Chapter 94 - Honeymoon?
Knowing that he desired me in that way gave me confidence for what we would continue doing whenever we wanted. My body lay agitated, trying to calm my heartbeat. But my heart started pounding again as his magical hands and tongue took me to a state of absolute bliss. He was insatiable, and I adapted to it.
Every caress experienced by my inexperienced body emitted basic emotions. Moans of satisfaction and lustful gasps, I relived them in what had become our room.
He knew how to treat me, managing to minimize any discomfort with those pleasant sensations, with those hallucinatory caresses with his finger, watching him enjoy my body, when his finger played at my center until I felt multiple vibrations, and then he intensified it with his tongue at the same time. He didn't penetrate me until I had reached ecstasy twice, once with his tongue and once with his finger.
I also did my part; though I wasn't experienced, I was quite good at oral sex, or at least Roland's face of satisfaction confirmed it. When he penetrated me, it was just as gentle, although my stomach didn't think the same; his strong, continuous thrusts made my stomach contract, and he liked it… I would become an obedient student. We didn't stop until we achieved our releases.
"We must escape now," he commented after being in his arms for a few minutes, kissing me again.
"Love, I don't think I can handle another round of excellent exercise." He smiled and understood. My legs and stomach hurt.
"I'll let it slide because you were a virgin and your delicious and appetizing vagina is a beginner."
"You're sick."
"You accepted that about me, without..." I covered my face while he caressed my breast.
"Do you think I can measure up to you?"
"Look at me, I'm the one who will never reach your level, ever... You are perfect, and you have a… well, your belly is warm, tight, and delicious, your scent and taste drive me crazy. I hope you understand, I spoke in your words, you don't want to hear what I think."
"We must say goodbye." He looked at the clock, furrowing his brow.
"No. Beautiful, we must leave now."
"But..."
"Get ready, love, we'll leave secretly." I didn't like the idea of leaving without protection.
"Simon..."
"Veronica, he's happily celebrating our wedding and the fact that I finally got married, he never rests."
With a strange feeling, I got out of bed; now my stomach really hurt. He had been rougher in his thrusts, well, it didn't bother me at the time, I shouldn't complain.
"Did he hurt you?"
"A little." His eyes sparkled.
"I know I shouldn't care... being the first feels incredible, knowing that no one knows that exciting face when you're about to scream like you do."
He succeeded once again, my face must have turned red. We snuck out, and maybe we were seen, but we pretended we didn't notice. I didn't throw my bouquet; it stayed in the room as a witness to what had happened. The suitcases were in the car, the only thing I didn't like was leaving clandestinely. With each second, we moved further away from the estate, I took my purse and looked at my phone.
"Love, we're not going far, I just want to introduce you to my father."
"Is he alive?" I asked in surprise.
"No, it's just that I don't like going to that place with my men, do you think Rat isn't watching me? He's an old fox, love. And my bastard father has been dead for many years." He was right, nothing escapes Simon.
He took my hand, kissed it, and drove with it. The look of a man, at the end of the unpaved road, gave me a bad feeling. Why am I so scared? I took my phone, discreetly, covering it with my purse, and sent a message to Simon.
"Please track my location. I'm scared."
I don't know why my heart was racing like this. I can justify it, a few days ago I was kidnapped, Roland drove until we reached the cemetery at the entrance of the city.
"This is where that dog was buried, now we'll go back to the party. It's just a couple of minutes."
Roland parked the car in the lot near the first graves, helped me out. He looked around, took my hand, I saw that the grave had no name, and my sixth sense alerted me, we shouldn't be here.
"Many times you yelled at me that I was a piece of trash, that I wouldn't be anything, and look at what your son has become." My heart broke.
"Well, well, well."
A man spoke, and three more men arrived behind him. I saw that fear in Roland's eyes again, and my heart raced with palpitations, I never thought I could experience a greater scare than the kidnapping.
"What are you doing here?"
The look on my husband's face was enough to know they weren't friends, he took me to the back of the car, covering me with his body. He had left his revolver inside. I saw the fear in his eyes, it wasn't necessary to know the mistake made, I hoped Simon would arrive in time. Hopefully, he would see the message.
"Where's your guard dog?"
"Let my wife go, and deal with me however you want, you'll see I don't need any guard dog, you son of a bitch."
