"Oh, shit." Shelby squeaked out as she threw the car in reverse, causing the man's body to crumple off the front.
Without skipping a beat, Nacho dashed over to her, boots sliding in the gravel as he threw open the door and jumped in. "Go!"
Not waiting for a second instruction, she whipped the car around and put it in drive.
Slamming on the gas, the red Javelin peeled away from the bikers, shooting up rocks and debris behind it.
Putting his arm around the back of the seat, Nacho pivoted his body to watch.
His voice was calm.
Calmer than it should have been given the circumstances. "That was a good call."
Verging on the edge of full tilt panic, Shelby's voice cracked as she repeated. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
The Javelin roared under her command as she cranked the gears higher, racing away.
Kicking up gravel and broken glass from the parking lot, the tires were pelting them into any object left in their wake.
Multiple engines roared behind them and the motorcycle riders didn't waste but a moment in their pursuit.
Shelby bolted across the gravel as fast as she could. But the parking lot had become incredibly more crowded since they'd arrived.
A work truck was starting to back out on the left and she swerved wildly to keep from hitting it.
Crunching and whirling, the tires tried and failed to find purchase from the correction.
They were nearing a T ended fork in the parking lot and Shelby used the change in momentum to drift a hard right.
Correcting quickly, she slammed on the gas again and threw them forward along the perpendicular row.
The motorcycles were less particular about their path, easily maneuvering between the rows of cars and work trucks and gaining ground on them quickly.
"The exit is that way." Nacho pointed in the opposite direction.
"Noted." Shelby skidded around a line of parked cars, drifting a hard U turn and cranked the car's throttle on the straight yet narrow space between lines. Trying to gain some distance again.
Up ahead she saw long rows of semi trucks and their trailers. They were parked in neat orderly rows and she gained speed as she headed right for them.
Barely clearance for the mirrors on either side, they rode the razor's edge between the trucks.
"Any directions about how to get us out of here would be helpful." Shelby said sarcastically.
Nacho examined the area around them and pointed to the left. "There."
The line of trailers ended and she drifted a hard left and headed straight for the exit.
Unable to take the turn so sharply, the motorcycles were forced to slow down before pursuing back on course.
One tried to swing wide and avoid the slow down, but instead smashed right into the corner of the adjacent semi trailer with a crunch of metal.
Unable to think about the condition in their wake, Shelby crushed the gears into compliance and bolted the Javelin forward.
The small bump over the entrance was felt double as the shocks tried to compensate for the speed. Metallic groans came from the car and Nacho all but winced.
The long stretch of road awaited, and once Shelby felt all four tires stabilize, she rocketed down it.
Three motorcycles followed closely behind, their engines howling like a pack of rabid dogs in their pursuit.
No guidance of streetlight, and the moon was just a pale sliver in the dark sky. The headlights only provided visibility for the ten or so feet in front of them, which proved largely useless as they traversed the back streets with break neck speed.
But Nacho knew these roads; giving well timed directions allowed Shelby to anticipate turns or pivots.
Shelby was steeled in focus and the Javelin was highly responsive under her control.
A tailed plume of dust rose up behind them and it was their only form of shielded cover from the team of motorcycles gaining on them.
It seemed as though the motorcycles were only fairing better because they could follow her lead down the winding patchwork roads.
Nacho pointed up ahead, his voice a little relieved. "Finally, we're back to the highway."
The headlights reflected back the metal shield of an old highway sign and Shelby hooked a right towards it. Back tires spinning out a little wider than the front, it took some overcorrection to get them squared back onto the road.
Behind them, headlights beaming back in the rear view mirror, the motorcycles were doing well to keep up.
One moved in at the back left and a loud metallic bang sounded from behind her.
The woman sitting on the back of a bike was wielding a crow bar and had smacked it down onto the trunk.
"Absolutely not." Nacho spun around and rolled down his window, from seemingly nowhere he pulled out a gun and pointed it out at the bikers who had just done the damage.
A loud bang sounded and the motorcycle spun out in response. Disappearing from view in the dark of the road behind them.
Shelby grimaced at the gun shot, and all that it implied.
"Sorry for the noise." Nacho said coolly as he turned back around.
"Oh my god." Shelby put a finger to her ear and rattled it around. She knew she was shouting. But over the roar of the engine, the bikes, and now gun fire.
