Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 36

They left for Ángelo's house, who was anxious all the way, looking at the rear-view mirrors, trying to smile so Ximena wouldn't have another crisis.

-Please change that music, it gives me a headache, besides I don't know what they are talking about, it bothers me, they could be giving me a hard time and I'm happy celebrating," Ximena stammers, pressing her temples with her index fingers. -I didn't imagine that the perfect Ximena would be too big for English," he smiles looking at her, neglecting to look at the road, taking a bump that made them jump.

-Now you want to make me dance by force," Ximena tries to joke to relax.

-What music do you like, I'll play you anything as long as it's not reggaeton.

-Angelo, it's what's in fashion, we even danced to it the other night.

-No, it's one thing to dance to it in a public place and another to listen to it in a private place, it makes me sad that when my car passes by the pedestrians hear rude things, it's that the music of today has been damaged by marketing, the worst artist with the worst song can become the most listened to if he has a good publicity team, I assure you of that, it is demonstrated for example, the hits of a year ago, people don't even remember them, just like today's hit, in a month they will be forgotten, on the other hand, those great artists like Beethoven, their songs have lasted centuries, or Vicente Fernandez whose music has crossed decades and frontiers.

-Angelo, my love, I never imagined that you were also a music lover.

-Of course, love, for example here in Colombia, it is said that their best music is vallenato, and this is not far from the truth, for me their best exponent is Diomedes, who composed and sang the most beautiful melodies of this genre, enveloping people, filling them with feelings.

-Yes, of course I love Diomedes, Angelo, you seem to know a lot.

-I don't know why they associate this singer who dresses like a child, with Colombian folklore, if he lives in Miami, only comes to Colombia for concerts and then goes back in his private jet.

-Angelo, suddenly you are being hard on Carlitos, what happens is that the situation of violence makes it difficult to live in this country even though it has one of the best climates and landscapes in the world.

-You may be right Ximena, there are things that are associated with a country that are not from that place, I heard from a guy that fortune cookies were not invented in China, but in Los Angeles and that the typical costumes of South America were designed by a king from Spain.

-Sometimes things or people are not from where they are born but from where they want them, for example yesterday I read that in Peru there was a gringa who was called crazy because she was sweeping the desert and it turned out that what she did was to restore the NASCAR lines, thus boosting tourism in that region improving the standard of living of its inhabitants who later in gratitude adopted her as one of them.

In the middle of this talk they arrived at Angelo's house, they went through a gate that was opened by some armed guards, they entered the house where Vivían received them, making a grimace of displeasure, -how is it possible that he brought, -he thought to himself.

-Something wrong Vivían," Angelo asked looking at her with wrinkled eyebrows.

-Nothing boss, it's just that I'm surprised that you brought Miss Ximena, you had never brought any of your girls to the house before," he answered biting his tongue, feeling that he had made a mistake.

-I need you to replace out who installed those microphones in her house and please don't meddle in my business, as they say here in Colombia, "don't be a sapa", -Angelo looked at her with his head down a little, that caused his employee to leave without saying a word or perhaps grumbling in a low voice, which neither Angelo nor Ximena heard, because they were already absorbed in their conversation again:

-Ximena love, let's go to my room,

-Angelo so fast, so trusting,

-or whatever you want, I thought you were tired? -Yes, I feel like going to bed.

-Yes, I feel like going to sleep.

-Just to sleep? I don't believe you my beautiful Ximena.

-Yes my beautiful Angelo, just to sleep, don't suppose that because you brought me to your beautiful mansion, you already dazzled me with so much luxury and I'm going to give it to you, no sir, I'm not like that.

-I know you're not, my dear Ximena.

-Yes Angelo, I'm worse," she says hugging and kissing him, turning around until they reach the bedroom, "wait Angelo, first I want to take a bath, I'm used to having to take a bath when I leave a cemetery.

-Of course baby, sit down, make yourself at home, go on, that's the bathroom," she says pointing to a bathroom as big as a citadel house.

-I wish you had told that to his employees, you should introduce me as your wife, as what I am.

-I'm sorry love, it's the lack of habit, in fact I haven't even been able to digest it yet.

-Well, don't worry, at any moment you can fix it by signing the divorce papers that your crappy lawyer in Sicily has," she tells him as she enters to take a bath, leaving the door open, throwing her clothes outside, waiting for her man to come in as he did before, only this time she had to scrub herself this time, She finishes, looks for a towel in the bathroom closet, there are about ten of them, dries herself with the softest one and when she takes it out, a white man's T-shirt that surely slipped into that place falls into her hands, she looks at it with a mischievous smile, putting it on her wet body, and goes out saying: "Honey, I was lazy, I was lazy, I was lazy, I was lazy, I was lazy, I was lazy, I was lazy":

-love, I was lazy to unpack, so I put this shirt on, it must be yours.

A smile marked Ximena's face, when she saw that her plan was working, Angelo looked at her astonished, because that white shirt became transparent in some parts, revealing her feminine attributes.

-I'm sorry Ximena, I'd better go, I'll let you sleep, anything you need, call me or any employee, at any time, don't worry.

-Wait Angelo love, don't leave me alone, I'm so scared, you have to protect me, I'm your protected baby," she says taking his hands making a spoiled face.

-Ximena, I don't want to bother you," he says trying to push her away.

-No my love, it's no bother at all," Ximena kisses him unbuttoning his shirt and when he tries to take off his tie, she gets tangled up and hangs him:

-no love, not like that, don't worry, he'll leave me for good, Ximena, to tell you the truth, sadomasochism doesn't call my attention.

They wrapped themselves in a blizzard of kisses that, like butterflies, danced over their bodies to the sound of the sounds of love that transformed that guest room into a marital bedroom, where the magical moans pierced the walls and reached the ears of poor Vivían, who was crying, sitting on the floor, drinking liquor straight from the bottle, wanting that liquor to burn the pain she felt in her chest, where her heart was destroyed, her mind could not stop imagining her beloved with another girl, she was even several times about to open the door, she was close, she even touched the knob, fortunately her conscience dazzled her, causing her to reflect:

-I am not a strong woman, what is it that you don't like about me," he thought as he threw the bottles that had brought him comfort during his bitter evening into the kitchen trash.

-Good morning, Miss Vivían, how did you wake up," it was Ximena who, to make matters worse, appeared smiling, "I'm here to make breakfast, can you help me?

-What's wrong with you, we have cooks here to take care of that, they won't be long in coming, your ignorance is too much, you are really a very vulgar woman.

-Miss Vivían, please, I ask you to respect me and if I did something wrong, please excuse me.

-It's not what you did or maybe you did, it's just that I can't explain to myself what tricks you would use with my Angelo to bewitch him, you a poor dead fly.

-Mrs. Vivían, out of respect for the fact that I'm in someone else's house, I won't grab you by the hair.

-You see, you prove me right, you are an ordinary woman, it is obvious that you are a little thing for Angelo, who is one of the most important men in the world. -said Vivían, staggering drunk and maddened by jealousy.

-If you say so, I'm not going to lower myself with you and then, what is Angelo," Ximena swallows her rage, taking advantage of the fact that she can replace out if Angelo is a criminal.

-Of course, I know him very well, he is the head of one of the biggest organizations in....

-They are interrupted by a macho roar, it is Angelo who comes from jogging and it seems that he had gone hunting because he arrived turned into a lion, with a murderous look and it seemed that he was steaming when he exhaled.