AN: Hi lovely people. I don't own the characters, other than Javi, The 3 street boys and stalker person. Thanks to JE for allowing us the use of her wonderful characters for our creative adventures.
To a wonderful person, Margaret you always rock and without you this story would have never made it this far or even on FF. Thank you thank you thank you.
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Chapter 21
SPOV
Growling I throw my covers off and storm from my room to be halted at the sight of two silk boxer clad Cubans wrestling on the floor outside my bedroom door. What the hell? Adding to my surprise is that these two ex-soldiers... Sexy ex-soldiers... Hmmm... are not aware I am even standing here watching them.
I prop myself on my doorway while a yawn escapes me and continue to watch the scene play out or wrestle out in front of me. These men know I love my sleep and I will kick their asses for this or worse if they wake up Javier. Letting my head drop to side so it is resting on the door frame I ponder this event unwinding before me. Is this some weird Freaky Friday moment?
My eyes have drifted close until I hear a sharp rip tear through the soft grunting sounds of this wrestling soundtrack and I am met with one very fine Cuban ass cheek. I am tempted to slap that ass just for hell of it.
I turn about into my room and return with my iPhone and begin recording. Well, I might as well get some payback for the cuban wrestle pair waking me from my precious slumber. Seeing the upside to this I plan all the things I can and will gain from this. I smile widely at that and enjoy the show.
Another few minutes go by when The wrestlers finally realise they are not alone. By this time Hector is standing with me.
Looking every bit the shameful kiddies they are Ranger and Lester are sitting on the floor, sweaty and breathing heavy legs bent at the knees and arms resting on top.
"Ah hum" I say and when the two meet my glaring eyes I point my finger back and forth between their manhoods until they look down and realise they have themselves on show. Mini Lester and Mini Ranger are peeking out and looking impressive I might add but they don't need to know that. They jump to their feet turning to go separate ways mumbling about shorts.
"Freeze". I demand making sure not to raise my voice too much.
"Turn". When Ranger and Lester don't move I follow with a deathly "Now". I see Hector smiling.
Pulling myself straight I eye them fiercely with a raised eyebrow waiting for an explanation.
Ranger adds to his uncharacteristic behaviour tonight by mumbling to himself while looking at the floor and shuffling his feet like a kid who has been caught peeking in the girls bathroom at school.
I catch a few phrases and words.
"3 fucking months"... Shaking his head... "Bastards", "can't get near my Babe".
He growls "ambush me", "Fuckers", "every night".
Ranger lifts his gaze and glares at Lester and Hector. When he steps towards them I jump between.
Giving each man my stern don't mess with me glare I inform them "I am a woman on the edge. A 'sleep deprived mummy without any coffee' on the edge. And it is still dark. You get my drift? Do you think this is ending in the sunshine and flowery meadows direction? No". The men take a step back and I growl. "Living room. Now".
They head down stairs. What the hell is this all about?
Without breaking stride when I enter the room I command "sit" and like good boys they immediately sit side by side.
I stand over them hands on hips.
"Explain"
HPOV
Shit. My sister is pissed. Angel would hate to be told this but she becomes more like Ranger when you get on her wrong side. The single word sentences and that hard glare. I chuckle silently to myself at the thought of her being told she is a mini Ranger when pissed. When I catch the pointed glare in my direction I am brought back to what got the three of us here in deep shit with Angel.
It was the first night Ranger stayed at the house and Lester and I had already agreed to keep Ranger away from Angel at night. We knew Angel would no longer allow Ranger's silent nightly visits to her room. Not yet any way. Everyone had gone to bed for the night and I was taking the first watch leaning against the wall opposite Angel's bedroom door. When I heard the very soft movement I pulled my knife and turned the point over the my callused finger waiting for Ranger to approach and realise I am here. It took him longer than I expected to pick up my presence. I guess he had a lot on his mind.
That was our first chat.
"Angel is protected and I protect what is mine". I said with low strong tenor while continuing to keep my focus on my knife. Ranger stood toe to toe with me with a hard look. "Steph is mine always has been".
I meet his eyes, "wrong. Angel was my sister long before you came into the picture". I knew by the flicker of curiosity I witnessed that he did not know our history. Well, this is going to interesting. I continued before he could speak, "you will not be making yourself at home here and performing your old stunts. Angel is changed and I know she will not be happy with your little adventure but still less than how I feel about your plans".
"Well?" Steph questioned bringing back to the present. I flick my eyes to Lester.