But the noise seemed to drown out the dreadful thoughts that their adventure to find hot wings was now racking up a body count.
All she could think to say in response was, "that's so much louder than I thought it would be."
Two headlights of the bikers became smaller as their drivers left some distance between themselves and Nacho's gun.
Sensing her anxiety rising, Nacho turned to face her.
Shelby looked at him briefly, attempting to keep her focus on the road.
His eyes were ice cold and fixed on her. "If you stop, we're dead. Do you understand?"
She swallowed hard and silently nodded back.
"Good." Nacho checked the bullets in his gun and reracked it. "I hate bikers." He said under his breath as he watched behind them.
She quickly put on her seat belt and asked him to do the same as she screeched onto the highway ramp.
He didn't listen and remained turned to face the gang of bikers behind them.
The tires underneath seemed to thank her for finally getting them onto a road that was properly paved. Digging into solid asphalt with sharpened claws, the Javelin practically pounced forward up to the highway.
"I guess it's a good thing I gave you that valve train." She tried to say lightly, but her concentration made it come out a little cold.
"I think about that day a lot." Nacho admitted, gazing with narrowed eyes to the pursuers behind them.
Soon a motorcycle was gaining ground on the paved ramp and was practically skimming the rear bumper.
Shelby looked behind them, anticipating the traffic they would be entering and saw a semi truck would be intercepting them once they merged.
Speeding up, the motorcycle responded, keeping right on their tail. The rider was attempting to pull something from his waistband but was unable to do so and maintain control of the bike.
Using the distraction against them, she floored it as she popped onto the highway, cutting right in front of a semi trailer.
The closest biker couldn't recover in time and went under the wheelbase of the semi and disappeared.
Nacho gave a little chuckle under his breath. "One left."
Traffic was bad enough that the escape on the highway wasn't a clean one. Late shift truckers or those heading towards downtown for a night of fun dotted the road.
Shelby weaved through the lanes at breakneck speed, leaving a trail of angry honks behind her.
The solo headlight of the oncoming motorcyclist was not falling behind. It wasn't weaving through traffic recklessly, he was slowly and carefully keeping up.
Shelby had a sense that maneuvering through traffic wasn't going to be enough. She scowled down at the gas tank. A little more than a quarter left and this motorcycle could keep chasing them till they ran empty.
They were rocketing down the far left lane when she saw the blinking of train lights up ahead on the tracks running parallel to the highway.
"I have an idea." She whipped the Javelin to the right, cutting in front of two angry taxis as she just made the exit.
But the bike quickly followed, keeping right on their tail.
The exit ramp was a corkscrew shape and Shelby all but drifted the full way around it.
Tires squealed against the road as they whipped down the turn.
Being forced to slow down, the biker was losing distance on them.
Once they were dumped onto the straight away, Shelby recovered quickly. Picking up the pace as she flew down the ill lit road.
A busted chain link fence ran between the street and the rails, and tent homes dotted the dead grass in clusters.
The shadow darkened train moved alongside the access road, engine thundering as it churned ahead.
Behind them, the solo headlight was catching up, emboldened by the easier access of the open access road.
Shelby pushed the Javelin harder, determined to gain ground up the length of the train, the flashing lights over the engine were her beacon as she topped out around 120 miles per hour.
Her plan, catch up ahead of the train and hopefully cross the tracks in front of it before the biker could. "Put your seatbelt on."
Nacho quickly did as she instructed. But as if somehow sensing her idea, he said flatly. "I don't think this makes as good of turns as your usual race car."
"We'll have to try." Shelby saw the pitch in the road where it raised up for the train tracks. Steeper than she'd hoped, she did a silent prayer that the Javelin could handle it at these speeds.
The cross bars were already lowered over the road as the red lights blinked.
Beside them the locomotive, black and unyielding, barreled forward.
The biker caught onto her plan and sped up, swinging wildly down onto the car.
A crow bar struck the back window and glass exploded over the back seat.
Shelby punched it towards the furthest section of road from where the train would intersect. No time to skirt the cross bars, they'd have to break through.
Whistle blaring, wheels churning, there was no turning back.
"I'm really sorry about this." She said and slammed on the gas. The throttle needle sent up into the red as the transmission roared in angry compliance.
