Chapter 1

First song was over, time for the second one. Patricia adjusted her top, which was similar to what belly dancers wore, perhaps the same, light purple with simple but beautiful embroidery at the borders, and once again stepped closer to the microphone on the small stage, barefoot and with a pair of skinny dark-blue jeans, and waited for the applause from the crowd below to cease. When they were done, she turned her head towards the large figure with the black long-sleeved t-shirt and the small, gold medallion around his neck, and gave him a short nod so he could start the next song, and so the other young man, who was hidden behind the curtains on the second floor of the building, could fix the lights according to the mood of the music. The two men got to work on the laptops in front of them, and soon enough the music from Shakira's song, "Loba(1)", filled the air around Club Seireitei.

Patti started to move her hips up and down and then twisting her torso around. She wasn't an expert in belly dancing like Shakira, but she could sure as hell move her body like a gusano, and sing just as beautiful in her own tone. She closed her eyes as she danced and singed, feeling the music fill her veins and even howled almost exactly like a wolf during the chorus.

She was simply a human, but for some reason she often felt, or at least felt a connection, towards anything canine, especially wolf like and was told by her friends that she would even act like one too. Whatever it was, she just enjoyed it and, with the moon accompanying her during the night, she showed of her God-given Latina hips and her voice until the song ended, and she finished with sensual short gasps.

Once again the people on the dance floor erupted in cheering and applause and caused Patti to smile in appreciation. "Thank you so much! Keep enjoying your time here at Club Sireitei!" she exclaimed, and Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" started. She walked back in the shadows behind her, the only light bright enough to illuminate her sweat covered face and chest coming from Chad's computer. "Phew! Man I'm tired!" swiped her brow with a towel that Chad had given her.

"You did an awesome job out there, Patricia", his friend assured her with a smile.

"Thanks, dude. And I loved how you worked with putting the melody of Loba. It sounded incredible!" a huge grin appeared on her face, resembling her cousin's, but without its phsychoness.

"Thanks. Here are your things, by the way", and gave her in his left hand her converse shoes, which she'd gotten as a birthday gift from her friend, Yoruichi (knowing how much she loved those shoes but wasn't able to buy a pair) and her black t-shirt that said 'Band 101' with a bunch of mathematical equations on it. "Oh, and Patti?"

"Yeah?" she took her stuff from his big hand and looked at him with a face of curiosity.

With a worried look he continued, "Be careful with Grimmjow. You know he doesn't like seeing you with that top, and especially now that he caught some boys staring at you…"

"Ugh! He's so annoying with this stuff!" she rolled her eyes to emphasize her disgust. "Okay, I understand he's my only cousin and the only family that I know of, but MUST he fill the requirements of an overprotective father, or at least an annoying big brother? ¡Señor!(2)", and threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

The light-brown skinned young man chuckled softly at her dramatic moment. She almost always spoke loudly whenever she was happy or simply troubled with her cousin/

brother, though Grimmjow did the same, but it was best not to contradict him.

She sighed, "Well, I'm gonna go back to work then. Can't keep Rukia attending her tables plus mine forever, although…" she put a finger to her chin in 'deep thought'.

"Patti…"

"Está bien, 'tá bien(3), I'm goin'. See 'ya, Chad!" she half grumbled, half laughed, and walked towards the right- side stairs of the stage.

"See 'ya, Pat", replied Chad, continuing with his music.

Almost at the bottom of said stairs, she looked up and yelled almost over the music, though just because she was holding back her voice, "Hey, Uryu!"

The pale, spectacled young man looked beside the curtains and down to see the wavy and curly haired brunette waving at him with the same big smile she had on before, "Great job!" she finished.

With glad but stern eyes he continued to look at her and said, almost yelling, "Thank you Patti, now stop using me as an excuse and go change!"

"I love you too, man!" and she laughed her way down and towards one of the employee bathrooms.

The black- haired young man shook his head but made a small smile and continued with his lights.

Patricia got out of the bathroom, tying her abundant hair in a tight bun at the crook of her neck as she walked towards the bar, close to the tables against the wall. Reaching her destination, she noticed a very angry six-foot something 'cat' (or man) with sky blue hair, wiping a beer glass dry very harshly. A hard line was plastered over his mouth.

"Do you wanna brake that glass or what?" she told him raising an eyebrow, pretending not to notice his anger.

Hearing her voice, he stopped his glass-breaking and raised his gaze from it to look at his cousin with an icy blue stare.

