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me El Stupido, is if you steal it from me - rape me like you did. Other than that, you have a hope in hell!’
    Somebody hands him another lit cigarette and he smokes, looking blankly at me.
    ‘I hate piercings and you’re like a fucking tea-strainer. I dislike tattoos and look like a badly sketched road map. I hate hairy men and you have dreadlocks and a beard. Uggh! You need an extreme makeover, Amigo. Oh, and some serious exfoliation.’
    ‘And you need to put on some clothes,’ he growls.
    I look down at myself. Crap! I become especially conscious of Tongue’s leering smile and quickly drop below water level.
    Diablo picks up my dress and holds it up.
    I shake my head from side-to-side.
    ‘I’m gonna stay here forever now that I know you’re scared of water.’
    ‘My men, they are not scared,’ he reminds me. ‘They can bring you to me.’ Then he looks over his shoulder and rattles off in Spanish to the people behind him and I grow nervous. The bastard’s actually going to send his men after me?
    But, to my surprise, the crowd starts to slowly thin out. I stare, confused. What the hell’s he up to now? He turns and looks at me, and I realise he’s messing with me. I giggle, then float on my back, while he watches. I’m in no hurry to leave the water. I just wish he would leave but remember to leave my dress behind or I would have to walk back to the villa almost naked. Not a pleasant thought since the alcohol is wearing off and I’m developing a mother of a headache.
    When I look back at him, he’s smiling at my antics.
    ‘You have cojones ,’ he says softly. ‘No one talk to me like that.
    ‘Yeah?’
    He nods.
    ‘Yeah, cos you’ll probably shoot them for telling you like it is?’
    He thinks before he answers, ‘ Si .’
    ‘Gosh, you’re such an arrogant prick,’ I say more to myself.
    I raise my hands in a surrendering motion. ‘Go ahead. Shoot. But please – I’d like to die with the first bullet, not the thirty first.’
    He grins. Then his smile disappears. ‘You don’t like me?’
    ‘Duh.’
    ‘You like Him .’
    ‘Him? You mean Austin? Eh …’
    His nostrils flares at my response. ‘Why?’
    ‘’Cos he’s nice. He’s a good man - pleasant, intelligent, educated ... a gentleman.’
    ‘He must be gay.’
    ‘He’s not gay! He just … dresses nice.’
    ‘He is your sister’s husband. How you do this?’
    I drop my gaze.
    ‘He got a baby.’ His voice is edged with reproach.
    ‘ You getting all moral on me? You ?’
    Cords appear in his neck.
    ‘What? You gonna kill him now?’
    ‘ Si .’
    ‘Don’t you dare. Be nice for once.’
    ‘Nice?’
    ‘Yeah, good, nice. You know ...?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘You don’t know?’
    He shakes his head. ‘Teach me.’
    ‘Me?’
    ‘ Si . Teach me how to be good, nice.’
    I stare at him. ‘Why? Why do you want to be nice now?’
    He drops to his haunches and stares at the ground. Then he looks up at me. ‘Imatired.’
    ‘Of what?’
    He shrugs. ‘This life. I want to be good. Teach me how to be nice Payton,’ he says softly. ‘I want to learn how to be good.’
    His words surprise me. ‘Teach you how - that’ll take decades. I don’t think you’re teachable.’
    ‘ Si ?’ His disappointment is visible.
    I nod but then I feel really bad. ‘You really wanna learn how to be nice?’
    ‘ Si .’
    ‘Why?’
    He looks me in the eye. ‘For you.’
    He suddenly looks so vulnerable and sincere and even human, that I feel a little sorry for him. I don’t know why I’m feeling this way considering he’s such an asshole, but I do.
    ‘You swim good.’
    ‘Swam for University of Los Angeles two years in a row,’ I brag, treading water.
    He nods and raises his busy eyebrows. ‘Time to go now,’ he says softly.
    This is the first time we’re actually having a conversation and I realise I’m no longer afraid of him. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. Frankly, if he kills me, he’ll be doing