Breaking through the first wood barrier with a bone snapping crack, they shot up the pitch in the road. As soon as they did, Shelby cut the hard right, drifting the car sideways as they launched through the air.
The bright light at the front of the train shone into the car briefly as they flew past. Horn deafening all else.
Wood burst in a splintered explosion as they smashed through the second barricade.
Wheels touched down on the other side and squealed in response to meeting the road again.
Shelby corrected the steering as they almost whipped the tail into the station house.
The car continued to spin and finally came to a stop after a full 360 turn.
Nacho had his gun out, aimed right at where the biker would be.
But behind them, only the black rolling cars of the train.
A strange stillness hung in the air a moment as the headlights shone ahead on the empty road.
"Well that was definitive." Nacho said with raised eyebrows and put the gun away. He took in a deep breath and rested his palms on the top of his head.
"I think I'm done driving your car." Shelby finally released the steering wheel, it felt like her hands had been cemented to the spot.
Nacho opened the door and hustled over to her side, opening her door for her.
Her hands were shaking slightly and she was more than happy to relinquish her position of driver for the evening.
After she climbed in and shut the door, movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention.
A disheveled man stumbled from a camping tent beside the tracks, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
Nacho did a quick two point turn and bolted out of there before any more bystanders decided to take a peek.
"I can't believe that just happened." She said, breathing heavily and putting a shaky hand to her forehead. Shelby still felt on edge, but not that she was scared.
It was like the air itself was charged with electricity.
He glanced over at her, his eyes were dark but a wicked smile crossed his lips. "You did really good."
"You say that like running someone over was a smart decision." Shelby gawked at him.
"It was only a bad decision if you consider the damage to my car." Nacho ran a finger down the crack down the wind shield.
She couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It somehow eased the tension that had coiled in her chest. "Well, when it comes to racing, I certainly prefer the closed track." She flicked up her eyebrow with a smirk.
Nacho raised his eyebrows. His body seemed to relax and he let out a laugh.
Seeing his reaction, she failed to hold a laugh back herself. The light hysterical kind that only comes from a rush of adrenaline.
Shelby took in a deep breath for the first time in quite a while. The tension of fear wasn't fading, it was simply changing. Evolving. Energy with nowhere to turn but into static electricity, charging in the space between them.
Without even realizing, they were pulling in his garage in what felt like only a few minutes.
The garage door closed behind them and Nacho turned off the ignition. "Well, It was us or them. And I'm glad you chose us."
Shelby's heart skipped a little at him mentioning "us". Its weight being so important for such a small simple word. She unbuckled her seat belt and pivoted to face him, her voice confident, she said. "I'd always choose us."
She let the words hang in the air, and the silent energy began filling the space around them.
The center of Nacho's brows pressed together in thought as he silently studied her.
Shelby took in a measured breath and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "So why did you want to fight those guys?"
His gaze was dark and locked onto hers. He said so plainly there wasn't a shred of deception. "I thought about it. Changed my mind. Then they said something I really didn't like."
"They said all kinds of stupid shit. Why did it matter?" She challenged. But she had a feeling she already knew the answer.
Nacho leaned in towards her, his eyes narrowed. "They said something about you."
The way he said it, its weight and implication, meant more than just the simple act of masculine pride.
His deep brown eyes were set the same way a panther dialed in on what it wanted.
Energy began to crackle in the air. Electric. Lightening building in the sky looking for a place to strike.
She leaned forward, ready and willing to be a conduit for all the static charge of the evening to release. "Then I guess it's a good thing I ran him over."
"Dios mío, eres tan caliente." He said in a sultry growl and swooped towards her, running his hands around her waist and bringing her closer.
Like a magnet her body responded without thought, sliding right up against his.
The surge of adrenaline had peaked and nowhere left to go. They had escaped something tonight that could have only happened together.
Bolstered with pride and the thrill of escaping death she brought her hands up to Nacho's face, cupping his jaw and demanding his lips against hers.
She inhaled deeply, his smell mixed nicely with the faint smoky residue from the bar. Pulling away briefly she said, "I hope your seats recline."
Carnal desire swept over her and she shoved back his shoulders, pushing him back into his seat. She gave him a wicked grin as she began climbing over the transmission.
"So rough." He said, almost quizzically.