"Why the hell where you wearing that damn top?", Grimmjow half yelled at her, putting the glass on the counter in front of him and placing both hands on it, almost towering over where Patti was leaning on.

"Oh please, Grimm. I was just singing a Shakira song and I thought that it would be better if I tried to look like her a bit. And besides, Uryu made it for me and I like it!" she replied with an innocent smile.

Clenching his hands into fists and his mouth into a scowl, he looked like he was about to tear her apart. "Well I'm gonna KILL Ishida now! And you shouldn't have been showing off those hips so much! Now I've gotta handle a bunch of drooling pendejos(4) and beat the living daylight out of 'em!".

Rolling her eyes, she finished. "I was the one that asked Uryu to make me that top, so don't take it out on 'im. And besides, I wouldn't mind you beating up the pendejos; I would actually very much appreciate it. Now, will you please give me my notepad?"

"Give me that top then, so I can keep it safe and then burn it when we get home", he was still not so happy.

"Grimmy!" Patti whined.

"Hey Grimm! Stop threatening your cousin and get back to work", another young man with spiky orange hair and a permanent scowl on his face walked towards the arguing relatives from his place at the left side of the bar. "And by the way Patti, nice show".

"Thanks Ichi! See Grimm? Strawberry agrees" looking back at her cousin with a look of mockery.

"Stop encouraging her, Kurosaki!" Grimm yelled at his best friend. And after what seemed like a second, he told him in a mocking voice. "You know, she just called you Ichi".

With a stern look on his face, Ichigo replied, "And I don't like it, but she called you Grimmy so I'm not so bothered".

About to say something but deciding not to, 'Grimmy' huffed like an annoyed cat and told Patricia, "Give me the frickin' shirt and get back to work".

"Could I please have my notepad? Oh! And my apron too?"

He gave her her things and she gave him the revealing and problematic top. "Thank you! I'll see you later guys! And thanks Ichi!"

Ichigo tried to tell her to stop calling him that, but she was already too far away and the music made it impossible for him.

"She's never wearing this fucking thing again" and with that, Grimmjow threw it in one of the hidden shelves under the counter.

"Do you really have to be so over-protective with her? She is almost sixteen, and she knows how to defend herself well, thanks to you" Ichigo told his ever grumpy friend.

"It doesn't mean she'll be careful. I know she's strong, but I still worry about her", a bit of worry passed over his face.

"Dude, I understand. But sooner or later she's gonna get a boyfriend. She's been looking and often staring at boys for far too long".

"Not on my watch…" big brother side stepping out even more.

"Jeez, do you have to act like her dad when it comes to the opposite sex?"

"Don't you do the same with your sisters?" Grimmjow was serving his payback for his friend not helping him out in what he considered a 'very delicate' situation.

"Karin's tough and Yuzu isn't led away so easily, now don't try turning away the subject from yourself. Now, have you ever considered getting a girlfriend?"

If Grimmjow had been drinking anything liquid, he would've surely spit it at Berry's face, "W-what? Where did this come from?"

"I only gave you the idea 'cause I think it'd be good for you to have some action in your love life", these were the only few times Ichigo could keep his cool and not lose his temper in seeing his best friend embarrassed instead of him.

"Why should that concern you? Has being with Rukia so much made you bring your sensitive side more?"

At the mention of his long-time girlfriend, Ichigo started to blush a bit and tried not to lose himself this time, "I-I was only concerned about you. Having a girlfriend can be good for you. It really is a wonderful feeling to be in love", dazing of, he turned his head to where a petite, raven-haired girl was attending some tables.

"What a pussy", Grimmjow smirked.

"Shut the hell up", and shoved him away, causing the blue haired young man laugh.

Meanwhile, across from the bar and over at the last row of tables, Patricia had reached Rukia and thanked her for attending her tables while she sang.

"No problem, Pat. And great show you did there, but I guess Grimmjow wasn't so happy about it…" Rukia knew just how protective Grimmjow was over the only family he had.

Patti sighed, "Not one bit. But I understand. He worries too much".

Rukia chuckled, "You poor thing. Well," , she started, giving her some small pieces of paper, "table 19 already ordered and is waiting for their food, 20 just got their drinks and 22…", she looked at the table of teenage boys laughing and drinking and staring at every woman that came their way. "… are just having fun, so be careful, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be careful", and with that, they smiled at each other and attended their tables.

