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“Wait!” I hissed, grabbing the man’s arm. “We have to go out the back.”
The man looked around the room, and I knew the moment he saw the man that had been watching me. “I’ve got this, darlin’.” He reached for his gun, but instead of using it, he handed it to me. “Do you know how to use this?”
I nodded, carefully taking it from him. I hadn’t held a gun in a good six months, not since I came to Mexico.
“Shoot anyone that comes at you.”
“What about you?” I asked desperately. If something happened to him, what was I to do?
He smirked at me like he could do this with one hand tied behind his back. “Don’t worry about me. I’m very hard to kill.”
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him. For just a moment, our lips were just a scant inch apart. Then he crushed his lips to mine in a kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes. But just as quickly, it was all over and he was gone.
Dazedly, I pressed my fingers to my lips. A small smile broke out over my face until I heard the first punch being thrown. The cigar man punched the man in the throat, grabbed him by the neck, and tossed him out the window.
It was the wrong move. In just seconds, the bar was crowded with all the wrong kinds of men. The patrons scattered, knowing this was not a fight they wanted to be involved in.
He told me to save the gun for myself, but with so many men rushing him all at once, I knew there was no time to delay. I took my stance and aimed at the man closest to my rescuer, firing a single bullet. It struck him in the neck and he immediately went down.
Cigar man spun and slammed his fist into a man approaching him from behind. I methodically went around the room, taking out anyone close to my savior. But all too soon, I ran out of bullets and was left with nothing but an empty gun clicking as a monster approached.
I stumbled back, trying to come up with a way to defend myself, scrambling to find something on the bar that would be useful. And that’s when my hand felt the hard screw of the wine opener. Gripping it between two fingers, I waited for him to get closer. He grabbed me around the throat, dragging me closer to him.
“Puta, I knew it was you.”
“Yeah? Do you know how you can tell I’m his daughter?”
“You look just like him.”
“I kill just like him, too,” I said, slamming the corkscrew into his eyeball. He screamed, but he wasn’t dead yet. I twisted it like I was opening a bottle of wine until I heard a pop and yanked his eyeball from the socket. He dropped to the ground, bleeding all over the floor.
I lied when I said I killed just like my father. That was my first kill ever, and it scared me how much I enjoyed it. Not that I wanted to go around killing people, but the fact that I could defend myself was a thrill I never knew I needed.
A renewed rush of energy shot through me as I charged toward the next man, letting out an animalistic shout as I attacked with only my corkscrew. I was so focused on killing these men who were so much like my father that I didn’t notice anyone else in the room.
That is, until I looked up and saw my mystery man in a sort of duel with another man, using only an umbrella as a weapon. I watched in fascination as the man lunged at his attacker, stabbing the man first in the stomach, then in the neck, and finally in the eye. I relished the fact that we were so much alike.
When the final man collapsed, it was only me and my cigar-smoking man left standing. I rushed over to him, still holding the corkscrew in my hand. I was covered in blood, but I couldn’t deny it felt amazing.
“Where’s the gun?”
“I used all the bullets.”
Breathing heavily, he looked around the room and nodded. “Well done. I think you got more than me.”
“Well, I had a little help,” I grinned, holding up the corkscrew.
“Nice. I like the way you think.”
“Well, you know, when you’re in a bar…”
He grabbed my hand and started for the door. “We should leave before more of them show up.”
“Then I guess I’d better hang onto this,” I said, holding up my weapon.
“And I’ll hang onto this.” With his umbrella in hand, he guided me toward the door.
“Where did you get it?”