"Consider it part of your punishment for your games earlier." She moved across the car, throwing her leg over his lap and settling between him and the steering wheel.
"Punishment." He whispered back, his eyes alight with intrigue. "You're the one who broke my car." He gripped his hands around her waist squeezing her tightly.
Looking down at him she gave him a smug smirk. She thought about his teasing, tantalizing, movements earlier. How she had so badly wanted to kiss him, and how he'd denied her. Too much had happened that night, too much to process the torrent of emotion and adrenaline cascading through her.
It needed to be set free.
And Shelby could think of no better way.
Using the headrest for balance she leaned forward, bringing her lips to his.
He dragged his hands down to her hips and in response she rolled them forward against him.
A deep noise came from his throat as she slanted her mouth over his.
Mouths opened eagerly as their tongues were desperate to taste each other.
The chaos of the evening's turn of events manifested in their desire.
She practically clawed off his shirt, digging to get to the tanned flesh underneath.
With equal fervor, he tore the tank top from her body, exposing her red bra underneath.
The sound of the fabric ripping was satisfying in its own derelict way. Like the convention of carefully removing clothing was simply too much for this moment to handle.
Fire blazed over her skin everywhere his hands went. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his mouth to hers once more.
She arched her back into the strong grip of his hands and as she rolled her hips against him again in smooth thrilling rhythms.
But her movement was impeded by the steering wheel jabbing into her back. "Oww." She tried not to let it distract her too much but it wasn't ideal.
As pleasant friction surged up their bodies, she fumbled with his belt buckle. Fingers desperate to remove any and all layers that came between her and what she desired.
Under her, his legs wiggled as he clumsily tried kicking off his boots. But he was unwilling to stop his hands from moving all over her, like pausing to take them off was a worse option than breaking the seal of his mouth from hers. He grunted in dissatisfaction as he gave up from the endeavor.
He pulled away, reaching down and yanked on the seat's recline lever. He pulled it once, twice, but no reaction from the old car. He swore under his breath but the pulling temptation to bring his mouth and his teeth to her collar bones soon filled his attention again.
Overcome with furious passion, she pressed up against him, the blazing skin of his chest against hers. Each of his breaths, being wrapped in his strong arms– a low ache settled deep in her stomach where she yearned for him desperately.
And from the firmness he pressed up against her, he desired her just as much.
His hands moved around the waistband of her jeans and she shifted back in his lap. He undid the button and zipper, but with her legs straddling him, that was all that could be accomplished.
She could sense his growing frustration.
He pulled away, panting. Examined her position between himself and the steering wheel and something in his mind was made up.
Eyes set in determination, Nacho wrapped his arm around her and pulled them both out of the car. Once they were both cleared, he spun around and pressed her against it with a firm thud.
Shelby wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair. Demanding his face to hers as they began slow drudging kisses.
His firm body pressed up against her and tingles pricked all over her skin as she relished being sandwiched between him and the red Javelin.
The glass from the door was cold against her back but she didn't care. Being pressed up against it by Nacho was the only place she wanted to be.
His pants were already unbuttoned and hung loose and low around his hips. She gladly helped them the rest of the way off.
Nacho moved his mouth from hers, trailing forceful, eager kisses down her collarbones. Stopping only briefly to give the bridge of her cleavage a kiss, then down the plane of her stomach. "There's a condom in my pocket. No rush."
His hands were gentle as they pulled her jeans over her hips and down her thighs.
Shelby repeated him saying 'no rush' in her head and held back a smile. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, holding in a breath as she watched his hands squeeze her thighs and move up to her underwear.
He looked up at her from his crouched position and gave a wicked grin. "Red again." Not giving her time to answer he slipped his fingers under the thin fabric and swept it away.
Opening his mouth over her, his tongue touched the peak of her as he simultaneously slipped a finger inside.
Her body involuntarily leapt up in response and she reached out, gripping the frame of the open car door for balance.
Nacho enjoyed her reaction and repeated the movement, sliding his finger out and in again.
Overcome with sensation she leaned back, using the car for support, unsure if she was going to melt into the floor or drift upward through the ceiling of the garage. Sweet aching bliss ballooned deep within her.
She felt his hand grip around her thigh and bring her leg up around his shoulder. Holding the door frame with one hand for balance, and with her other hand she moved it softly through his hair.
