The Journey to Freedom: Path to WW3

Chapter XI

Instead of a man of peace and love,

I have become a man of violence and revenge. Hiawatha

We walk to the motorcycles and I stop.

"What's wrong Nicholas?" My brother asks me.

"Nothing, I just don't feel like riding anymore. I just feel like walking to the ranch from here on out. Besides it's only a quarter of a mile from here." I reply to Josh.

"You guys go on ahead, we're going to walk from here and make sure to get everything ready for Nicholas to be checked out by the doctor. Don't tell anybody but the doctors that he is on his way, we don't want the girls getting mad or in a panic in wondering why he didn't go with you guys." My brother orders his guys.

The guys ride off with a cloud of dust behind them while we walk to ranch. As we walk my brother starts talking but I fall into a memory relapse.

My cousin Daniel starts talking about going to Mexico and shooting out with the cops and a whole lot of other jibber jabber.

I cut Daniel off and say "Cuz stop! Listen to me; if we are going up against these guys then we have to think strategy. This is not the 'hood' where we can just do a drive by and expect to get away and everyone covers for us. Smart thinking is the only thing that will bring us out alive from this fiasco. Think about it, if something happens to you then your wife will kill me because you weren't there when your daughter is being born.  First of all we need to get my daughter's out of here because if they find out that they are still in the area then they will be in danger and we both know that. Next, we have to see how this captain of the Mexican police works and where he lives. We have to get people that are willing to go against him and these cartels." My cousin looks at me and nods in agreement.

That very same day I call my aunt and tell her that I'm taking the girls to Dallas, TX.

"Se las voy a llevar con mi ama para que se queden con ella unos días." I tell my aunt.

She replies "Nicholas no tienes que manejar hasta allá si te vas a quedar aquí unos días. Yo las puedo cuidar. O que? No confía en mi, sobrino?"

I look at her with a confused look and say "No es eso tía sandra. Nomás prefiero que se queden con mi ama dónde van a estar a salvo."

She looks at me and says "Ay mijo. Si tú abuelita aún estuviera viva, ella estuviera muy triste contigo. La venganza no es la respuesta. La venganza quema tu alma con más odio. Una vez fuiste ministró. Haz leído la biblia como una docena de veces. La palabra de Dios dice la venganza es mía.

I look down and see the tears fall on the floor and my aunt puts her hand on my chin and lifts my head up and I look at her with cold eyes and reply "Dios se tarda mucho para vengarse por mi. Si el está ocupado para mí entonces le mandaré las almas perdidas para que las juzgue."

My aunt looks at me and sighs and asks me if there's anything that anybody can do to change my mind and I just look at her and tell her that I'm taking the girls to Dallas. I drove to Dallas in about eight hours and got the same speech from my mother as I did with my aunt. Except this time I got the whole entire speech and look. That didn't stop me from doing what I was going to do to make sure that these bastards never get close to my family or anyone that can't defend themselves ever again. I tell my mother to take care of my daughters because if anything ever happens to me, then she will be in charge of them.

"Don't worry mom, if I die for whatever reason my life insurance and my will, will cover you, my kids, my sisters and everyone else that will be here to take care of the girls for the rest of your lives." I tell her and she replies with her own response.

"Nicholas no necesito tu dinero. Las niñas necesitan su padre vivo. No hagas ésto. Tu abuelita jamás soportaría lo que vas hacer. Ella estuviera triste y enojada por lo que vas hacer."

I look at her and just tell her to take care of my girls and walk out of the house and my daughters cry out to me.

"Papi, ve y cuida a mi mami."

My mom looks at me and asks "Mijo, que le pasó a Zaelia? Esta bien?"

I look at her and tell her in the language that my grandmother taught her children and her grandchildren in order for other people to not understand their conversations just so my daughters do not know about their mother's death, and then tell her in plain English.

"Now you understand why I have to do this, not for them, but for her and to make sure that Piedras is safe for Genesis too."

I walk and get into my car and my phone rings.

I answer the phone and turns out that apparently everyone knows what happened to Zaelia. My family calls and gives me their sympathy. I don't need sympathy right now, I need help.

That's when I decide to call in a favor. I make a few phone calls, and I get a few friends to help me out with these bastards. Four friends from the military, two friends from Eagle Pass, my cousin and me included, these guys won't know what hit them when we show up.