Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 35

-This time I'm driving, I want to introduce you to someone," I take the keys from him without receiving any protest.

-You know how to drive very well, in a city like this it takes a lot of skill," he tells me while he looks at my legs as I combine the pedals without looking at them.

-Of course, my Angelo, sometimes the traffic is chaos, the gaps, the traffic jams, added to the insecurity, make the streets a juggling scene.

-In addition to the eternal works and the heavy rains that collapse the sewage systems," he answers, looking at my lips, tasting his own.

-They collapse because people lack education, they throw garbage in the street that clogs the sewers, that's why I keep the garbage in my pockets if I don't replace a trash can nearby, sometimes I come home with my pockets full of papers, I have been criticized a lot for this.

-Besides being pretty you are ecological, I thought it would be impossible to replace more virtues in you, I feel that his words are getting closer and closer and I am afraid to see him, because I know I will kiss him neglecting the steering wheel, besides we arrived at our destination.

-We arrived at our destination young man," he looks confused asking.

-What are we doing at the cemetery, are you going to introduce me to the undertaker?

-Don't be a clown, let's go and bring flowers to my parents.

-I was always confused about your parents, it's just that the ones who attended your wedding were listed with other names in my grandfather's documents, -he looks around, I can feel him nervous in the cemetery.

-I already told you, my parents died in a war of gangsters, my sister and I survived by miracle, then I was adopted by my parents who took me to the wedding, the thing about your grandfather as I learned is that my parents were the best friends of Don Joseph, they even saved his life from a terrorist attack," he interrupts me saying.

-Similar to when you saved me.

-Yes that, don Joseph and my parents wanted the families to be united, that's why they were given to arrange the marriage of us when we were children, then things got complicated, your grandfather was told that we all died in the crossfire of some narcos, that we passed by the wrong place at the wrong time, after being adopted, I tried hard not to forget my real family, until I came of age, I discovered that my uncle was in charge of the company, so I tried to recover what was mine and my sister's, I crashed with several stumbling blocks stopping me only by a clause in the will of my parents that explicitly said that to inherit everything I had to marry the heir of Don Joseph, to comply with the pact between families.

-Why were your parents killed by the gangsters? -he asks me and I feel very disturbed.

-You didn't understand, as I already told you, some gangsters were disputing a territory and my parents precisely passed by that place, it's like the people who died when those car bombs exploded with which those gangsters rejected the extradition, by the way there is one thing that your grandfather mentioned that I didn't understand, -I didn't know how to explain if the reason for not understanding him was because of his old customs or because of his land, in both cases I was careful not to offend him. -What is it that you don't understand, please tell me my beloved Ximena, we promised not to have any more secrets between us.

-It's what you would be my protector," I tell him looking at his shirt, imagining myself undoing those buttons to comb his hair from that Greek sculpture chest.

-Of course I will protect you from everything, if I have to lock you in a glass bubble, I will do it, I will make an effort day by day with the only purpose of making you happy, my beloved wife Ximena.

We kissed walking around the place, I change the withered flowers to my parents talking to the graves:

-mom, dad, I present to you my husband Angelo, Joseph's grandson, I complied with his will, it was complicated by his arrogance, he pretends to be a difficult boy, -he laughs playing along, he says: -good afternoon, in-laws, I am very pleased to be part of your family, I swear to make your beautiful daughter happy.

We pay the caretaker to clean the graves well, at the same time the bitter memories come to my head like a slap, for this we return to the house without almost speaking, a lump in my throat chokes me thinking how beautiful it would be if they were still alive, that the presentation would be given in the midst of hugs at a family dinner, accompanied by laughter and awkward moments, I also notice Angelo nerves that accelerates the car repeatedly looking at the accelerator.

-What's wrong, my love," I can't bear to ask him, and the answer comes to me in the form of a blow from behind the car that shakes our brains.

-Ximena, love, please calm down, that car has been chasing us since we left the cemetery, -while he says this he takes a gun out of the glove compartment and as if he were a Hollywood movie hero, he shoots them backwards while driving, through the mirror I can't believe I see the car spinning, I turn my head and see that the car that was chasing us is on top of the tires, Angelo brakes in a way that the tires slide and we are in front of that car where the three occupants try to get out with their heads full of blood, while Angelo shoots the one with a gun in his hand, although I get scared I recognize them, they are some employees of the mine that I had to fire because they treated me and my friend Mia badly, my protector asks them something that I do not understand and he does not understand what they speak in that language of dying people who expire their last breaths.

-Let's go to the house Ximena, please calm down, you are very strong," he tells me getting into the car turning it again, before driving off he hugs me wiping my tears, it seems to me that we are teleported to the house, to my room where I replace myself alone drowning in tears, washed in despair, again my head fills with doubts about my spouse, those secret agent skills as could be proper of a businessman, boxer and psychology professor, by itself that mess was absurd, I feel a warmth that envelops me and I hear a cooing voice that tells me:

-love, please stop crying, please rejoin us, we have to pack your house is not safe look I found all these microphones and hidden cameras, we have to go to mine, I see his hands full of wires and I throw myself into them without caring if I sink in the doom of his love.