Chapter 54 - Price For My Head - mduno
The men fell silent at my command.
"Is something wrong?"
"Are you afraid of me?" I smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Better not ask any crap, because you're heading to the slaughterhouse."
"Should there be something wrong?" I replied, and he shook his head quickly. "I need to talk to my people."
"Yes, sir."
"Ladies and gentlemen!" I didn't know who was speaking into the microphone. "We have a presentation, we invite you to check out these beauties."
I remembered the morning rehearsal with the prostitutes; it must be them. One of them must have mentioned the birthday. When I focused on Rata, his face was very red. Something happened; I walked in his direction. People started gathering around the stage, six women with their backs turned... Six! Verónica was leading five...
"Boss..."
The music started, Enrique Iglesias' song began, and the crowd whistled with excitement. When I focused on the stage, my girlfriend was leading the dance group. I felt like pulling her down. Reason told me to put her in a car and send her back. However, that wasn't what I felt. She had seen me and was dancing just for me, even smiling at me. At least she wasn't mad at me.
"Do you understand me a little now, Rata?"
"What do you mean, Boss?"
"With her, you'll never know what will happen. She always changes the game."
I commented, suppressing the urge to laugh. She knew how to dance. Having her naked doing those moves... Damn! The suit didn't allow my dick to get hard. Calm down, Roland, because it hurts. Rata said nothing, just patted me on the back, smiling a bit more relaxed.
"Regarding your relationship with the young lady..."
"Shut up!"
He burst into laughter. The guys started shouting obscenities, and I gradually moved closer to the stage. Pablo was grabbing his balls while looking at her, and jealousy began to surface.
"She's new."
Pablo Peña was saying to Guillermo Marín, young in the business, graceless, and very arrogant in appearance. Everyone knew that in more than one confrontation, they had shit their pants.
"Maybe she's for Mr. Roland." They didn't notice my presence.
"For that whore, I'd triple the price given by the Boss. It's not fair; he always tries them first!"
"Excuse me?"
I intervened, and they got scared upon seeing me. As lower-ranking members, they were scared shitless.
"If you ever desire her again, I'll make you a eunuch."
"Sorry, Boss. What's that?"
"I'll cut off your dick myself."
The song was about to end, she didn't take her eyes off me, dancing for me. And I knew more than one had their eyes on my girlfriend.
"Oh! One more thing."
"Yes, Boss," Pablo replied.
"My girlfriend is priceless, believe me."
"Sorry, Boss."
Guillermo answered, and Pablo paled, realizing he had spoken and expressed himself incorrectly. The song ended, Verónica was smiling, breathless. I walked to the stage, she came down, the other women were already in the arms of who knows who and naked.
"They told me Mr. Roland Sandoval didn't request a prostitute for himself."
Her eyes sparkled; I wanted so badly to kiss her.
"Well informed, they have you," I replied.
"I wanted to know if you'd like to change that decision for today and if you accept me as your prostitute."
I don't know what I felt, the heart; that organ that had been beating again in an unknown way for some time. I was speechless, I tried, I wanted to speak, and I couldn't. I looked down, breathed, this can't be happening to me.
"For your birthday, I won't charge you, Mr. Roland."
"Verónica."
It was all I could say, I cradled her face and kissed her, lifted her, her legs wrapped around my waist.
"Boss."
I stopped kissing her; it was the second in command of the Cárdenas organization. I looked at him, letting him know he could speak.
"In twenty minutes, everyone will be in the meeting room."
"The meeting will be held later."
"What?"
"You heard me, Leech."
He confirmed, looking nervous, what could be the reason for his nervousness?
"I'll tell you..."
I put Verónica down, took her hand, and walked toward the room. The situation would soon get very bad, I didn't want her to see that. Rata looked at me with a worried face, and I just nodded.
We knew a trap was being set up at the party, nothing would happen for an hour. That's why today I would finish what I had postponed with my girlfriend, thinking about it, my dick reminded me that I couldn't do anything with the damn suit. Approaching the stairs where Rata was waiting, I whispered in his ear.
"You know the only reason you enter my room." He smiled. "And find out what's happening in the meeting room."
