This is my first story that I write in English and for this I'm sorry if there are some errors.
I hope that you can appreciate my story.
Good reading!
"JUST A LOOK HAS BEEN ENOUGH FOR MAKE THEM IN LOVE "
July 18, 1990 Jay Cochran arrived in Mexico after a tiring journey of 9 hours and 35 minutes. Puerte Vallarta had a different look from what he had imagined.
A small town where very poor people despite the misery was willing to help others.
He immersed himself in the market crowd, a riot of colors and scents intoxicated his mind. Old Spanish accent ladies showed crafts and fabrics, banquets full of spices and men sang popular tunes cheerfully did intrigue Jay. Next to him he was watching his faithful dog Rocky a labrador golden-haired.
It was almost noon and the stomach was starting to grumble.
"Could I have one of those" pointed to a quesadillas, tortillas two overlapping with the inside cheese. Don't speak Spanish so the only way to make themselves understood were the gestures. He felt terribly stupid.
He was tired and wanted to rest, but first had to look for a car to be able to reach the Tibey estate, his old friend. He had come to Mexico for a vacation, didn't know what would remain. After the dismissal of the Aviation needed to take some time to do what he wanted.
It further into in an alley with an almost eerie. Rocky barked and began to chase a cat. "Rock turn back here!" whistled, the dog obeyed the order and came back to his side.
He saw a boy sitting on the ground, apparently failed to give him an age, perhaps he was 20 years or less. Dressed in rags and with emaciated face was asking for charity.
Jay pulled out of pocket $ 50 and handed them over with kindness.
"Hey, Could you tell me where I find a car?" He asked, leaning looking into his eyes. He gestured to be better understood.
The boy grabbed the money and got up from the ground "Gracias Señor, ven conmigo". Jay followed.
The scorching heat splashed its front with small beads of sweat, raised his arm and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt leaving a wet patch on the celestial cloth.
They entered a garage quite drafty. The boy reached the owner. After 10 minutes he returned "This is the only available. They are $ 500, "he said, handing the keys to the man.
"Let's see how the car and then we think about the price." Jay was suspicious.
"Follow me".
"An old Jeep Renegade of 60. Damn, I just hope that does not leave me in the street."
"Where are you from friend? "
"Los Angeles"
"Ah .. now I understand. You are very rich. "
Jay laughed. "Keep $ 700. 200 keep them for you," he handed the money in the hands of the boy and said," Can you tell me where I can find the Tibouron Mendez held? "
"Then you must be damn rich or a criminal to be a friend of Mendez!"
Jay frowned. I don't understand. "No, I have worked hard over the years and I have been saving for enjoying my life now. What do you mean criminal? ".
"You are friend of Mendez you should know. He here is the "Padron" or what you call the Boss. He commands the city" the boy said no more. Jay was incredulous to hear those words. He had not seen Tibey he never imagined he would become a criminal of the Mexican crime. He was a kid when knew the man. He was the best friend of his father, was almost a second father figure.
Jay got into the car along with Rocky. The boy showed him the map and pointed to the exact spot where the house stood Mendez.
"Thanks for your help ... What is your name?" He asked.
"Anthony Morales Señor".
Jay triggered the gear and set in motion the machine. He waved and turned onto the main road by raising a trail of dust.
He traveled in a southerly direction. He turned on the radio and began to sang. The scorching heat was burning on the skin, he needed to cool off and decided to take a bath in the ocean. Rocky followed his owner.
He stopped the car on the roadside took off his shirt, flung' on the rear seat. He ran to dive into the water. It was so pleasant.
A few moments later came out and sat on the golden sand. He watched the horizon. His mind was free from all worries.
He stroked the Rocky golden mantle. Suddenly from afar he saw a woman riding his white horse. He was fascinated. She was really beautiful; He photographed it in his mind. A woman so beautiful she had never noticed. Her long brown hair caressed by ocean breezes showed their brilliance.
Slowly he saw her approaching, with thoughtful expression on the elegant and graceful face, walked absorbed by whatever other things.
"Good afternoon," said Jay, looking intently into those dark eyes.
"Good afternoon to you" timidly replied the woman returning the same look.
She turned back. Wondering who this man was. She smiled and went on her way.
