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“Dad! Help!” Ciara shouts.
A mixed-race man of medium height with a stocky body runs towards us.
Fucking hell! He has a machete in his hand, ready to take me down.
“What’s going on?” Sofia’s dad’s dark brown eyes are wide with surprise as they bounce from mine to his daughter’s backside. “Who the fuck are you?” He steps forward and jabs the knife in my direction. The aura of violence that swirls around him is unmistaken, even without the weapon in his hand.
I don’t want to hurt him, but if he lunges at me, I’m gonna go Krav Maga on his ass, and he’ll end up flat on his back on the floor, next to his daughter.
A short woman, with dark brown hair, laced with gray streaks pulled back, follows behind him. She’s holding a baseball bat.
Sofia is in tow, holding a wood beam in both hands.
It’s like stepping into the line of fire.
“What are you doing here?” Sofia asks me.
“I have something important to tell you.”
Her head jerks back, brow furrowed. “Okay, but why do you have my sister flung over your shoulder?”
“She was standing in my way.”
“Put her down!” she says.
I set Ciara to her feet on the wooden floor.
Huffing, she adjusts her blouse and pants. “How dare you manhandle me?” She shoots daggers at me. “I used to like you, Bryce—”
“Bryce?!” the woman says.
Talk about making a great first impression.
“¿Es el michetón?” the man asks.
What does michetón mean?
I extend a hand, taking a step towards Sofia’s father. “Mr. Herrera this isn’t how I expected our first meeting to unfold.”
He shoots me a contemptuous look, ignoring my hand. “That’s not a problem because neither Julia or I are interested in meeting you,” Mr. Herrera says. “You can turn around and walk out the door.”
“Dad!” Sofia shouts. “He’s welcomed here.”
“I’m siding with Dad,” Ciara says. “Bryce doesn’t belong here.”
“I want him here!” Sofia protests.
“I pay the mortgage on this house! And I don’t want him here!” Ciara says.
Sofia’s head jerks back. “You’re going to hold that over my head?”
“He’s your John.” Ciara says.
“I’m her boyfriend,” I correct.
Ciara digs her heels. “Her boyfriend who started out as her John!” She moves her attention to Sofia. “You should’ve come to me for money instead of—”
“Thank you, Miss I-Got-My-Shit-Together All. The. Freaking. Time!”