LPOV
Damn, beautiful always looks at me first when Hector and I manage to step ourselves in the centre of a Bombshell fury flurry. Shit. She knows I will cave first and uses it too her advantage every time. Delay Santos . How did I get myself here this time? Oh right and I glare at my cousin while thinking about one of our nightly encounters over the last couple of months during Operation Ass Distance.
It was in our second month of preventing Ranger from breaking into Beautiful's room.
It had been a long couple of weeks for everyone dealing with the shit happening around Beautiful. We neutralised the threats and currently are cleaning up, "dotting i's and crossing t's" and a little stress relief physical therapy compliments of our guests in cells at Rangeman.
I was tired and it was my turn catch Ranger out if he attempted one of his nightly trips to Beautiful's room.
I set a motion sensor down the hall near Beautiful's door to alert me when Ranger was in location. Swiftly I left my bed and grabbed my super bow heading for my door. Opening the door silently I swung my bow hand up around the door and took aim pulling back on the string. I loved this thing. It felt like a good time to use it and have some fun. I had made a couple of minor changes to silence it.
Ranger didn't even see my dart when it hit on the side of the head. He cursed softly and looked up as let another go and Ranger took defensive position. Against my flying orange darts as walking toward him. Rangers only defence and protection, his hands were swinging around around trying to halt my darts directory. He made it to Javi's door and with a satisfactory smile silently went in to Javi's room shutting the door. Fucker. He knew I wouldn't go I there and risk waking the lil man. Still, I had fun and kissed my Nerf Mega Thunder Bow while walking back to my room but also sparing a glance of disgust at it's bright orange colour.
When I checked on Javi the following morning Ranger stirred awake from the single bed in Javi's room, the lil man cradled in his arm. I gave Ranger a nod and "yo" and he replied the same. Our usual greeting. With that we went about our day as if nothing happened until the next we encountered each other I during Operation Ass Distance.
The thought of my Nerf weapon collection brings me back as I silently make an action plan for painting my Nerf guns. Black? Jungle green? Both? What paint type?
"Santos!"
Oh fudgcicle, Beautiful is glaring at me.
"Uh, well Beautiful, you see…" I glance at Hector and he is not looking much better than I feel right now. I sigh, well it was fun while it lasted and I knowHector is thinking the same thing by twitch of his lips and humour in his eyes. I let a grin break out on my face and before Hec and I can enjoy our silent victory celebration and commiseration we are jerked from our thoughts with Beautiful's icy deadly voice. Shi… Sugar…huh… Fudge it.
"5 count", she says reminding me of the Santos and Manoso mothers.
Beautiful means business and I don't want to know what she has planned once her countdown reaches 1.
"thank god the week is over" I mumble to Ranger and Hec as we step onto the elevator heading to the 5th floor.
"Babe is mean" Ranger responds.
When I look at him there is a small pout on his face, a smear of Javi's breakfast on his forehead and his hair is disheveled. I don't laugh because I am sure I look the same and Hec is not much better.
Beautiful was bruttle in her punishment when she found out about what Hec and I have been doing to Ranger but Ranger didn't get off either.
We have barely slept, which normally doesn't bother us at all but add a baby into that mix and we are worn out.
Ella of course assisted Beautiful. All week we had no meals prepared, no Laundry at Rangeman or home. Oh and Ranger is living there permanently. All three of us have been on Javi and house duties all week. Mysteriously, all prepared meals disappeared along with our clothes. We were left with one pair of cargo pants and basketball shorts and one shirt.
Beautiful just laughed when Javi came down with a cold, stating it was karma.
Bobby thought it was hilarious when we phoned him in a panic over Javi's pooping problem
Hector was on the phone to Bobby. Ranger is holding Javier in the air because we couldn't lay him on change table after the running present in his diaper somehow spread over it. Turns out the problem had run up his back. I was pulling wipes by the dozen to clean him. The bin was full and I was on my third packet of wipes when we all heard Bobby laughing over the line. Fucker. Hec hung up with him still laughing. Who knew diarrhoea is a side effect of antibiotics for children and babies.
"Fuck man, I need a long hot SHower". Hec groans. Ranger and I agree with a mumble.
When the elevator door opens the three of us are leaning against the back wall, we have mysterious stains on our clothes I don't want to even think about what they are and our laces are untied on our boots. I have put my gun on backward, Ranger is holding his belt while his cargo pants are unbuttoned and Hector has forgotten to zip up and his shirt is on inside out. I think my shirt is backward.
I think we all had our eyes closed when a flash of light jolts us back to our surroundings. With that we hear a giggling Beautiful dancing away, camera in hand. We all groan and immediately glare at anyone willing to smirk our way. We head to break room a few muffled coughs in our wake. Assholes.