Patti took the orders from table 20 and, just as she was warned, table 22 kept on whistling and calling her names as soon as they saw her. Ignoring what they kept saying, she walked towards their table, grabbed her notepad from her waist apron, and with a smile, she asked, "So what do you guys want to order?"

One of the guys, who was a bit drunk from his sluggish talking, gave her a drunken smile and said, "Well, I'd like a bit of what you could be giving tonight".

Patti sighed. These must have been the pendejos her cousin was telling her about. Seriously, why did they even invent the term 'pick-up' lines in the first place?

Just coming inside the club, a young woman, pretty much the same age as the other young 'uns who work the tables and the bar (except Patti since she was the youngest), was looking around the building, this being her first time inside Club Seireitei. She was almost as tall as Grimmjow. Her long and wavy sea-green hair was swaying as she looked around at the first floor and then the second floor, which was the VIP section and was only open over at where the dance floor was.

She had big golden eyes and a big bust which she covered with a simple white sweater and a pair of jeans. A small ram skull shaped pin was the only hair accessory she wore.

Suddenly, she heard a loud punch and a scream of pain. She turned her head to the last row of tables to her right and saw a teenage boy leaning against one of his other buddies, holding his face in his hands in pain. A big- bottomed brunette had her right hand balled up in a red fist, and a pissed-off look on her face.

"Don't you ever even DARE to try and touch my ass, or any other part of my body, ever again!" Patricia threatened at the now scared and perverted boys. She put on a sweet smile over her very angry face and turned over to the surprised young woman, just noticing her presence. "Hi there! Welcome to Club Seireitei. Would you like to sit at the bar or at a table?"

The sea-green haired woman noticed she was foreign, from her looks and accent. But she knew that the girl knew how to make her way in this place. And that, she admired. "I would like to sit at a table, please."

"Right this way, then." And led her to her last empty table, number 21.

The young woman sat down, her back facing table 22, and said thank you when Patti gave her a menu.

"Sorry for the little show there. If you have any problems with them, though, contact any employee nearby. They know how to handle guys like them." Patti gave a small laugh and so did the girl. "I'm Patricia, by the way, and I'll be your waitress for tonight. Would you like anything to drink before you order?"

The golden-eyed girl looked at the menu for a second and then looked at her and said, "I would ask you what you would recommend for alcohol but, no offense, you seem a little young…"

Patti chuckled, "I am and I don't drink, but, from my clients' tastes, I'd recommend the Martini Vodka. It's also said to be the best Martini Vodka in town by many others."

"Really?"

"Yeah! And my cousin is the one who makes them. He's the blue-bino over at the bar."

And just where Patricia had pointed at behind her, the young woman immediately fell into a daze as soon as she saw the handsome young man.

Grimmjow was busy making drinks very quickly and with such tranquility that it even impressed the girl. She looked at his face and his handsome features and his strong jaw. He had slit eyes which were a soft cerulean color. She noticed his shocking light-blue hair which was a very odd color, but only added to his beauty.

Then she started to look down his body, to his torso, which was not hidden behind the counter, and was almost drooling at the sight, which was something she had to be careful with. His muscles were VERY well formed and incredibly breathtaking, even through his tight black t-shirt. She could see clearly, his abs silhouetted by the dim white light that came from behind the bar, his broad chest and his perfect triceps, biceps and every other 'cep there was which was out in the open for her to see.

Patti had noticed her intense gaze at her cousin and started smiling widely. The young woman wasn't the first person to ever notice her ridiculously good-looking cousin, but the others just couldn't keep their mouths shut in saying completely inappropriate comments, including the classic, "I'd like to tap that!." And knowing she was his cousin and lived with him, they took advantage of that and asked questions about him, including, again, inappropriate questions which she would never answer.

But this girl hadn't done any of that. Patti could see that she was different by the way she stayed quiet and turned very red in the face. Since she seemed pretty good-mannered and doubted that she would ask about him out of the faint shyness she seemed to have towards him, Patricia decided to help her in this situation, "His name is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." She wanted her stubborn and annoying cousin to go and look for his media naranja(5), and get his reward for taking care of her so well and for such a long time "He looks tough and mean, but he can be really nice and fun. Well, as long as you don't tick him off!"

