Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 81

-He doesn't know who he's messed with. -The bar manager spoke, swinging a chainsaw.

Detective Das listened to him as he came to his senses, felt a sharp pain in his head that reminded him of how clumsy he had been. He arrived at the bar where he was greeted very well, too well, although he didn't want to take anything he was offered. He was concentrating on the label of an empty bottle, when something hit him, like a club, he managed to place his hands so as not to hit the ground and then apparently another blow knocked him unconscious.

-That's what I say to you. I am a high-ranking officer, your crimes are made worse if you kill me. I propose that you release me and I promise you that I will replace a way that only your bosses will be the ones on trial.

-That's a very dirty strategy, Mr. Das. -One of the policemen appeared, albeit in civilian clothes. -That's complicated, since the boss is none other than this chest.

-There is nothing worse than an officer who denigrates the institution. -Das looked at him with the desire to break him into a thousand pieces.

-I can't contradict him, it's just that I found a way to earn more money, something that will give me a decent living. -The policeman sat down next to him, "with a few luxuries. Speaking of luxury, I've long wanted to meet you, I would have loved to have worked with you. It's a real pity that I met you in these pitiful conditions, on the other hand, when I'm old I can boast of having killed the best detective in the country.

On the other side of the city, Ximena was in a hospital, a doctor had already assessed her, she had some bruises, she was not as serious as Erik, it seemed as if they were repeating the film, again she was in the room waiting for him to come to his senses. Erik's condition was critical, several bruises, broken or dislocated bones, and he was breathing heavily.

-Ximena, please go back to your stretcher, you still need to recover. -Emily caressed his shoulder, her eyes were full of tears.

-I can't, I'm so worried about my friend. It's my fault that he's on this stretcher on the verge of death. -Ximena cried for the umpteenth time, her tears seemed to be made of sand.

-Sister, it's not your fault, things happen, it's the fault of those policemen and the delinquents in the bar. -Emily tried to comfort her.

-No, Emily, it's my fault, I got flirtatious with that waiter, that's why it all started. I felt important, because of two men who were courting me, I liked that they were fighting over me, I also wanted Erik to be jealous of me. I didn't imagine that everything would get out of control. -Ximena couldn't speak, her voice was cut off by tears.

-That was drunk stuff, it's just that alcohol does its duty, my mum used to say it's the devil's sweat. -Emily kept hugging her.

-Miss, please, I need you to leave the room. I'm going to apply some medicine to them. -A doctor arrived with two syringes of black liquid.

-Doctor, I wasn't informed that they were short of medicine. -Emily was aware of the treatment, and because of her illness she had been in several hospitals.

-I am the doctor, you are not the one to question the procedures, please cooperate with me or I will call security. -The doctor looked annoyed as he readied the syringes.

-No doctor, you're wrong, besides I haven't seen you in this hospital and it's not even shift change yet. -Emily was frightened, she felt that something bad was happening.

-Miss, in that case, come with us, don't worry, I can also give you one of these doses, it's obvious that you know something about medicine, surely you don't recognise this substance called cyanide. -The fake doctor grabbed Emily's arm with one hand and with the other he threw a syringe at her.

Meanwhile, in the bar, time seemed to stand still, Detective Das watched as the policeman stroked the trigger of the gun he was pointing at him.

-Wait policeman, I can be useful to you. -Das tried to think of something to defend himself.

-I can't think of a way? -The policeman was about to shoot, the only thing that stopped him was that he was thinking about how to get rid of the body and that of his subordinates, it would be a very strenuous task.

-It's simple, I can affirm your version, besides I have a friend who owns several bars, I can recommend him to sell you the illegal liquor that you manufacture. -The detective had discovered that all the liquor labels were fake.

-You really are the great detective Das. Could be, would you like to work for us? -The policeman was also testing him.

-The problem is that I charge a lot.

-That's not a difficulty, we earn a lot from this business, it's liquid gold. We produce tons of it. Thanks to that I have several of my superiors on my payroll. - The policeman lowered his gun.

