Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 74

Ximena lifted her hips to land on her high back, as she had learned in a jiujitsu class, and with her hands she squeezed her attacker's, 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, red lips, with a mole above her upper lip, some wrinkles revealed despite the botox tightening her skin. He stood up without letting go of her hands, opened them to return the offence with a powerful headbutt, which, when it hit the woman, the poor thing collapsed, lying on the floor rubbing her forehead. Ximena didn't hear what Diego was shouting, she only felt her hair being pulled again, this time she didn't try to grab those hands, what she did was to turn around and throw a left hook, calculating her 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 to continue hitting her, remembering everything that had happened to her, it felt good to unload her fury against these women, but some manly arms embraced her from behind to restrain her, she took advantage of the support to jump and finish off the young woman by kicking her with both feet. When she saw that she also ended up on the ground, she felt a little calmer and at that moment she heard the pleas of the mature gallant.

Please stop, Maria is my ex-wife and the other one is my daughter Saya.

He stopped calmly, a little embarrassment being overshadowed by a sense of triumph. He even liked it when his sister Emily arrived and jumped on the older woman and Mia on the other.

Diego let go of Ximena to try to pull Mia away, who angrily applied a wrestling hold to her pained daughter and at the same time shouted, "Please, she's my daughter, she's just an accomplice to my ex-wife's crazy antics.

Security personnel from the morning shift arrived and pulled everyone aside. The manager was carrying a folder with several papers that were falling out of it. He arrived with a warning:

-Miss Ximena, I need you to vacate the place, the place was reserved until six in the morning. Besides, I can't stand such embarrassing spectacles.

Explosions interrupted him, helicopters flew overhead from which smoke bombs were dropped and hooded men in black jumped out, armed with machine guns. Chaos reigned again, even as the gunmen urged everyone to get down on the ground.

The hostess raised her arms to submit, but a hand grabbed her, pulled her gently, but firmly, pulling her inside, Ximena saw through the smoke that it was Erik. He took her to the kitchen, where he stole some hotel employee uniforms. He whispered to her: -Ximena, please, let's camouflage ourselves. These people are coming for you.

-They could be policemen. -She replied as she began to take off her heels and put on overalls.

-Worse, remember that we are in Sicily, here everyone obeys Don Joseph's clan. -I replied, putting on another pair of overalls.

They left through the employees' door, the place was cordoned off, but their uniforms did not prevent them from slipping out.

She was about to turn back when she remembered that she had left her sister behind.

-No. Ximena, you must trust that she will be all right, they only want you. We should leave for Colombia, we'll be a little safer there. -Erik proposed, stopping her by grabbing her arm.

He practically pushed her into a taxi and they arrived at the airport, always looking behind them in case someone was following them. As they tried to buy the tickets, Erik pulled her for no reason, forcing her to duck under some tables, whispering nervously: -They're looking for us. I spotted one of the guys who hit me when I followed you, one of the guys who sent me to the hospital, but don't look.

She got scared, it wasn't possible that she was being married now, besides Erik wouldn't let her replace out if it was true that Angelo or her grandfather were following her. And a question was going round in her head, "How was it that Erik had found out about her wedding, the time and place, for everything was handled discreetly?"

With a strong jolt she let go of her companion, incredulously she got up to check, and indeed, it was José Luis, who with other bodyguards seemed to be looking for someone.

They left the place, getting confused in the crowd, and got into another taxi.

Where am I taking them? -asked the taxi driver in Italian.

-I don't know. -Erik answered truthfully, although it was the stupidest thing you can say to a taxi driver.

-I don't have time to waste, get out or I'll call the police. -The taxi driver ready the mobile phone, was stopped by Ximena, who said:

-Sir, take us to a port, where you can leave the country by sea.

He took them to a port, but was also surrounded by police. The taxi driver was sweating, inferring that this couple were criminals on the run, noticing how they panicked when they spotted the police, and ordering him to turn around. He almost crashed the vehicle into a police car.

-Ximena, I have an idea! -Let's go downtown, I remember I saw a costume shop in a shopping centre, this way we can get out of Sicily.

The taxi driver drove him, the whole way he trembled, he didn't know how to charge them, he was afraid that they would pay him with lead instead of gold. In the end he got a few euros from Erik, as Ximena had no cash.

They disguised themselves as religious, Erik as a priest and she as a nun, they took a taxi to another port, where they were also surrounded by the police and despite being disguised as religious, the customs officers also demanded documents. They apologised to the officers, saying that they had forgotten them at the hotel, and had to return there.

But not to where Erik had been staying, they would suddenly be looking for them there, they couldn't register with their real names either, they tried a beautiful hotel, but they had to leave because they were also asked for documents. The only option Erik could think of was a motel, a place where couples go for pleasure, mostly lovers, a place where if you look older, they don't ask for ID, you don't have to carry luggage, but in order not to arouse suspicion they couldn't rent two separate rooms.