Page 32 of Girls Night
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After hanging up with Papa for about the hundredth time on my day out, I find myself in downtown Culiacán. I know that somewhere around here is the place that I’m looking for.
Once resided in Navolato, pushed out by Papa’s men, and set up in a new town hoping for more clients and possibly no new cartel bosses to drive them out of town.
It’ll be easier for me when I find it, anyway. No one inside will dare tell my father that they saw me because he wouldn’t believe them regardless.
And anyone who lies to El Señor usually ends up with their tongues cut out of their mouths.
One of my favorite things to do, I think as I keep my eyes on the numerous door signs I walk by.
As I get to the next crosswalk, I put my hands in my pockets and wait patiently for the light to change when I glance toward the left.
Down the street, three buildings in, I finally see the sign I was looking for.
Chapter Ten
I sit on a stool near the bar.
While the choices in a place like this are endless, I like to spend time having a drink or two and watching for any new merchandise I may have not seen. Because that’s what they are; stock ready to be used for a fair price and then put back on their proverbial shelves until the next person comes along.
When I first started coming here, I was worried that someone would recognize me and turn me into Papa. He doesn’t know this side of me because I’m afraid that he'll disown me if he finds out. His daughters are his pride, and we should be able to carry on his name, but no matter how hard I’ve tried, I could never find satisfaction in having a man inside of me. I’m not opposed to it; I’m just not overly fond of it.
Besides, Tati’s had more cocks inside of her than there are stars in a moonlit sky, so I’m sure she’d have no problem in giving him a grandchild. She hides that from him like she hides my aversion to the opposite sex, and we keep each other’s secrets like good sisters tend to do.
“Buenos dias,” a voice says cheerfully next to me. I cringe at the broken Spanish, which he must think is so fucking charming, before I arch an eyebrow.
With a sigh, I take my beer bottle from the bartender, then swivel in my stool to see who’s attempting to waste my fucking time.
“Can I help you?” I ask the young man gruffly. As I suspected, he’s not from around here and doesn’t understand the danger he walks around at any given moment.
Probably another Gringo fucking tourist trying to get lucky with local pussy. They love to go back and brag to their friends about how many of us they managed to fuck.
And as I peer a little closer at him, I guess that he’s around Tati’s age.
“Frank,” he says, holding a hand out toward me. I look down for a moment, taking in the curves of his fingers, the lines that were clearly created by being a motherfucker like me, and the myriad of tattoos that try to hide his secrets. A habit that has served me well in the past, regardless of how odd people treat me afterward.
“Sofi,” I finally reply, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.
“And what brings you to a place like this?” he asks as he leans back and rests his elbows on the bar top.
“Same thing as you, I would imagine,” I retort with an eye roll.
“I figured, but I didn’t want to assume,” he states with a chuckle.
I shrug.
Nothing this Gringo has to say to me will take me out of the mood I was in when I walked in here. I’m much too busy looking for a meal to enjoy, and I won’t leave until I find one.
I go back to sipping my beer and looking at the women so desperate for a man’s attention that when he nudges me with his elbow, I jump slightly.
“What about that one?” he asks me, nodding in the direction of a petite young woman riddled with more tattoos than I have.
Her hair is neatly pulled back into two small topknots. The red on her lips make the plumpness of them stand out, and the way she sways her hips when she walks tells me she’d be willing to sell herself to anyone in the room.
“What about her?” I inquire after I tear my eyes away from her.
“Looks like she could be a wild fuck,” he remarks as a grin begins to spread over his lips.
