Chapter 262: Don’t You Forget It!
Over the course of the next two weeks, Alex spent almost every waking hour with Carmen. And like he had planned, after wining, dining, and fucking the mature beauty, she had not only been fully conquered, but had also reached Tier II affection, maxing out her overall affection rating in the process, and become a beauty whose only equals in this world were Alex’s other women who had reached such a state.
And by the time Carmen had fully embraced Alex as her man, she was ready to do exactly as he said, being shipped off back to America with some form of excuse, like being captured by the Zetas in order to get back into the good graces of the DEA.
Once Carmen was safely back north of the border, Alex approached La Madre, who had been keeping tabs on him and Carmen since she first found out that the DEA Agent had attempted to kill the man. But when she saw the man smiling as if he had just conquered the world, she couldn’t help but ask what had made him so happy.
“Someone appears to be in a good mood, what happened, did you kill a puppy or something?”
Alex looked at the woman strangely before shaking his head. By now, he had gotten accustomed to the Drug Queen speaking to him as if he was a completely and totally unhinged psycho, and thus, he ignored her weird comments before explaining just what he had done.
“You know that DEA Agent I have been fucking? Well, she has agreed to spy on her agency for us. From now on we have a high level mole in the DEA. So when the US government finally makes their move, we will know it before they strike…”
In all honesty, La Madre was shocked by this news. She knew Alex had a way with women, hell she had watched the man slowly conquer Isabella and Amahle’s hearts, but now he had even convinced Carmen of all women to spy on her own country for him? That was quite the incredible feat, and thus she could not help but ask what made him so special.
“I have met plenty of playboys in my time, but none who could turn a federal agent against her own country. Just how the hell did you manage that?”
“It’s simple. I’m the world’s greatest lover. No man can compare to my skills when it comes to the bedroom!”
And like Alex had expected, La Madre responded to this comment exactly how he expected her to. Until he could conquer Maria and Nina’s hearts, her affection level was locked. But luckily for him, Alex had taken out his rival in the game early, and because of this, La Madre could not fall for the challenger.
Thus, Alex decided to take his time pursuing Maria next, after all, it would be a while before the ancient idiots in the US Congress could actually agree on a course of action on how to deal with Los Zetas and their newfound stranglehold over Mexico.
La Madre was, of course, curious about just what Alex planned to do now. He had no real reason to stay south of the border. He had more than paid back his debt to the Zetas. But for whatever reason, he was sticking around. And though La Madre had given him the status as her second in command in a drunken state. She never expected the man to take such a role seriously.
Thus, there was a genuine curiosity in her tone when she asked what exactly Alex was still doing in Mexico, especially since an all out war with the US Government was a very real possibility at this point. Something La Madre was already planning for, by getting connections to terrorist organizations across the globe, who could supply them with the weapons they needed to wage an insurgency.
“Alright Alex, I think it’s about time I asked, what the hell are you still doing in my home? Why have you not fled this soon to be war zone already? Do you really want to wage war against your own home country?”
Alex scoffed when he heard this and took a deep sip of his coffee before explaining his exact situation to La Madre.
“First and foremost, let me get this out of the way. Any sense of patriotism I had for the United States died a long time ago. As far as I’m concerned, America is a dying Empire, one that’s just a few decades away from ending up like Yugoslavia or Austro-Hungary. So if it comes down to it, I have no qualms fighting against them.
But that’s not why I’m still here. I still have a few women I’m interested in bringing back with me when I finally cross the border again. And since I have plenty of times before America’s politicians get their shit together and agree how to deal with us, I figured I might as well enjoy it…”
La Madre was not entirely surprised by Alex’s lack of enthusiasm towards his nation of origin. I mean, what kind of nationalist would travel south of their border, to a different nation, filled with a different culture, and a different language, and help their criminal syndicates cause more problems for his home?
But to think that Alex was still south of Mexico for the sake of a few women? Even with a potential war just a week or two away. It was truly something so reckless that La Madre couldn’t break out into a fit of giggles. She laughed for quite some time before sighing heavily, where she revealed her thoughts on Alex and his absurd character.
“You really are the world’s greatest playboy. I don’t know anyone else who would risk their life and freedom the way you are simply for the sake of getting some pussy…”
Alex simply smirked once more in response for this while taking a sip from his coffee, but not before letting loose his thoughts on the matter.
“And don’t you forget it!”