Manor Mendez was located 10 km from Puerte Vallarta. Jay oriented with the road map could reach it. A huge expanse surrounded the Manor.
Tibey must have done a roaring trade to afford a life well-off, he thought to himself.
He stopped at the entrance of the garden. He was welcomed by two large men that watching him suspiciously. He introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Jay Cochran. Tibey waiting for me. "
they let him in. From a distance he saw Tibey sitting at a table holding a glass of scotch.
He approached "Doesn't it seem a bit 'early to drink?". The man turned around and surprised hug Jay "Hey! Finally. I was afraid not to come over, "he said happy to see him.
"I lost a lot of time to hire that car". Tibey laughed.
"One of my men could pick you up. It was enough a phone call "
"No thanks. I can do it alone ".
Tibey shrugged and took another sip.
The man called the waitress who brought the bags in the guest room.
"I see you have settled well," said the friend's peering eyes.
"In your country I could be one of many who have made a fortune, but here in Mexico I am someone people respect me. Here I have power! "She said firmly.
"I believe not cut out for this kind of life."
"You're just like your father, you do not know how to seize the opportunities. If you have power you can have whatever you want. See that woman? "Tibey pointed with his finger.
Jay looked up and immediately recognized the elegant face of the woman who rode on the beach. Tibey continued, "In a few week she will become my wife."
Jay was incredulous hearing those words. How could such a beautiful woman to be interested and even in love with a man who could be her father.
He remained speechless.
The woman with graceful step reached the two men. Tibey grabbed her hand, "Come Darling I introduce you Jay Cochran".
"I've heard a lot about you. Pleasure I'm Miryea "grinned.
She squeezed her hand and smiled.
"I hope I've heard nothing but the best of me," he laughed.
"Don't worry, you know you're like a son for me Jay." He gave him a pat on the shoulder and continued, "I'm sorry now I have to make a phone call."
Tibey went to his office accompanied by two men looking not very reassuring. For years he had become a powerful businessman not exactly legal. It ran the narcos market area. He had never killed anyone with his own hands, but he had ordered many times.
Miryea and Jay were sitting outside in the garden. The temperature was still high, but the arrival of the evening was to give respite from the scorching heat.
Jay poured into his glass a bit 'of iced tea. Miryea was watching him. In her mind many questions crop up, but was too shy to say out loud.
She took courage. "It's your first time in Mexico?" She asked curiously settling a strand of hair behind her ear.
"No few years ago I was in Acapulco. I still remember its beautiful beaches. It is always fascinating to travel and discover new cities and traditions. I've been a pilot for many years and I'm aware of the luck I've had. I shot almost all the World. " Jay noticed in the Miryea sad look.
"I can imagine. I've never been outside Puerte Vallarta but I always dreamed one day to cancel my life and start over. Escape from this place, "said a hint of a slight smile. She took a sip of iced tea.
"Maybe now that she will marry Tibey his life might take the road that you want."
Miryea sighed heavily "This is a less intrusive way to find out why a woman like me can marry a man like Tibey?" She grew nervous.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Jay took the last sip of tea and stood up, the woman grabbed his arm and said sorry "Wait! Excuse me, I do not know what came over me. He wants to know the truth? "Miryea felt she could trust him, maybe it was that look to give her security, or maybe it was because he had never met anyone like him kindly.
Jay nodded. "My marriage was combined, so understand my state of mind at the moment just feel utter the word wedding."
Jay shook his head trying to figure out. The woman continued, "Around here you use it. My father had a business Puerte Vallarta, ran a restaurant with my mother. Tibey and his collabkrators were frequent visitors and one day I'm seeing serve tables called my father and told him that I was too pretty to work in a place like that. He churches my hand. My father refused without thinking. He had worked hard to afford to study, but a few days later Tibey sent one of his men and threatened my family, so ... I think that you can imagine the rest of the story ".
Jay took the glass in his hand and placed it with a shot of anger on the coffee table.
Miryea made a start alighting hand on her chest in fright.
"Son of a bitch!" By the reaction Miryea realized that Jay was a man unlike any of Tibey friends.
"Jay I want give an advice to you. I know that you know Tibey for many years, but he is no longer the same man. Be careful! He can be very cruel. "
