Juan cracked his knuckles, knowing exactly what was going on. “I don"t think so. I have a better idea, though.”
“And what"s that?”
“How "bout you stop bull-shitting me?”
“What do you mean?” she said, getting up and gliding toward him.
He set the bottle down, stood, and grabbed her. Holding her firmly, he looked into her eyes. “I think you have friends hiding somewhere, no?”
“I don"t know what you are talking about. Stop! You"re hurting me.”
“Oh, you know what I"m talking about. We"re going to stand right here and you"re gonna play your little part.” He gripped her face fiercely with his hand and kissed her hard and long. If she had friends out there, they"d be coming for her soon. He pricked his ears as she tried to push him away. A moment later, a soft baritone voice came calling do