Poised pin-prick tension began to rise in her belly. And when Nacho did something especially exciting with his tongue, she let out a loud involuntary moan of pleasure.
Immediately embarrassed, she breathed out a sigh, clamping her mouth shut.
"No no, I want to hear you." He said, his voice sultry and demanding.
A little off guard by the sudden permission. She wondered where she ever got it in her head to be self conscious in the first place.
He closed his mouth over that sweet spot again and this time she didn't hold back. A airy gasping sound of pleasure sounded from her as she moved her hips into the sensation.
And this seemed to only incite Nacho's eagerness to wring out more from her.
She was balanced on one leg, gripping the car door for support. Or maybe a tether to keep herself from lifting off the ground. With each time his tongue moved against her, it drove her further up to her tippy toes. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get addicted to it.
"Ignacio." She was barely able to make words.
He moved his tongue against her again and it practically made her see stars.
"Should I stop?" He asked, a mischievous look in his eye and he moved a finger around inside her.
"No." She licked her lips, like trying to wake them up in order to speak properly over the fog he'd put her in. "It's just… I've wanted you all night."
With his free hand he pulled out the protection from his pocket. He popped up to his feet but left his fingers inside of her as he leaned up against her. "I wanted you as soon as we left the parking lot of the upholstery shop."
Shelby couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah I know. It was super obvious. You're such a tease, You-"
Her words were cut off into a pleasurable gasp as he deepened his touch within her.
His eyes alight with playful devilry as he watched her reaction. The way her head tilted back and how his touch practically lifted her off the ground.
After she recovered, Shelby moved her lips to his ear, "show me," she said softly, "what you really wanted to show me when we were playing pool."
At this he put his hands on her hips and flipped her around. He pressed himself up against her back side and the sensation sent a surge of energy she didn't know she had down to her toes.
She put out a hand on the roof to brace herself as he pinned her against the car.
His leg moved forward, pushing sideways against hers as he slowly dragged her foot across the ground, opening her stance.
The only sound besides the jingling of his belt buckle as it dragged across the floor of the garage, was her racing heart.
She pushed against him and Nacho leaned against her with equal force.
With one hand he swept the loose hair off one shoulder, and he moved his mouth to her skin, first with a firm kiss. Then his lips pulled back and he began biting at her. Almost too hard. Tonight he had less restraint than he'd shown in the past. And sent thrilling reminders of exactly what they'd done that night in the rain.
His other hand reached down and he slowly dragged himself against the skin between her legs.
Her body, slick with anticipation, and she arched her back with bated breath.
Forgetting all the chaos of the evening between when he was pressed up behind her at the pool table to now, she wanted to chase this sensation until she was doubled over and out of breath.
He paused only briefly then slid himself inside her.
Shelby let out another gasp of pleasure as they joined. The warm filling sensation he gave her was exactly as decadent as she'd remembered.
His hand in her hair moved down to her shoulder, squeezing it firm as he held her in place and pushed deeper inside.
A deep pleasing sound came from his throat and he slowly withdrew.
"Is that all you got?" Shelby turned her head back giving him a sultry reassuring smile.
Abruptly he leaned forward, firmly pushing into her again. Flattening her against the glass of the back window and the passenger door.
Rocked forward she stabilized herself with a hand on the roof of the car. It practically pressed the air out of her lungs but when he moved away again she couldn't help but feel disappointed. "I didn't save our lives for you to go easy on me."
"Just learning what you like." His arm coiled around her, across her chest and squeezing her shoulder with a tight grip. He was anchoring her in place as he pressed up into her again.
Almost launched forward by the force she struggled to keep her balance. A yummy sound escaped her lips and she couldn't help but throw her head back, taking in a deep breath.
Suddenly a stinging sensation accompanied the slap he gave to her ass as he quickened his pace. Deep undulating movements, sharp quick breaths unable to keep up with the thrilling exertion.
She was savoring all the delicious fiery feeling as roiling waves of heat crested inside her.
If he hadn't been squeezing her so tight she surely would have collapsed to the floor in a puddle of bliss.
She was fully pressed up against the car and his hand slipped forward pulling her hips away from it.
"Get back over here." His voice was dark and he squeezed her towards him again.