-Sir, to be frank, I wanted to retire, it is very depressing that sometimes it takes months to catch a criminal, for a judge to let him go free, it is humiliating that some criminals are untouchable because of their position. I understand the reason why you set up this business, it's to get out of poverty, because you can't get justice. -Das rocked like a rocking chair, stretched out his feet like a spring, jumped to his feet, hit the policeman in the middle of the eyes with his forehead, then rammed him with his shoulders and hit him with his bound hands. He kicked the supposed owner of the bar and closed the door of the bathroom where he was, locking himself in. With a corner he began to grind the ropes that bound him, but the edge was not sharp, with one foot he knocked over the sink, which almost crushed his foot when it fell, but there were some pieces left with which he was able to break the rope, he armed himself with several of them.

This was similar to Emily's experience, who a second after her attacker tried to bury the needle of the cyanide cannula, she managed to grab his hand. Ximena, still weak from the blows and the drugs she had been given, hit him with a fanny pack. But it didn't hurt him. He tried to scream and fear choked his voice. The only thing that occurred to her was to grab Erik's serum hose and wrap it around the attacker's neck, trying to suffocate him, but he released Emily to save himself. The younger sister did not let go of the syringe, bit down on it, until she released the substance, spilling it on the floor. The fake doctor elbowed Ximena to free himself, then slapped Emily's face, ready for the other injection. He wouldn't leave without achieving his goal.

Das thought the same thing, he had to replace proof of Ximena's innocence. It was not only because he liked her, but because he was friends with her real father, he had to protect her, but first he had to free himself, he carefully opened the door and the sound of a gunshot caused him to close it immediately, accompanied by orders:

-Das come out, or we break down the door. -The policeman warned him.

He searched, he didn't have his things, his documents, his gun and his mobile phone. He looked for something useful, found the bottle of bleach and soap, removed the light bulb to throw water on it, caused a short circuit that caused the cue to jump. He ripped off the mirror and stormed out, squirting bleach in the face of the manager, who was trying to open the door. He threw the mirror to baffle the other attackers, who were fooled by the glare it reflected and shot him, revealing the location. Das lunged at the nearest one, burying a piece of porcelain from the sink in his neck, and with his great skill took the weapon from him. He tried to remember the position of the other shooter, but a sound like a paperclip broke his concentration, and he felt an icy circle pressing against the back of his neck.

The policeman was behind him, pressing the gun to the back of his neck, to show him that he would not get out of it, Das dropped the gun, raised his weapons, uttered one last plea, -please don't kill me, for the life of you.

In one swift and precise movement, Das turned his neck, pulling the barrel away from the back of his neck, as the policeman pulled the gun, reaching up to burn his neck. He turned his hand to grab the pistol, immobilising the trigger, with the other hand forming a cat's claw he hit him at the base of the nose, and proceeded to headbutt him in the eyebrow, bursting it, without giving him a moment to react. He tried to wrestle the weapon from her, but only succeeded in getting her to drop it on the ground.

The light was restored, both were staring at each other, they were in the same condition, wounded and unarmed, relying on the only weapon, that of their military training.

On the other hand, neither Emily nor her sister had any training, only Ximena had attended a few jiujitsu classes, but she felt very weak, until she observed how the animal slapped her little sister and tried to hit her with the deadly substance. It seemed to her that she was transformed into a huge volcano erupting, she threw herself on the subject, tried to suffocate him, applying a clamp key on his neck, the man felt choking and let go of the syringe and grabbed her hands to free himself. Emily reacted and, like a cat, she gave him a stab in the face, grabbed him by the hair and pulled out a good part of it. He kicked Emily in the stomach and threw her into Erik's stretcher, knocking her out of breath. And he went back against a wall, turning Ximena into the filling of a painful sandwich. He tried several times, until Ximena couldn't take it any more, and it was her turn to let go, and with a leap she freed herself, also facing him, both of them with bare hands.