Semua Bab REVENGE AND LOVE AGAINT MY MAFIA HUSBAND: Bab 71 - Bab 80

“Was it just a nightmare?” Ximena asked when she woke up and found a thousand mute faces. “Where am I?”“Daughter, we are in the church; please try to calm down. I know it is very difficult to understand all these revelations.” Her mother answered her, blowing air with a piece of paper, while the others helped her sit up.“Ximena, please listen to me; I swear I didn't know about your parents.” Angelo was trembling in despair; he kneeled down to cry but was pushed away by Emily.One of his bodyguards approached him and murmured, “Boss, the police are here; apparently someone called her; let's get out of this place; if you stay here, they will catch you in jail or maybe even make you disappear.”Angelo pushed him, snorting, “You don't send me. I can't leave without my wife forgiving me.”Ximena threw one of her heels at him, although her words hurt him worse: “Get out; I don't want to see you anymore. Forget about me and my children. We want nothing to do with murderers.”The bodyguard

Ximena lifted her hips to land on her high back, and as she had learned in a jiujitsu class, with her hands she squeezed those of her attacker, 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 and red lips. With a mole above her upper lip, some wrinkles were revealed despite the Botox tightening her skin. Likewise, he stood up without letting go of her hands and opened them to return her offense with a powerful headbutt. Which, when it hit the lady, caused the poor woman to collapse, lying on the floor and rubbing her forehead. Ximena did not hear what Diego was shouting; she only felt her hair being pulled again. This time she did not try to grab those hands; what she did was turn around and throw a left hook, calculating the 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 t

Ximena could not move; she felt like she was drowning. For a moment, she had faith that Angelo would appear out of nowhere to hit this guy, but that was unlikely because they were no longer anything. These mixed emotions triggered the tears to overflow. Erik saw or felt them and got up, grabbing his head with both hands, and walked around several times as if he were a model on a catwalk, only to end up kneeling in front of her and beg her:"I apologize, Ximena; I misinterpreted everything and became carried away by desire." I thought you were playing hard to get; there are women who do that. Besides, you started it. I was already falling asleep when I felt her restless hands.”Ximena sat on the bed, covering herself with the sheets. She wiped her tears with her hands and tried to look at him to answer him, but her sight was blurred by crying. She only told him this:“You are right, although that does not excuse your crazy behavior. Although the truth is that I did want to, in part, I

A few nights later, Ximena accepted Erik's invitation to go dancing. After a thousand phone calls to beg him and several pushes 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 the stingy or to avoid giving importance, which leaves open the possibility that it deviates from the road or that it does not arrive. The wait seemed eternal, so he had better go out to look for her, although the possibility that they would cross stopped him. He almost got into a cab; if she arrived and did not find him, he would be upset. He felt his shoes loose; he looked down to check them, and while detailing them, he remembered that he had chosen shoes without laces. When he looked up, it seemed like he had bumped into an angel. Ximena walked in. undecided, feeling strange, struggling in her head—it was as if she ha

Ximena wiped her tears. She remembered that she had been through worse situations; she could not allow this one to dominate her. She took a breath and called the guard.“I need to call my lawyer.”The guard, a fat policeman with a smile that only showed his lower teeth, simulating a laugh, replied, “Miss, this is not a hotel. They will let you call when you are incarcerated in the women's prison.”“You can't do this to me; I know my rights!” Ximena protested by grabbing the bars. But she was stopped by the guard, who hit her with the baton, crushing her fingers.Her partner pulled her in, hugging her to keep her from losing her mind. She spat at the policeman while whispering, “You are pig garbage!”“Damn you, you dykes, you filthy. Don't worry, that doesn't fit that size; now I won't even give you a glass of water.” The guard walked away, cleaning himself in disgust.“Quiet girl, it is obvious that you are of high class. You shouldn't be here; besides, you are very beautiful, and you