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Chapter 4

I woke up to the sound of beeping and I cursed my alarm again. I quickly switched it off before it could wake up the rest of the occupants of the apartment and changed into my sweats. I hurried out of the door, after quickly deciding that I'd have breakfast when I got back. I grabbed my gun and tucked it the back of my, put my cell in my pocket along with my mp3 and plugged the tiny earphones into my ears. Luckily I was one of the lucky few who actually have ears that hold the damn things. I've seen a lot of people struggle to put them in and end up buying big fat headphones dj's wear.

I feel sorry for those people.

(A.N: I AM ONE OF THESE PEOPLE!)

I ran down the stairs and out of the building doing a few stretches outside before I continued on my way, jogging all around town.

Nobody really recognized me. They just looked at me, frowned, shook there heads in disbelief and continued with what they were doing originally. I stopped short suddenly when realization washed over me.

Rex

He hadn't been fed. My baby was gonna starve. I am such a bad hamster mommy.

I turned off my mp3 and pulled out my cell.

'Hola?' came a familiar voice. (Hello?)

'Hola Amia, que tal?' (Hello Amia, how are you?)

'Oh, Steph, muy bien, usted y?' (Oh, Steph, I'm fine, and you?)

'Soy regular. Mi Rex –' (I'm ok. My Rex-)

'Por supuesto, me ocuparé de él.' (Of course. I will take care of him.)

I raised my eyebrows at the phone, 'Usted es perfecto! Muchos Gracias!' I said (You are perfect! Thank you very much!)

'No problemo chica. Hasta Luego!' (No problem girlfriend. Goodbye!)

'Ciao bambino.' (Bye baby)

(a.n this is actually Italian, but I like the phrase so I just put it in)

'Adios, Nina!' (Bye girl!)

I grinned and hung up. I looked up to see a familiar set of chocolate brown eyes looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I screeched and hugged Joe tight.

'Cupcake not so tight!' he said in a strangled voice. I pulled away grinning and looked at the dog beside him, 'Hey Bob, miss me?'

Bob tilted his head to the side slightly and I laughed; he hadn't changed a bit.

I looked Joe up and down and raised an eyebrow; neither had Joe. He was still the sexy Italian Stallion that he was before I left, his hair was still mussed and unkempt; he still had the nicest ass in Trenton. He grinned at me and looked me up and down, staring at me.

I cleared my throat slightly when he wouldn't stop staring.

He looked up into my eyes and smiled a cheeky smile so I punched him in the arm playfully, 'Joe quit it.'

He rubbed his shoulder, 'Oww…shit, since when have your fists been made out of lead?'

I laughed, 'So, how are you?'

'I'm great, how are you? Except speaking Spanish as though you were a born Spaniard.'

I blushed slightly, 'I just picked it up in Spain. I'm fine; I've come to see Mary Lou.'

He nodded slightly, his face turned serious and I felt guilt well up inside me.

'Joe, I'm sorry I didn't visit and phone you.'

'You should be. You could have died and I wouldn't know.'

'Yeah well…I've been a little busy.'

'What could you possibly have done that was more important than contacting me?'

I sighed, 'Nothing, there's no excuse. I'm sorry.' I said sincerely.

He nodded and kissed me on the forehead, 'I know.'

We both looked at each other for a minute until he broke the silence.

'Well, drop by while you're here so we can catch up.'

I nodded, 'Damn straight. I've gotta go so I'll see you around.'

I speeded off replacing my mp3 in my ears as I ran. I ran all the way to Vinnie's to see Lula and Connie but stopped short when I saw a familiar black Porsche parked up next to a familiar firebird. I bit my lip and went around the back to the garage. I looked inside searchingly. I wondered whether it was still there. It had been a while. I pulled off an old sheet of a large object and grinned. Bingo.

I pulled the bike out of the garage and grabbed the helmet that sat next to it. I slipped it on and drove the bike onto the street.

Frankly, I was quite disturbed that no-one had rushed out of the office because I had basically stolen a vehicle but I continued driving down main towards the local weaponry shop. I pulled up and heard familiar voices speaking rapidly in Spanish.

'Damn, she is hot!' (Maldición, ella es caliente)

Lester Santos said in Spanish, as I parked up. He would die if he knew who he was talking about.

'Les you know you shouldn't speak- WOAH she is fine!' sepa que usted no debe hablar - el woah que ella está muy bien

Bobby Brown said in Spanish, 'Now there is a mother I'd like to-' (Ahora hay una madre que quisiera a)

I cut in before he could finish, without taking my helmet off I turned to them and got off the bike, 'Excuse me but could you please refrain from using that kind of language about my body as if I were a common lush.' (Excúseme pero podría usted refrenarse por favor de usar eso bueno de lengua sobre mi cuerpo como si fuera un común lush)

They both looked at me with a mildly surprised expression, Les stepped forward, 'No intention to offend. Say your not from around here are you. Say, how bout I take you out, show you the views-' (Ninguna intención de ofenderse. Diga que sus no de alrededor aquí son usted. Diga, cómo el combate yo le toma hacia fuera, le demuestran las opinions)

he stopped short as I slowly lifted my helmet off an replaced it on the bike.

'Lester Santos, Bobby Brown. You should be ashamed.'

They both looked completely gob smacked.

I grinned, 'Feel a little differently now?' I said smiling.

They both had the decency to look ashamed, 'Steph, we really didn't know, and since when do you know Spanish?'

I didn't answer just replied sternly, 'You shouldn't speak of any woman like that.'

They both nodded their heads slightly, 'You sure look different…'

I raised an eyebrow, 'Keep looking at me like I'm a piece of meat and I'll…'

'What?' Lester questioned raising his eyebrows even further, 'Curse at us in Spanish?'

I didn't answer; I wanted to keep them on their toes, so I just walked past them into the shop smiling enigmatically.

TBC

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