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We’ve been mutually benefitting each other, the people of Colombia and I. Right now, I need to leave the fight for the sake of my family, and they need to keep fighting for the sake of theirs. I’ve already called up my friends in Paris and Dublin and had shipments of weapons delivered into the hands of those who need it, and there’s more on the way.
The revolution is being fought with my resources, and we have a chance to win b
ecause of it. No guilt tripping by Catalina is going to make me think any differently, because in the end, I know what I’m doing.
“Whatever,” Catalina mumbles, just as Oscar’s big eyes flutter open.
“Mama,” he smiles, tugging at her long messy hair.
Cat gives him a kiss on the forehead and I let the matter drop for a moment to go over and grab his chubby little hand.
“Good morning, buddy.”
“Dada, boo-boo,” Oscar demands, reaching out for me to hold him. Cat lets me take my boy and I wrap him up in my arms.
“Looks like I’m still just a butler, huh?” I tease.
“I’ll fetch the formula from downstairs,” Cat yawns. She’s only wearing a long t-shirt, and when she turns to leave, the bottom flutters up just enough to give me a tempting view of her tight little ass.
I bite my lip with desire, before the door slams shut and fatherhood finds me alone with my son. He nuzzles his head into my chest and I let Cat’s body fade from my head.
When was the last time we even fucked? When was the last time I even thought about it?
I’ve been so pre-occupied with everything that the one thing that initially drew me to Cat has been lost in the background.
Sure, we slept together last night, but we barely touched. All that mattered was Oscar’s comfort. I don’t regret it, but a man has needs...
It probably doesn’t help that she’s mad at me. Cat doesn’t agree with my approach to dealing with Oscar’s safety and I get that, but it’s not going to change my mind. I know what’s best for us, and it comes from knowledge I’ve gained over years of experience. Danger may never stop being dangerous, but I’m certainly more used to dealing with it than most, and that includes Cat.
“Dada, boo-boo,” Oscar mumbles into my chest.
“It’s on its way,” I assure him.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of my phone buzzing alive interrupts the silence that surrounds us. For some strange reason, my initial reaction is to ignore it.
That’s an odd response... Usually, any news, business or otherwise, has me chomping at the bit, but with Oscar in my arms, everything else suddenly feels like more of a burden than a necessity. Right now, I’m spending time with my son, and the rest of the world can go to hell while I am.
Still, only one person has this number, and I haven’t heard from him in far too long already. The rational side of my mind slowly gains its strength back and forces me to pick up the ringing cell phone from the bedside table.
I keep Oscar in my arms while I answer the call.
“Where the hell are you!?” Those are the first words out of Juan’s mouth.
It suddenly hits me that he doesn’t know we’ve left the bunker. Does he know about Lady?
“We’re safe,” I assure him. There’s more panic in Juan’s voice than I can ever remember him having, but I stay calm, even if only for Oscar’s sake. “What’s happening?”
That seems to confound my old advisor. “What’s happening!? Where are you guys!? Is there something happening that I don’t know about?”
“Obviously,” I growl, suddenly upset at Juan’s ignorance. He should have known about Lady, then maybe we wouldn’t have wasted so much time with our attempted ambush.
I can hear Juan sigh on the other end of the line. “Sorry, sorry,” he pauses for a second to gather himself before continuing. “You said you were safe. That’s good. It’s just that... well, things are just getting more and more hectic by the hour out here. Dante is on a tear. I don’t know if Enzo Barella is losing control of him or what, but nothing he’s doing seems planned out... and that makes it hard for me to keep up.”
“Where are you now?” I ask.
“At the bunker. No one’s here, not Lady, not Cat or Oscar, definitely not you. It looks like you guys scurried out of here in a hurry, what happened? I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to get a hold of you...”
He really doesn’t know... “Did you not hear about how the ambush went?”