Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 78

A few nights later, Ximena accepted Erik's invitation to go dancing, and after a thousand phone calls to beg him and a lot of prodding 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 cheapskates or to avoid giving importance, which leaves open the possibility that she might stray from the road or not arrive at all. The wait seemed eternal, so he'd better go out and look for her, although the possibility of them crossing paths stopped him in his tracks, he almost got into a taxi, if she arrived and didn't replace him he'd be upset. He felt his shoes loose, he looked down to check them, as he detailed them he remembered that he had chosen shoes without laces. When she looked up she bumped into an angel, it seemed to her, as Ximena walked in, undecided, feeling strange, struggling in her head, it was as if she had a lot of people in her head, debating, making accusations and proposals.

Their gazes met, smiles were calibrated, greetings and compliments were exchanged.

-Hi, Ximena, you look very pretty.

-Hello, you too, you look like you're brand new, and your cologne is very strong. -Ximena didn't need to be very detailed to realize that Erik's clothes were new, the reason being that they still had some tags attached to them. Then she slyly took care of taking them off, and the cologne wasn't that strong, what happened was that he sprayed half a bottle, she supposed it was like in that commercial where women are attracted like a magnet by applying a certain fragrance.

They sat at a shiny wooden table, a waiter served them, he cleaned the table and didn't take his eyes off Ximena, Erik had to repeat his order several times, finally the waiter brought it to him.

They went out to dance, although Erik wasn't very good at it, his rhythm improved as he drank more liquor, his body loosened up, and soon he looked like a spinning top. Ximena felt like going to the bathroom, while Erik went, he kept watching the video of the song that was projected on a wall. He felt as if they were clapping in his ears, with his eyes he looked for his partner and saw her dancing with the waiter.

He was astonished, however, he didn't want to be jealous, nor to show her much importance, he waited for them to finish and continued drinking, Ximena arrived at the table smiling.

-Please serve me. -She said and instantly he filled her glass.

He would let a song play and then he would ask her to dance, that's how it happened, he was happy on the dance floor, and he felt a touch, he turned and there was the waiter dancing alone near them. Erik gave him a dirty look, and the blood rushed to his head, it occurred to him to confront him, even though he felt drunk, he supposed it could be alcohol. The waiter also moved to another place.

The moment came when his bladder could take no more, he had to go to the urinal, and when he came back he saw what he had feared, he was dancing with the waiter again.

Erik, furious, pushed them away and pulled Ximena by the arm, while saying: "Ximena, you came with me, you don't have to dance with that crab!

He sat her down at the table, and she replied, "Erik, you and I are nothing, I don't know why you're making complaints and jealousy scenes.

-It's not that, it's understood that the date belongs to both of us, you don't have to be careful with any braggart. -Erik complained, alternating with bad looks for the waiter who was watching from afar, the manager arrived, he stretched out his hand to Erik asking him: Is everything all right?

It was late, nothing was fine, Erik felt like his head was a pressure cooker. He resembled a werewolf, he was already transformed. He left his hand outstretched, reciprocating with a bunch of rude words.

-Ximena, let's go. -He asked her formally and she took it as a demand, besides she wanted to stay, not because of the waiter, but because she still wanted to dance, to continue uninhibited, besides she felt important, that's why she answered him: -I don't want to leave yet.

These words hit Erik like a rock thrown into a bucket of water. He drank several gulps at a time, increasing the tension. She went to the bathroom, this time she did it on purpose, apparently she already had another purpose, when she came out, the waiter was talking to her, when he saw her leaving the bathroom he walked away. Erik came in puffing out his chest, he looked like he was puffing steam, he sat down, the manager sent them some complimentary beers. Ximena laughed, she was happy, but Erik took it badly, he imagined that the waiter had wrapped her in lies or some substance, in any case it is very bad that a nightclub allows employees to interpellate with customers and the last straw a waiter with a client with a partner. In Erik's mind, it seemed right to destroy the place, it was as if a little voice was dictating what to do, he contemplated, smashing the bottle against the televisions, breaking the glass and other disasters.

Ximena felt drunk, she felt sleepy, because Erik remained silent, just drinking from the bottle that was about to end.

Again the manager arrived and asked them. -Is everything all right?

He got the same answer from Erik.

This time it was she who proposed: -We'd better go home.

When Erik left, he let off steam by turning over a table, the doorman stood up and complained to him, he threw a fist, which Erik dodged and responded with a hook, he felt a blow to his head, he turned to look for the person who had hit him and there was the waiter who had started it all. Erik got excited, his Quixotic mind turned the machinery, he visualised himself as a superhero who would punish the disgusting villain, he kicked him, but he received several blows, now he was attacked by the manager and the other waiters. One of them grabbed him by the neck, with the purpose of going inside to give him a beating. Ximena's screams flooded the place, she got over her drunkenness, scratched the back of the one who had grabbed him, and pushed another one, she got between the bar and Erik, pointing to the door, and told him:

Erik run!

Dazed by the blows and a little scared, seeing himself threatened by several, he ran to the street, looked for a stick or a stone, but the streets were clean, an excellent task of the district sweeping team. He was afraid to fight again, he alone could not cope with so many, the only thing he could think of was to call the police, he dialed the emergency number, the operator answered immediately, he looked for the address plates and apparently they had been removed or hidden, the operator appeared and asked him the urgency.

-They want to kill me, in a bar, with my girlfriend.

What is the address? -The operator asked, putting an end to Erik's hope that the GPS position on his mobile phone would be able to reach him.

He decided to go back, he couldn't leave Ximena, so he went back inside, putting his hand in his jacket, pretending he was carrying a gun.

The first thing he saw was that four men were holding her up, each one holding her by a limb, she was kicking, screaming and swearing. Erik, without thinking of the consequences, went in and grabbed a chair with which he hit one of the men holding her feet, and pushed another. Ximena managed to free herself, grabbed a bottle, and then smashed it over his head. Erik grabbed her by the hand, pulled her forward and urged her to run, they dodged, endured and dealt blows, outside they ran around the block until a police motorised patrol car closed in on them.