The guy got a little closer, the other three took attack positions. Each one with a gun in hand.
"My wife doesn't…"
"I have no problem killing both of you."
How can one interpret those absurd twists of life, the Supreme Being, the Universe, Destiny, and so on? In a minute, the outlook of your life, the dreams you had projected, the path you desired to walk on, all come crashing down.
In a second, your life shifts from joy to fear. The moment the man raised the weapon, Roland turned to shield me. The first shot rang out, and Roland pushed me against the car, taking the first hit on his left side. The man laughed at what was happening, enjoying the situation.
It was evident that stepping out of the protection of his bodyguards had left him exposed. The look of pain on his face was etched into my mind. Another shot sounded, and he covered me again. I started screaming. A third shot was heard, but Roland remained standing, protecting me. He was my shield, sacrificing himself to keep me alive.
I wanted to stop time, to make it pass in slow motion like in the movies. Then a burst of gunfire came from behind the car. Maybe that was his world, one that was new to me. Roland collapsed in my arms, my screams made Simon react, who kept unloading his weapon's cartridges.
Seven bodyguards had arrived, seven men my husband considered his friends, but there were more outside. However, the one who was a doctor, someone Inés had mentioned to me, was not there. He was someone they all appreciated.
They all furiously unloaded their weapons on the three men who had hurt Roland. They filled the guys who attacked their Boss with bullets. Cebolla came over to me and helped with the collapsed body, the head of security giving orders to his men, calling them by those ugly nicknames.
"Tell me he's not dead!"
The look on his friends' faces puzzled me. To them, he wasn't just their Boss; he was their brother from years of working and training together, as he had once told me. In their world, unbreakable bonds of brotherhood are formed, turning into pacts. I didn't even know where my thoughts were going.
"Vida."
I looked at Roland, unable to focus on him properly. Tears and nerves had me disoriented. Simon carried his boss, Cebolla, an expert in evacuation, got behind the wheel. They carefully placed my husband inside, and I sat receiving his back, which was torn apart by the bullet impacts.
"Love," he called me as best he could. "Thank you."
"Shut up!" I screamed at him. "Don't talk, Miguel!"
A movie… Yes, my life at this moment had turned into a horror movie. Simon cursed and yelled, pulled out a beacon, and put it on the car. Immediately, the traffic began to give way. Three motorcycles also helped clear the roads. I think one was Cherry, another was Churrusco, and the youngest one was very blond.
The three of them stopped traffic so the car could move forward. One stayed at the cemetery for cleanup and under instructions from Rata to notify what had happened. They drove like madmen, and still, it seemed slow to me. I wanted them to fly. This couldn't be happening to us.
It couldn't be real. We just got married, God, please don't take him! He changed, you have to give him the chance to prove it. I caressed his face, unable to hold back the tears. Roland was getting paler by the second.
"Simon…" I whispered, my leg witnessing the amount of blood spilled.
"Hang on!"
His friend shouted, calling Dr. Mendoza. I don't know how they navigated through Bogotá's traffic. I felt relieved seeing the clinic. They always surprised me with their logistics; they had everything for any situation, and there was staff waiting for him.
If what I had lived through seemed unreal, now it was even more so. Simon, with the help of the blond, took him out and moved him away from me. My husband looked for my gaze. I felt he was saying goodbye, leaving me. He won't die! I naively encouraged myself. We haven't gone through all this for it to end this way.
That man was my husband, he would be the father of my children… They took Roland away, and Miguel spoke with the other two men who left worriedly on motorcycles. I got out of the car in slow motion. The white dress was an oil painting in red, like indelible ink, the kind used for life's great pacts, the kind that marks a sacrifice in a human soul.
I walked, and people looked at me, pitying my haggard and distraught face. He will be fine, the doctor was already examining him. At some point, Cebolla took my hand. I didn't know where they were treating him, I only saw hallways and unfamiliar faces. Where did they take him? Entering the room… It wasn't the image I wanted to see.
The doctor covered Roland's face with a sheet. Simon screamed like crazy and hit my husband in the chest, shouting something. The blond boy leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. I wasn't thinking; this was a dream. I would wake up at any moment. This isn't happening. Roland hasn't left me.
The room started spinning, Cebolla fell to his knees while Simon walked backward, hitting the wall. He began to cry, trying to stifle a scream. Why is Simon crying like that?