Both of them laughed at her statement and then Patti, still smiling, told her that she'd be back with her drink in just a minute, since she still had to give out the orders of the other tables (except 22) and she would soon come to take hers. She left and the young woman went back to looking at her menu, not noticing the constant stares that came from behind her. Though she tried to concentrate really hard on what she was reading, she couldn't help but keep turning her eyes at the blue-haired man that was right across the room, and dealing with a very drunk and very angry man who kept asking for another drink, but wouldn't get one from said young lad.

"I told you to give me another fuckin' drink, already!" yelled the tall and skinny drunk.

With a vein about to pop out from his forehead, Grimmjow answered in an angry tone "I told you already, you've had enough shots tonight! Now go home and take your frickin' money with you!"

The skinny black-haired man, who had a bug-like eye, because the other was hidden behind his straight bangs, pounded his glass on the counter with a furious scowl "My drinking's none of yer business! Now give me another damn gla-"

He was interrupted by Grimmjow's fist meeting his cheek, toppling him to the ground. The next minute, the drunk tall man was being thrown out by one of the security guards, onto the sidewalk.

"Thanks Renji." Said Grimm to the red-headed and tattooed, young man.

"Don't mention it." Responded Renji dusting his hands off together from his recent labor "But don't you think it's best to try a different method to make a drunk guy know his limit?"

Grimmjow looked at him with a smirk on his face. "Don't know any other, don't wanna know any other."

Renji rolled his eyes "So be it. Catcha later, Grimm." And walked away, back to his post.

"Same'ere, Renji." And went back to his bar duties.

At that moment, Patti came to the bar after leaving her food orders at the kitchen and noticed the small puddle of blood on the floor "Another drunk?" She asked Grimm without a single bother on her face.

"Guy had too many shots. Creepy looking too." He answered.

Patti shook her head. "And that's why I'm not interested in drinking alcohol when I'm older. Besides that it tastes bad."

"You get used to it."

"Kinda doubt it" a smile creped back to her face "Hey, um, I got an order for another one of your Martini Vodka's".

A smug look appeared on his face "Don Q lo hace todo possible(6)." And started working on the famed drink.

"I told her it's the best one in town."

"Told who?"

"The girl who asked for it. She's right over there!" Patricia pointed to the sea-green haired girl who was still reading her menu.

And all it took was one look and a second for Patti to notice it.

Grimmjow blushed, actually blushed, when he looked at the girl sitting at the other end of the room.

In his 21 years of life, 11 of them had been taken away in order to take care of his cousin and survive. He hadn't really had time to look at other girls, mostly, and because of his stubborn over protectiveness, He wasn't interested in being involved in any relationship. But somehow, this girl had caught his attention. And he couldn't stop staring.

It was obvious she was gorgeous, with her soft facial features and voluptuous body. But it was the serene look on her face and big soft eyes that had truly caught his attention. In the loud and noisy room, it seemed that she was able to tune it all out and pretend she was in the quietest and most sophisticated place in the world. And she was only reading her menu (she was actually able to finally to stop looking at him).

Patricia had never seen her cousin acting this way. She admitted it was weird but she smiled at her accomplishment. She had chosen well and was happy. Till she saw the glass that Grimmjow was pouring was starting to overflow with their island's famed rum.

With a smile and a chuckle, she spoke "Uh, Grimm? I think you've poured too much Don Q."

Grimmjow snapped out of his trance and looked at the overly full martini glass on his hand. "Huh? ¡Ay mierda!(7)" he cursed in his native tongue.

Patricia laughed as she saw her dear cousin grumble and go over to the sink behind him and pour out the rum to start over with the drink while telling her to shut up and get back to work.

Just then, a waitress with orange-brown hair and big gray eyes came trotting over to the bar "Hey Grimmjow! I have an order for-" she noticed the puddle of rum on the counter and asked "Is everything okay?"

Grimmjow growled over at the sink before turning around and not sparing a look at the poor, confused girl, and harshly started cleaning the counter with a damp cloth.

Patti giggled before talking "Don't worry, Orihime, he's fine. He just had a little accident with one of his drinks."

He glared at her and spoke to Orihime while pissed "What is it?"

She knew her friend's very short temper and decided not to pester on it anymore "W-well, um, I need two shots of Tequila José Cuervo."

"Fine" the angry big cat took two small glasses from under the counter and grabbed the bottle of tequila behind him, pouring its contents in them then handing it over to the sweet brunette.

