My minions remained still and didn’t utter a word. They obeyed my original command and watched from their respective corners. They both had smiles on their faces, enjoying the altercation. Jealousy’s shoulders repeatedly bounced from his laughter.
I saw Dianna lower her Glock. She returned my previous wink with one of her own. Maybe we were related after all. She definitely had my family’s spunk and could drink like a madman. I could see many drinks in our future. Ours was a friendship brought together by loss and forged in battle.
“What do we have here? You brought us a gringa snack.” A different banger approached me and attempted to grope my breasts. I stepped back slightly, and he ended up grazing my side.
“Oh, I am no snack. I’m the whole damn meal.”
“Oh, are you gringa? I’ll take a plate of that.”
I close my eyes and center myself. My breath steadies and I go to that place where only killers can go. The place where you are turned to ice and stop caring about preserving human life.
“Oh yeah? What’s your type? You don’t like bad boys?”
I let out a laugh before replying. It looked like I was going to have to hurt his feelings. Too bad for him, I had run out of fucks to give for the night.
“No, I much prefer bad girls. You don’t interest me. Now get in here. You are bleeding all over my doorstep.“
I sidestep and even kick him in the ass as he rushes by. “I can do this all day. Are you going to keep running by, or hit me? This isn’t tag. Of course, to play you would have to touch me first.”
