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“BAHhahahahaha!” her bestie laughed, the sound both obnoxious and contagious. The wobbly bun she had wrangled on the top of her head threatened to bust free as she doubled over laughing at her own joke. “I’m so funny.”
“You’re an idiot,” Elena told her with a smile and shake of her head.
“Nah. What I really am is jealous,” Marisol admitted with a big smile. She moved close and gave Elena’s shoulder a little squeeze. “And, I’m also really happy for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Seriously though…” Her friend gave her a look. “You found not one butthreehot, single, gainfully employed men that are not only able to pass a background check but can also bang you like a screen door for forty-eight hours straight…”
“It wasnmphhh—” Marisol’s finger smooshed Elena’s lips.
“Shoosh,” her friend ordered. “I’m just saying, don’t fuck this up.”
“Thanks for the pep talk—” Elena stopped at the sound of the bell signaling someone coming in. She stayed sitting as Marisol turned to the counter to greet whoever had walked in.
“Welcome to Medina’s!”
“Hello.”
Elena stood to leave. She had enough time for a quick scan of the kitchen before she had to hightail it out of here. She’d already filled her friend in on more than she should have, and it was way past time to get moving.
“Oh,” the customer stalled halfway between the door and the counter. “She’s here.”
“Who’s here?” Marisol asked before glancing back at Elena where she’d stopped just a foot from the kitchen door. She pointed at her, obviously confused. “Elena?”
“Yeah,” the man frowned. “She work here?”
“Not tonight,” Marisol answered, giving him a strange look. “Can I help you, sir?”
He glared at her before turning his attention once again to Elena.
She took a physical step back at the hatred burning in his eyes. It was unsettling. She had no idea who this old dude was, but he was scary. It was customers like this that reminded her why they had a baseball bat for security beside the register.
“I don’t need nothing,” he spat out, projecting enough anger to make her stomach turn. He stepped forward, his fists clenched. “You—”
“Get the fuck out,” Marisol interrupted him before he could finish. “You’re done here.”
Elena looked over, both relieved and a little worried to see her childhood friend wielding their ‘security system.’ If the man knew what was good for him, he’d back away real quick. Marisol was the Medina’s designated hitter at family baseball games for a reason. She wasn’t much over five feet but when she swung, she swung hard. One kapow from her and his head would be out of the park.
“I’d listen to her if I were you,” Elena warned, hoping he’d use the two brain cells he had in his head and skeedat. “She doesn’t miss.”
“Bah,” the guy laughed, stupidly taking another step towards his imminent doom.
“Give me a reason, motherfucker,” Marisol growled at him. She twirled the bat in her hands, the words BIG BADA BOOM spinning where it was carved into the wood. “I could use a little practice before the family reunion.”
The man shook his head at Marisol, not backing down.
“THAT,” he pointed at Elena, practically frothing at the mouth and obviously ready to continue whatever it was he’d started earlier.
“RICKY!!” Elena yelled, as his sister prepared to swing. The last thing they needed was a dead body in the lobby. They didn’t have nearly enoughFabulosoto clean that up.
In the blink of an eye, Marisol’s big brother was through the kitchen door and at the counter spinning his knife. She had no idea how he’d managed to move that quickly, practically appearing out of nowhere like some sort of goddamn Mexican genie.
“We got a problem?” he asked with an anticipatory grin on his face.
The customer took a step back.
“Need help, sis?” Ricky nodded at the bat Marisol was handling. “Or you got it?”