"Thank you Grimmjow!" and sweetly smiled at him before leaving to attend her tables and wondering if Patricia had anything to do with his mood, which wouldn't be surprising

Over at table 21, the young girl who caused Grimmjow's unfortunate distraction, was patiently waiting for her drink while looking around the club. She had heard from a friend of hers that it was the hottest club in Karakura town and had great food and awesome drinks.

Till now, the place seemed pretty good and had great music, though they'd also told her it had live performances every so often, always on a Friday and Saturday nights, but it seemed she had arrived late that very same Friday or they hadn't yet performed that night.

Unfortunately for her, the perverted teenagers behind her had noticed her and three of them stood up and walked over to her table, promptly sitting with her.

"Well hell-o there, beautiful!" one of them sluggishly asked "What are you doing here all alone, huh?"

She had quickly noticed they were heavily drunk and, looking away, she sternly said "I never asked if you could join me. Leave now."

"Aw, but why?" it was the same idiot who had had his hand on Patricia a while ago and now was sitting right beside her "You seem like a girl who could use some fun…" he slowly crept his hand over her thigh. She grabbed it quickly before it could travel more between her legs and squeezed it tightly, causing him to squirm in pain.

This time she looked at him with an icy-cold glare "I said LEAVE!"

Grimmjow finally finished his drinks plus a couple more that had come when Ichigo came walking towards him and asked "Hey Grimm, what happened to you? It seemed like you dazed off into space and spilled your drink? That's not normal of you…"

Grimmjow quickly looked away to hide his cheeks which were slowly turning red and mumbled "Nuthin'…"

Strawberry raised a brow in curiosity "It wasn't nothing. I can tell you were distracted by something. But what could 'cause you to act like that?" He thought for a sec while Grimmjow groaned in annoyance.

"It was nothing!" Grimmjow said.

"Was it something Patti said?"

"I said it was noth-" they suddenly heard some yelling over the music and turned their heads to the other side of the room where they saw a guy sprawled on the floor with a young woman towering over him. The girl was the source of his distraction. And the wounded guy's buddies were now circling her, getting closer too.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" one of the guy's buddies said then smacked a fist to the palm of his other hand as a threat, "Now you're really gonna get it, bitch!"

When he was about to punch her in the face, she grabbed his fist at the last second, surprising the guy. Then, with her free hand she punched him right at his jaw, sending him flying backwards and smashing himself against the side of one of the tables at the other row. The three remaining ones, who were now scared out of their wits but were to "macho" to show it, tried to fight her also. One of them though, was able to catch her off guard and grabbed her arms from behind, smirking in victory. The girl tried to wriggle away from him but was unable too from her position and noticed the other two who were already bloodied and bruised.

The guy from behind her got too close to her ear and she tried in vain to stretch her neck as far away as possible, his breath ranking of alcohol, "Now it's time for you to pay-''

But suddenly he was interrupted by someone grabbing his hair harshly, yanking his head back as far as it would go, then punching his face, breaking his nose and letting go of the young woman.

"You know it ain't fair when it's five against one, especially if it's against a lady" Grimmjow said with a sadistic grin on his face while looking at the bloody, unconscious man on the floor. He looked at the surprised young woman before him and turned serious, "You okay?"

The girl snapped out of her daze and nodded at him, "Yes, I'm alright. Thank you."

He smiled at her, "No problem" then he looked at the two remaining boys and gave them an evil grin, "Now what am I gonna do with you two?"

The two whimpered then turned around to run away but were immediately grabbed by the collar of their jackets and yanked back almost falling to the floor but able to stay standing up. They turned around and Grimmjow quickly grabbed them by the front of their shirt collars this time, still grinning. He walked with them in hand to the front door, Renji doing the honors of opening it for him and threw them both outside lake pieces of trash.

All this time, half of the club grew silent as they watched the events that were currently happening and by the time Grimmjow was done in throwing the remaining three out, dusting his hands of, the club had gone back to it's normal state and the blood on the floor was already getting cleaned up by Orihime and Rukia who then proceeded to continue their waitressing duties later on.

Grimmjow went back to the girl and apologized for what had happened.

She shook her head while smiling, "You shouldn't apologize for what they did. It's all their fault. But I do thank you again for helping me, even if I could have handled it myself completely."

He raised a brow, "Didn't seem like that to me when that idiot grabbed you from behind. You shouldn't let your guard down like that."

"I know that" she started to get a little angry at him but knew he was right. She sighed, "It was my mistake."

He thought she was going to end up arguing with him but instead did the exact opposite. The look she got in her eyes told Grimmjow that this girl had honor and with that came honesty. And he respected that.