Teeth bit into her shoulder and his fingers simultaneously began stroking that sweet place between her legs.
A thick heat began to boil inside her, expanding through her body with every pulse. Every panting breath. Every brace against the delightful power moving behind her.
Then, a sinful idea crossed her mind. Moving under the arm that was anchoring her shoulders, she slowly repositioned until his forearm was around her neck. She reached up, tugging at his bicep.
Compliant he shifted forward, moving his body right up against hers. Compressing her into the door frame she put a hand on his elbow and moved his arm so it was constraining around her neck. Choking her slightly.
Something about being at the mercy of a man so powerful and dark sent her body on overdrive. He squeezed her lightly and when she let out a full moan of pleasure his positioning was more self assured.
Resting a hand on his forearm as he held it against her, she squeezed her fingers into his skin. Letting him know it, and more, was exactly what she wanted.
Nacho pressed into her again and it became clear they were both quickly reaching that peaked high together.
Waves of pleasure were building inside her, any second they would be too much not to let cascade through her body.
His breath was hot steam between her shoulder blades, and the beading sweat on their skin did little to keep them cool.
Inside the heat of the garage, the cold desert night couldn't touch them.
That roiling ache inside her was flaring into emboldened need. And per Nacho's request she made it audible how close she was to tipping over that edge.
His grip around her tightened again and an exuberant noise from exertion and pleasure sounded from him as he bit into the back of her shoulder, moving hungrily up the back of her neck.
Lifting her chin and turning to face him, giving his soft lips access to whatever they wanted.
He moved his tongue over her pulse point in the same pattern of his stroking fingers.
Her gasp of satisfaction was cut off as she tipped up over the ledge. Rolling waves of pleasure crashed over her like a dam breaking. In fact, she felt a wetness move down her leg as the muscles inside her contracted over and over.
Shuddered breath of sweet release as she couldn't help but close her eyes and get swept away by it.
Nacho kept her secure against himself as she arched up to her toes, still keeping his rhythm of action on her body.
With a deep battle cry, he toppled over that sweet ledge of climax too, but didn't stop his movements until he was sure she was finished.
Breathing as if she'd just run for her life, she leaned back resting against Nacho.
He slowly released his grip from around her, resting his hand on the roof of the car for support.
It felt like all her muscles had been one clenched fist and suddenly relaxed all at once. Her body wanted to crumple to the floor and she took several deep breaths to steady herself.
Realizing she'd just made her own kind of mess, she was immediately a little ashamed and flustered. Her cheeks flushed more than they were already. "I'll, um. Help clean this up."
He smiled and leaned his forehead against her shoulder, panting heavily. "No. Don't be embarrassed. I'm honored." He gently placed both hands on her shoulders, giving them a little massage as he gently kissed the back of her neck. "Just when I think I have you figured out."
"I've gotta keep you on your toes somehow." She gave a sheepish smile back and pushed the sweaty hair from her face.
Nacho moved his lips gently across the back of her shoulders, trailing light kisses between catching his breath.
Inhaling deeply through her nose a few times she felt her body start to return to normal.
Feet feeling like they were made of cement, her knees wobbled as she turned to face him. "Is it bad that I'm hungry again?"
His face was deep concentration as he stared into the middle distance.
"Hey. Where'd you go?" She gently put a finger to his chin and guided his gaze back to her.
His dark eyes flicked onto hers. Taking a deep breath his nostrils flared briefly before he said with an earnest yet foreboding tone. "Thank you for saving my life."
She couldn't help but smile back at him, his self serious nature was sometimes a little amusing. "I'd do it again too. I chose us, remember?"
He seemed to mull this over in his mind a moment before scooping up her clothes from the ground. "Order whatever take out you want. I just need an hour to make some calls. If you like, you can stay."
"Oh." She hesitantly took the clothes from his hands. "Well, I'll need a new shirt. Since you kinda ripped the one I brought." She tried keeping her tone light.
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through it he said. "Pull whatever you want from the closet."
The closet. The closet with the big black safe she had found so disconcerting. But was now being given permission to see and go near it. "Thanks, I'll probably take a shower too if that's okay?"
"Sure thing." He held the phone to his ear and immediately began rattling Spanish with a quick angry tone to whoever was on the other end. He turned and abruptly walked inside.