DavidSeven days passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with Sarah had never been so strong. She did exactly as Simon ordered, and I tagged along on the new DeLuca strongman's latest weapons purchase.I don't know if my father was forming an army or renegotiating weapons in some third-world country, but Sarah bought him the new XM250 coupled with an advanced optical system, the XM157.I don't know what level of crime this was. I hadn't even seen these weapons up close before.I saw where the warehouse was, but I never knew how they got from there to their destination.One thing I was sure of: Orange was the capital of arms trafficking, and that was Sarah's specialty, although other business took place here. She watched the books and her men like a hawk, and none even thought about robbing or betraying this tiny woman.Despite being the result of my father's hostility, knowing her so strong and powerful excited me. Each of the seven nights we spent locked in her room could
David- And the goods arrive at the coast in tow from the Navy... - says my father. - It may work, but only once or twice if spaced out.- But that would bring the next shipment. And the father could make that shipment worth several ones.Simon's smile is genuine.- That can be arranged… and it can work. It's so stupid and unprofessional it could actually work.He starts laughing.- Boy, you might be less stupid than I thought. I handle business with the Columbians. You take care of the boat. - Do we have any boats?- Yes. One of my men accompanied you there. Do you know how to drive a boat? - There are also boats in Europe, you know?- What do you need to do this?- I need three or four men to take care of the merchandise. They have to look like someone my age who could be at a party with me. I need some girls, too, to look like a rich party.- The next pickup was scheduled for 3 am. I'll give you the coordinates.- Can't you do it sooner? Like 9 hours.- I can, but it's not too vi
DavidI got on the boat, holding onto two girls, and the others did the same. Those in the marina looked at us, some with envy, others with disapproval.I took the boat to sea at great speed, and an hour later, I was at the coordinates my father had given me.I stop the boat, play the music loud, open bottles of champagne, fill glasses, and have snacks. However, we throw much of the food and alcohol into the fish.The gas tank said I couldn't go a mile further, and that was perfect.Offshore, a Coast Guard ship passed close by, and one of the girls showed them their breasts. The men laughed and moved away.When night fell, and no other boat could be seen nearby, we remained silent, waiting to hear the Colombians approaching.After a while, a fishing boat approaches.- Is the fishing good? – I ask. It was a code phrase.- The fishing here is never good. – he gives it back.- Let's hurry. – I say, and the Columbian, who seemed to be the boss, looks at the girls.- ¿No compartes las pu
DavidThe following day, Simon let me sleep all morning.When I woke up, the butler informed me that I didn't need to go to the office and could use the time for my business idea.I had a better idea, but for that, I would have to wait until late afternoon and lose my men.I will call Sousa and have him serve as my bodyguard while I inform him of everything happening.I researched whether there was any space for a nightclub and found nothing interesting, so I took advantage of Thomas's return and called him.We planned to have lunch, but Thomas whistled when I entered the restaurant.At my raised eyebrows, he laughs.- Who are you, and what did you do with my friend?- Idiot. - Seriously, David, I almost want to bow and call you Mr. Campbell.- Stop being an idiot. I'm working with my father.- And you even have a bodyguard. Do you think I didn't see the men who stood at the door?That was Sousa.- I'm old enough to be responsible but responsible in my way.- What does that mean?- I
SarahDavid seemed happy with his nightclub. Stripers and alcohol are the perfect combination for a gangster.I fear for him. This life seduces him, and he ends up like his father.During these weeks, he didn't worry about what his brother was doing or saving me from Simon. I can't deceive myself. He's different, but his father is getting what he wants.I am doomed. With just over five months until the wedding, I can't delay the inevitable any longer. I have to give in to Simon and start preparing. If it were my dream wedding, I would need much more preparation time, but the lack of will is great.Tomorrow Simon will pick me up to go shopping for the dress. A wedding like mine does not require the groom not to see the bride before the wedding. He makes his luck.The part that I didn't tell anyone, not because I wanted to keep it secret, but because I didn't want to admit it to myself, is the surgical intervention that I'm going to have in 1 month.Simon doesn't want children, and
DavidI left the building as I had entered it without anyone seeing me, but behind me, I left a promise: I was going to get all the women out of there.As soon as I walked away, I called Sousa, using one of the several phones I had previously purchased.- Sousa, are you still at the bar?- It's getting challenging to prevent them from looking for you. The bar is almost closing. Where are you?- On my way, but I have something serious to resolve.- David, whatever it is, you can't do anything now. You put the entire mission at risk.- What's the point of the mission if you don't do anything useful along the way? I'm not just good for helping Simon smuggle drugs.Sousa takes a deep breath.- I can't talk here. And I can't do anything. - Then, I will need to know how to contact them. It's urgent.- We'll talk when you get your ass back here. Hurry up. You disappeared hours ago.Annoyed, I went back to the bar and entered through the back. I poured some whiskey down my throat and went ou
SarahThe car starts, and I stand there looking at the half-open box revealing the dress.I still hear him call me "cunt".David couldn't save me. He had to save himself. Resigned, I pick up my dress and go into the house.When the door closes and I lock it, I go to my room, leave the box on the chair, and return to the living room. I go into the kitchen, take the prepared food I left to defrost, and put it in the microwave.When the time ends and announces that it's hot, I pick up a fork and sit down to eat.The polished stone of the island reflects my face. The cracked lip, the blood I still had on my face, the scarred cheeks, and even the finger marks where Simon squeezed my neck were visible in the reflection.I look at my image without knowing how long.My body reacts without my mind, and the plate flies against the wall, with all the food untouched. I burst into tears like I haven't had in almost ten years.My body shakes, and I slide to the floor, where I curl up in a fetal po
- what the fuck was that?- Came from the end of the corridor, from the whores' cells. You go and see what's going on. The boss won't like it if they open the cell's doors.Footsteps echo, and two men with an M24E6 in hand advance to the right.When their eyes see the bullet, one bends down, picks it up, and when the light appears in his brain, he screams:- Ambushed.Hell materializes in the basement.The man on the left shoots, and the one who screams falls dead—the second writhes in pain on the ground after being hit in the chest.Those on the left surrendered when several black-dressed men pointed weapons at them.It all ended quickly.- Reinforcements will arrive, and you will learn that there are people you shouldn't mess with.- Cállate hijo de puta. atarnos. – shouts the leader with a Mexican accent. (Shut up motherfucker. Tie them up)- Mexicans. How dare they attack. The boss will eat you alive.- Cierra la boca si no quieres asarte como un cerdo. – the leader says. (Close y