I lasted... I came abundantly.
"Don't let it show how much I needed you," I whispered in her ear as I recovered, her kisses spreading all over my face.
"You weren't the only one, we didn't even last four minutes." I burst out laughing.
"That was the real quickie," she covered her face with her hands.
"I didn't even masturbate," she confessed, and I was still inside her.
"I'd be lying if I said that. Many times in the early mornings, I imagined you like this and had incredible orgasms." I devoured her mouth. "Wife, ready to redeem ourselves now." I moved, my cock ready for the next round.
"I'm all yours."
"Correct answer."
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Roland
I arrived home, this shift it was Arnold and me. When I entered the office, Dante was at the computer with some notebooks.
"Good morning, Dad, are you going to sleep? I need to talk to you."
"For a couple of hours. Have you had breakfast?"
"No sir, I wanted to do my work now. Today, Sunday, I want to paint as much as I can. Enrique did his homework yesterday, same as Liam."
"Let's have breakfast, and I need to talk to you." It was five in the morning.
"Yes, sir."
Carmela was already in the kitchen, and when she saw us, she served what she had made. We took our plates and went to the dining room.
"Son, without giving you too many details, I need you to keep a close eye on your brothers at school, take care of all of them."
"Is that why Aunt Carlina and Arinka are staying here for two weeks?"
"That's right. You all know how to fight, but the young ones don't. Sergio, Gregorio, and Cristofer are just starting to learn martial arts, and the girls even less."
"How serious is it, Dad?"
"Very serious. They could kidnap or kill them just to provoke me."
"Because of your past?"
I looked at my eldest son, and at that moment, I remembered the day he was born, when Dr. Jones brought him out covered in blood, so fragile, and now he was just a few inches from reaching my height. That day, I was so afraid of failing as a father. I've always feared they would be disappointed in me.
"When you do bad things, life chases you to settle scores. Trying to leave a life of crap, son, has cost me nearly eighteen years. Since I met your mother. Now that we're doing good..."
"Can I know what you do?"
"I try to clean up my past, leave a legacy, so you can be proud of me."
"I am proud, Dad. You're the patriarch of this whole group, and they're older than you. Mom told me, 'Earn the right to know what he does.' No matter your past, I mean... I know about serving time for something."
"But I want to tell you, with me, or rather with us, you've been an incredible father."
Hearing that from my son made my greatest fear in life disappear, I was so afraid they would be ashamed of me. I clenched my butt to keep from crying.
"Thank you." I didn't want to say more.
"Count on me, Dad. I'll take care of my brothers and cousins. Don't worry about them, I'll handle it."