Ximena lifted her hips to land on her high back, and as she had learned in a jiujitsu class, with her hands she squeezed those of her attacker, forcing him to let go of her hair. He turned slightly to see the face of his treacherous opponent. He observed the contracted face of a woman with short hair and red lips. With a mole above her upper lip, some wrinkles were revealed despite the Botox tightening her skin. Likewise, he stood up without letting go of her hands and opened them to return her offense with a powerful headbutt. Which, when it hit the lady, caused the poor woman to collapse, lying on the floor and rubbing her forehead. Ximena did not hear what Diego was shouting; she only felt her hair being pulled again. This time she did not try to grab those hands; what she did was turn around and throw a left hook, calculating the opponent's face. He glimpsed that it was another younger woman who was screaming like crazy, and before she recovered, he landed a right. She was about t
She thought it would be uncomfortable to see the accusing faces of the doormen when they saw a religious couple enter a place like this. But the inexpressive faces of these professionals, who only spoke as much as necessary, calmed her down a little, but not enough to dull her blushing cheeks. That calmed her down a little, but not enough to extinguish her blushing cheeks. “What an embarrassment,” she reflected, although it was not comparable to everything that would happen next.“Only one bed, what a problem!” this time she opined aloud.Erik colored to reply to her, “Calm down; you can use it; I'll sleep in the tub or in that weird chair.”“That's not fair; that chair looks uncomfortable, and in the Jacuzzi you can catch a cold; we'd better sleep in the same bed. I know you're a gentleman, and you won't try to overdo it; besides, I'm very tired from partying all night, and she's running away.” She looked around the room. She was curious about the mirrors on the ceiling and the TV co
Ximena could not move; she felt like she was drowning. For a moment, she had faith that Angelo would appear out of nowhere to hit this guy, but that was unlikely because they were no longer anything. These mixed emotions triggered the tears to overflow. Erik saw or felt them and got up, grabbing his head with both hands, and walked around several times as if he were a model on a catwalk, only to end up kneeling in front of her and beg her:"I apologize, Ximena; I misinterpreted everything and became carried away by desire." I thought you were playing hard to get; there are women who do that. Besides, you started it. I was already falling asleep when I felt her restless hands.”Ximena sat on the bed, covering herself with the sheets. She wiped her tears with her hands and tried to look at him to answer him, but her sight was blurred by crying. She only told him this:“You are right, although that does not excuse your crazy behavior. Although the truth is that I did want to, in part, I
Ximena was perplexed that the lawyer she despised so much had appeared out of nowhere to help her, sent by his bosses. Although what affected her most was what he said—that Angelo had been killed—at that instant, she forgot that two policemen were holding her hands. She slipped away from them like soap in the shower, and with both hands she shook the jurist, demanding an answer,“What happened to Angelo?”The lawyer turned his head, trying to make her react, and the policemen were silenced to measure their reactions. He shrugged his shoulders and, lowering his head, let out a few words like a deflating balloon: “What happened is that, apparently, your uncle collaborated with the authorities and testified against your ex-husband and Mr. Joseph. The police captured the grandfather. While, according to what I heard from Angelo, he was killed when he tried to flee by sea, the only thing is that they have not confirmed it because they have not found his remains.”“So, is it possible that h
A few nights later, Ximena accepted Erik's invitation to go dancing. After a thousand phone calls to beg him and several pushes from her friend, she finally made up her mind. Although she almost stayed on the road or went back, she even tried to wake up her children, looking for a pretext to stay. Erik proposed that they meet at the site, a clumsy strategy typical of the stingy or to avoid giving importance, which leaves open the possibility that it deviates from the road or that it does not arrive. The wait seemed eternal, so he had better go out to look for her, although the possibility that they would cross stopped him. He almost got into a cab; if she arrived and did not find him, he would be upset. He felt his shoes loose; he looked down to check them, and while detailing them, he remembered that he had chosen shoes without laces. When he looked up, it seemed like he had bumped into an angel. Ximena walked in. undecided, feeling strange, struggling in her head—it was as if she ha
“What are you doing at this hour of the morning in these dangerous streets?” a policeman questioned them.“Thank heavens you arrived; the ones from the bar around the corner were going to kill us.” Erik declared to them, believing that they had come to his call, but the officer answered him, waving his hand like a rattle.“Danger! These people are very dangerous!”Their pulse quickened. How was it possible that they had a problem with people who were feared, even by the defenders of the law?The police went to the place. While the couple watched from afar, everyone in the bar went down to meet the patrolmen. They shook hands, and the manager hugged them. When they saw this, they decided to turn around and look for a cab or something to take them. They ran several streets without finding a car; Ximena's cell phone had run out of charge, and Erik had run out of minutes. Finally, in the distance, a yellow car appeared like a star and stopped, asking for their destination. Before opening
Ximena wiped her tears. She remembered that she had been through worse situations; she could not allow this one to dominate her. She took a breath and called the guard.“I need to call my lawyer.”The guard, a fat policeman with a smile that only showed his lower teeth, simulating a laugh, replied, “Miss, this is not a hotel. They will let you call when you are incarcerated in the women's prison.”“You can't do this to me; I know my rights!” Ximena protested by grabbing the bars. But she was stopped by the guard, who hit her with the baton, crushing her fingers.Her partner pulled her in, hugging her to keep her from losing her mind. She spat at the policeman while whispering, “You are pig garbage!”“Damn you, you dykes, you filthy. Don't worry, that doesn't fit that size; now I won't even give you a glass of water.” The guard walked away, cleaning himself in disgust.“Quiet girl, it is obvious that you are of high class. You shouldn't be here; besides, you are very beautiful, and you
“He doesn't know who he's messed with.” The bar manager spoke, swinging a chainsaw.Detective Das heard him. When he came to his senses, he felt a strong pain in his head that made him remember how clumsy he had been. He arrived at the bar, where he was greeted very well—too well—although he did not want to receive anything that was offered to him. He concentrated on the label of an empty bottle. When something hit him, like a club, he managed to place his hands so as not to hit the ground, and then apparently another blow knocked him unconscious.“That's what I say to you. I am a high-ranking officer; your crimes will be made worse if you kill me. I propose that you release me, and I promise you that I will look for a way that only your bosses will be the ones to be judged.”“That is a very dirty strategy, Mr. Das.” One of the policemen appeared, although he was already in civilian clothes. “That's complicated, since the boss is neither more nor less than this chest.”“There is nothi