"Tell ya' what," he gave her a knowing smile, "How about I make your drink on the house?"

She smiled back, a bit of red on her cheeks, "I'd like that."

"The name's Grimmjow."

"I know, your cousin told me. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, right?"

"Yeah" that would have explained a lot. He searched the crowd of people and looked over the table till he found the light-brown skinned girl happily walking towards the kitchen counter. She was not going to get away with her doings so easily. He looked back at the girl, "Hey do you wanna move over to the bar? You can still order food from over there."

"Sure. And by the way, my name is Neliel, Neliel Tu Odershvank. But you can call me Nel."

"And here I was thinking my name was strange. Where you from?"

They both moved over to the bar, Nel sitting on one of the stools at the front while Grimmjow went behind the counter and immediately started working on her drink, for the third time.

"I'm from Russia but my family and I immigrated to Japan when I was nine years-old. The move was hard but I eventually got used to Japan and my brothers and I often visit our family back in Russia."

He handed her her drink, "Must be nice to go and see your family and homeland, huh?"

"Yes it is," she looked at him before she even took a sip from her Martini, "You talk as though you don't see your family. Why is that?"

The pain in Grimmjow's eyes was clear to Neliel as much as he tried to hide by looking at the side, "I don't even know if my family's alive back in Puerto Rico. The last time I saw them I was ten and Patti was five. We've been living in Japan since then."

She knew how painful it was to loose a family member but to not know if your whole family was even alive for some reason must be so much worse, "I'm sorry."

Grimmjow shook his head to dismiss the conversation and looked back at her as he tried to keep his emotions in check, "It's alright. You haven't tried your drink though and I take that in an offensive way."

Nel realized what he said and apologized again. She finally took a long sip from her drink, impressing even Grimmjow, "Mmm!" she stopped her drinking and smiled at him, "It really is good! Thank you for it!"

"You're welcome. Gotta be impressed by a girl who gives a hell of a punch."

She grinned, "I'm not in the Special Correction Force for nothing you know!"

His brows rose, "Really?"

She nodded, "I graduated and just became lieutenant not long ago" unknowingly, Neliel was letting that little kid side of her show a bit. And Grimmjow seemed to like it.

At the Kitchen counter, Patricia was waiting for her order to come out, meanwhile watching at Grimmjow and Nel over at the bar talking and enjoying themselves. It had been a long time since Grimmjow had actually smile in a none psychotic way and simply because he was happy.

She was just giving table 19 their food when the fight started and when she was about to go and help, Grimmjow came in her place instead. She was real glad about that and, deciding not to intrude for once, left the table to get the other order. She had chosen right after all.

"Hey Pat! What was all the commotion about?" asked Ikkaku from the other side of the counter with an interested look on his face.

With a grin, Patti said, "Some idiots tried to mess with this girl I was attending but she started kicking their butts real good and then Grimmjow came and helped her out. It was awesome!"

Ikkaku's grin grew wider, "Damn! I wish I could've seen that. Who's the chick?"

She pointed towards the bar, "She's over at the bar talking with Grimmjow. It seems that the two got along rather nicely."

He raised his eyebrows, "Really? I never thought Grimmjow would be the kind of guy interested in picking up girls. Thought he always said he didn't have time for them."

"I know. But I'm sure as heck happy he did. About time too!"

"Why doesn't that surprise me" he rolled his eyes at her.

She threw her tongue out to him, "Shut up! Anyways, shouldn't you get back to work before Kenpachi notices?"

He looked both sides, making sure that the big and scary- looking man wasn't around then turned back to Patti, "I'm safe for now. So I'm pretty sure you had something to do with that huh?"

Patricia simply smiled at him at said innocently, "Maybe!"

A/N: Here are the translations of the Spanish words and phrases in the story. Hope it helps!:

Loba: The Spanish version of Shakira's song, "She Wolf", which is also the literal meaning.

¡Señor!: Means "Lord", referring to God.

Está bien, 'tá bien: "All right, all right", though Patricia cuts off the last part; it's a common for puertorricans to do by half saying words or phrases.

Pendejos: Bad word to say to someone who's watching on the sidelines instead of actually going there.

Media naranja: Spanish way of saying "other half"

Don Q lo hace todo possible: "Don Q makes everything possible". Don Q is a famous rum from Puerto Rico that is also very old.

¡Ay mierda!: "Oh shit!"