"Well, Ms. Verónica should take credit." He narrowed his eyes and continued speaking. "I had a reputation for missing nothing, it seems you broke the mold, don't tell anyone because they'll stop respecting me."
He smiled, and how my life lit up with that smile. Damn, I really liked the old lady!
"Welcome to my world, Rat. With her, you never know."
"Be careful."
"Careful of what?"
Veronica asked. The Cárdenas brothers received the message that Leech delivered and looked at me like they wanted to kill me. I smiled at her. Sorry for ruining your plan to shoot me. I squeezed her hand and led her to the room.
She wanted to talk, but I didn't have time, and if I thought about it, my stupid conscience would kick in, which had been tormenting me since she arrived. I started kissing her, slowly guiding her to the bed. It wasn’t just her whose chest was frenzied. My heart was about to burst out. She slipped her hand under my sweatshirt.
"What are you wearing?"
I frowned; my dick couldn't take it anymore. The question calmed the instinct a bit.
"A bulletproof vest, Beautiful."
"Can you take it off?"
I burst out laughing. I never thought my first time with her would be like this. I had imagined it a thousand ways, but never an hour before killing a traitor and certainly not at a party full of whores.
"Don't worry, my dick will be free in less than a second."
She frowned. I freed my balls from the suit, feeling relief in my penis.
"You’ve been driving me crazy since I saw you dance."
"My first time will be with a bulletproof vest?"
"Beautiful, things are about to get ugly with the hosts. It’s going to get bad, and I don't want you here after I’m done with you."
She laughed nervously. I couldn’t keep talking; I got lost in those lovely eyes. She understood; my heart couldn’t deny it. It started pounding harder, and she placed her hand on my chest.
"I'm not the only one whose heart is about to burst." I shook my head.
"Just tell me, yes, are you sure you want to be mine?"
"It's what I want most, and I like the way you look at me."
She moved under me and wrapped her legs around my hips. It was a lovely invitation. My hand slipped under her short shirt, touching her breasts… Those that only I have kissed, touched. I don't know if that’s what has me hooked on her. Knowing I’m the first, I’ll teach her to be a woman. My tongue moved gently down her neck until it reached her chest. Meanwhile, my hand reached her deliciously wet vagina, just the way I liked it.
"I'm sorry, Boss, we’ve been ratted out!"
I wanted to kill Rat. The sirens blared on the estate, giving us a minute to evacuate. With the chaos, most of the organization would disappear. Everything happened quickly in my mind; my girlfriend's pure eyes looked at me fearfully, like a knife in my gut.
"Get Veronica out of here!"
"They won’t harm the lady, I need to get you out! This is all because of you."
"Are they police or the army?" Seeing him, I understood.
"Mercenaries disguised as the army."
He said. I could never leave her here, not her. I moved away, covered my dick, and pushed Rat against the wall.
"I gave you a fucking order, Simon!"
It was the first time in such a situation that I spoke to my friend and not the head of security. A look was enough, the sirens were deafening, the first shots were heard, my lips trembled.
"She doesn’t belong in my damned world, get us out of here! Tell the guys to save themselves however they can."
"I’ll get both of you out."
With that, he put on his hood. His face was hidden under the mask of the bulletproof suit. I did the same, taking Veronica by the hand. We went down the stairs that unfolded from the balcony to the ground—no one knew about them.
That was the good thing about building your own fortress. The estate was paid for with the money of those damned traitors, I designed it and adjusted it to my needs, they never found out who the architect was.
I listened to the instructions given by the head of security. He told our people spread out at various strategic points around the estate. The internal microphone activated with the suit. Simon spoke with El Negro and Snake, who were inside the house, telling them to get out however they could.
We finished descending the stairs, and at that moment I saw the magnitude of the operation organized by the Cárdenas. If they capture me, I won’t survive, I’m the main target. We were ambushed, if I get out, I’ll take down those bastards.
The estate was surrounded by a hedge of climbing plants that covered a tunnel leading to the mountain, and from there we had to run to the top where we kept the motorcycle. The ensuing battle distracted us a bit; the hired guns weren’t there to capture, they came to kill.
Helicopters fired their machine guns, and the ground troops shot anyone who appeared or ran. Veronica's scream snapped me out of the trance.
"Roland! Lorena is still in the house..."