“What a crazy day; we have to close it at the opening party of the famous Liz's bar.”
“Is that lady the daughter of the oilman Colmenares, the one who changes boyfriends more than pants?”“Yes, I am very good friends with her, and not because of the money; she set up a bar to have a great time,”“But Angelo, I promised his grandfather to take him straight home; he called me very worried, telling me that he dreamed that you were a mouse that was caught in a mousetrap.”“Those are old man's bullish; let's have fun; life is short, and even more so in this business.”“Sir, I distrust Macho and the bushes; they are strange; they have been hiding themselves all day long, and they get upset when I confront them.”“They know that if they betray me, they will disappear; I am not to be trifled with.”Confidence is mixed with arrogance, and he leaves, believing that in this city his enemies would not attack him. How wrong he was! Of course, sometimes bad things can happen for good things to happen, and yes, his men sold their positions to some enemies, not for money or power but for envy and resentment. Besides, a few days ago, Angelo almost killed them for exceeding the use of force to collect some debts; it was not their fault. That debtor had already gone to the nerve, and at the time of beating him, his son appeared trying to defend him, aggravated the situation by shouting, and they also had to hit the boy. Who stumbled and broke his neck, so they had to silence the father and throw dirt with the debt, in short, things of the mafia. The complicated thing was that this did not match her moral code, and they resented that he punished them for this accident by making them contact the rivals, revealing their movements.“Let's go, Miguel; the night is young.” They get into their beautiful car, one of those that no one can insult. The radio plays an accordion melody, and out of nowhere, a truck with screeching tires rams them. Angelo felt the blow to his head and a smell of smoke in the air. He looked around and everything was spinning; in fact, the car came out bouncing upside down, disoriented; some arms pulled them out of the vehicle; he felt choked; he concentrated on his nose, trying to breathe, forcing his lungs; he opened his mouth as if he were yawning, trying to get air to flow; he would have collapsed if it weren't for two men dragging him by the arms; he turned a little and saw the same thing happening to Miguel; he was dragged by two more.“What have you done?” shouts a man with a familiar voice.“Sir, we brought you here to check if you are really them; we don't want what happened to Kun-Fu to happen to us. He got confused.” One of the thugs says it with a hoarse voice as if he were carrying phlegm.“That's them; finish them off, leave no one with a head, and explode the vehicle; it's time for the sleeves of the vest to disappear,” said the boss with a grim order.“Wait, Max, it's you; I recognized you.” Angelo interrupted him, saying, “How can you do this? We were friends; you worked for my family since you were a child; we grew up together, we were like brothers; you wanted to become independent, and I gave you half of the United States; isn't that enough? How much or what do you want?”“My dear Angelo, this is not about money; it is not because I resent your family or you for how I was always treated as your pet. What happens is that I do not want to settle for only half of the United States; I want it all and what is left; Besides, I associate with other groups, and most of them want you and your lineage out.”In the distance is a woman in her car. She saw when the garbage truck hit the car. When she got out to help, she had to throw herself to the ground. When she saw a group of armed and well-dressed men, they got out of this truck.“It can't be; it's the mafia,” he thought. “How can I help them, but I hate the mafia; they're going to mow them down; what do I do? Virgin's enlightenment enlightens me.”“The police are here!” shouted one of the assassins nervously, releasing Miguel, who took the opportunity to pull out a pistol hidden in his armpit and shoot at one of his captors.“Leave them alone!” shouted the desperate woman, revealing her location, and the thugs started shooting at her.“Holy Virgin, what do I do?” She thought aloud for a moment as her life flashed before her eyes, and of course, she had already been in difficult situations—not like this one, but difficult ones. She crawled to the car, then squatted down, and finally ran, covering her ears with her hands, her hands trembling almost still due to the noise of the glass shattering from the projectiles. Likewise, she got into the car and crouched down as much as she could. Furthermore, she started it, the tires squealed like a small dog, and she started her escape, but that accident blocked the street. As a beam of light, she saw a small space between the garbage truck and the building, and she also knew she was not an expert in measuring distance.Meanwhile, Angelo was able to free one arm. He searched in his pocket and only found his keys. He wielded them, throwing them towards one of his captors, imagining that he would poke him in the eye. That image changed when he heard the gnashing of teeth. He received in return a slap that sent him to the ground, something less than what happened to Miguel, who was shot several times right there. For a moment, it seemed that they were cooking popcorn because they also tried to shut up that mysterious busybody.Angelo pictured his boxing coach telling him to “get up, give me one more round; you're the best; don't let it be a dogfight.”He jumped back to his feet, hitting with a hook one of the thugs that were shooting at the woman's car and pushing another one. He ran under the garbage cart, giving it a bounce; he heard the noise of the friction of metal against metal and cans against cement; he watched as the garbage vehicle wobbled a little; and the woman's car came out of a small space at full speed, shooting sparks.“Please help me; I'll give you anything you want,” Angelo begged, one of the few pleas of his life.The car jerked to a stop. “Let's go fast. Run.” He ran to the vehicle, and without asking to open one of the doors, he climbed in through a window, ordering, “Please start.”The vehicle screeched again, the accelerator pedal seemed like it was going to come off because of so much pressure, and the projectiles brushed the cans, raising the tension. She turned the first corner, t
“I love Colombia; there is no such thing as boredom here; I don't know why people go elsewhere.”“Ximena, I thought you were in this country to be with me.”“Liz, I also thought you left Europe for me.”“Ximena, that was the main reason; then I started to meet beautiful specimens that made me fall in love with the country; for example, look, pay attention, here comes our sociology professor; he is the only reason why I came to study here; unfortunately, I discovered that he is not my type; it hurts me to admit it; he is more your type; come, let's say hello.”“Hello, teacher D.”“What a surprise if it's Liz with her beautiful friend, who, as I remember, is called Ximena.”“The surprise is that you left without saying goodbye; you are a very rude teacher,” Liz complained, clenching her fist.“I had to leave; I had a family matter. How did it go? How did the dance go? The party was great.”“And how are you doing, Angelo?” Liz asked him.“I am very, very worried.”“What about that?” asked
“Stop, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“Do not play the absent-minded one when you saved me from the garbage cart that night.”“I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody. Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss.”“It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; You intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist.”“I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.”“Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a
When Angelo arrived home, he couldn't sleep. He was sorry for having despised Vivian's offer. His mind was in turmoil, not only because of his encounter with Max, whom he always considered a brother, but also because of everything that had happened with Ximena, to whom he felt very attracted. He got tired of tossing and turning in his bed and decided to get up to have a glass of milk. He had so many things going around in his head that his head was already round.“Max, how could he do that to me? He was always a brother to me, we grew up together.” He spoke to the mirror. “Maybe ambition and stupid resentments combined to create that explosion of betrayal and dishonor; on the other hand, there is the beautiful Ximena. It had been a long time since I liked a woman so much. Maybe it would be time to please my grandfather and get a wife, although it would be this one and not the one he forced me to marry.”Suddenly he froze; he did not remember that he was still married; he could not get
The next day he was not able to go to teach at the university; his students missed him, especially Liz and Ximena. Although Ximena had another matter that tormented her, she wanted to tell Liz about it to unload her concern.“My friend, I have a problem of the maximum.”“Ximena, let me guess: is she pregnant by the professor?”“No, not that; we didn't do anything at all yet, and who knows if this weekend, because he invited me to his farm in the city of Melgar?”“Lol, you're going on an all-inclusive plan.”“Ha-ha-ha-ha, but I'm afraid.”“You're not even a little girl.”“I haven't been with a man for a long time.”“Ximena, I don't know how you can live like this, and how long has it been?”“I've never been with a man; I'm so ashamed to tell you that.”“I can't believe it, my friend; you're giving me a hard time; you were or are married.”“That was a farce; we did not even kiss with that man, or, well, I guess we did, but we did not make love or anything; it was something that my parent
Angelo called her on the phone hundreds of times, going around the house from one side to the other, and she did not answer. Then he called the men he had arranged to protect her, and they told him, “Sir, she shot out of the house; she is now at the Queen Sofia clinic; she looked very worried.”“I'm on my way,” Angelo answered, running to the door.“Wait, you shouldn't go.” Vivian, his very personal secretary, interrupted his travel. “She might find out that you are following her; you better cancel the trip, or we can both go.”Ximena entered the clinic, imagining the worst when she saw her adoptive parents sitting in the waiting room, getting ready to leave.“Hello daughter, they were only scratches; thank God nothing happened to us, and in the truck you gave us, we were wearing seat belts, not like those unfortunate singers,” said the father. “The brakes did not respond; I had to crash into a bridge; that car was left to sell for kilos of scrap metal.”He hugged them tightly, thanki
That day was a dream day; we had a lot of fun. If it weren't for that unfortunate mishap, I almost wouldn't tell the story. My good friend Angelo took us fishing on his yacht. It was fun; I had never done it before. With what we caught, Angelo prepared us something called sashimi, according to him, a Japanese dish. I didn't want to contradict him because I didn't want to look ignorant because the only thing I knew about Chinese food was rice and sushi. It was very pleasant to be there tanning myself and watching him fight with the seafood; it made me want to clean it. I tried to look elsewhere; I tried to look at the sea, and without realizing it, I was again with my eyes fixed on his beautiful face. He reciprocated with smiles that just melted my heart.We ate that morsel of kings, accompanied by a wine with an oak smell, and we laughed listening to Liz's boyfriend's witticisms that helped us understand why she had chosen him. Since this gentleman was maybe around 60 years old, with h
I went to the bathroom to wash away the sweat of fear and try to wash away the bitter memories that had mixed with the sweet kisses that had heightened my desire. After being consoled by my friend Liz, who cleaned my wounds, I returned safely to the yacht with the memory of a bad adventure caused by the mysterious sea currents.Furthermore, I don't understand why humans have to complicate everything because we cannot succumb to our passions without being afraid of what people will say or leave a bad impression. This is even more complicated for women. If we take the initiative, we are in danger of passing as easy girls, and no guy will want to marry a tramp. Or there is the other extreme: if we do nothing, our man can go with another one that will secure it by giving him what he wants. An old woman said that men only want us for the bed. It may be somewhat true, but what happens is that if the loved one does not provoke desire or desire is not satiated, that would be like a brotherly r