Papá?

SAMIRA's POV

I ignore the blush tinting my cheeks and press the gun harder on El Macho's head. "Tie them up" I tell the three of them. "Samira you're my actual queen." Jason bows. I chuckle and wink at him. "Where's the rope?" Blake asks one of them. "Lo siento, Señor El Macho" he looks at Macho man with tears in his eyes and points at a closet at the end of the room. Wow man tears make me sad.

"Holy shit!" Blake exclaims. He turns around with four big guns in his hands. "Uh uh Mister I am definitely not touching a gun. Not in this life." Sandra shudders. Blake puts them back, shuddering and gets to work.

After everyone's hands and legs are tied up and have their guns and knives taken away, I tie up El Macho to his throne. "El Muchacho, not so Macho now are you?" Jason hops around him giggling like a fat kid in Candyland. "Puta." Macho man grumbles. "Yeah puta your head somewhere other than you phat ass" he wiggles his butt on Macho's face. Even the mafia men control their laughter.

"What now?" Sandra asks. Well good question. Its around two-thirty in the morning and we need to check where we are soo we can reach the hotel. We have a twenty one hour flight so sleep's not a problem. " Let's - " I start but I get rudely interrupted by some random dude.

"SUMMER IN THE CITY

SING IT TO ME BABY

DO DO DO DOOOOO"

Let me tell you something. I know that I've been alive for only seventeen years but I've never seen something like this before.

A thirty something looking buff man enters the lair with HUGE headphones on, dancing like he has two left feet. He finally decides to open his eyes and they meet my flabbergasted ones.

A high pitch scream fills the room and all of us flinch for probably the twentieth time tonight. "SAMIRA" he screams pointing at me. His eyes fall on Jason "AY JASON!" he yells pointing at him. "BLAKE Y SANDRA!!?" poor dude looks like he'll faint.

He looks at Macho man and lets out another shriek. Jesus at this rate he'd probably scare the ghosts roaming around. "AY NO PAPÁ" he tries to run towards us but Blake stops him. "Papa?" I look at Macho man, questioningly. "Unfortunately" he says, shaking his head.

"I am a big fan! I came to see UEFA Opening just to see you guys perform. I am El Bombón, your biggest fan." the thirty year old cries. Literally cries. We are surprised at his perfect English grammar.

"Hi El Baboon, nice to meet you!" Jason cheers and now El Macho starts wailing.

"MY SON NAME BOMBÓN AY DIOS" he sobs. "It's okay papá." I pat Macho's back and wipe his tears with the side of his shirt. As I've told before, man tears get me.

He looks at me through his tears. "Papá?" And gives me a toothy smile. I almost start crying because he reminds me so much of my grandfather.

I sob. "Mija, a partir de ahora eres mi hija" (mija- daughter) he says patting my head with his shoulder.

"What the fuck just happened?" Blake's voice booms. "Don't talk to papá like that" I shut him up. I untie papá.

"Let's us celebratos!" Macho papá yells and the mafiabois scream too. We untie all of them.

That's how we ended up having a dance party with the mafia. At three in the morning.

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The jeep finally stops in front of our hotel. I pat Blake, who is drooling on my shoulder. What a beautiful fool. I laugh and he stirs awake.

"Oh thank god we're here." I rubs his eyes. We get off and I look at papá, who steps down too. I nod at the three of them, signalling them to go ahead.

"Call me sometimes, mija. I am miss you niño." He hugs me. "Goodbye papá. We will meet again." I tell him. "Pinky promise?" He extends his pinky at me and I wrap my own around his. Some kind of Macho he is, making pinky promises like that.

"You! Come here" he points at Blake who still hasn't left. "Go ahead Mija I want to talk to this boy" he ruffles my hair and I step aside, confused.

He grabs Blake's shirt and pulls him close. He whispers something into his ears and Blake's eyes widen. He gulps and nods and El Macho gives him a sweet smile.

"What was that about?" I ask Him when he comes to me. "He threatened to stick my peepee on my head and make me a unicorn if I don't treat you properly" Blake shudders and I laugh. Why would he threaten him? I shake my head.

I walk into the hotel, giving El Macho a last wave. He maybe a dangerous Mafia man for anyone else but he's a warm teddy bear. I'm really gonna miss the big guy.

I laugh at the memory of El Bomboń getting super pumped about having me as a sister. He was stuck to Blake and Jason like glue. He kept winking at them and swaying his hips to catch their attention. At one point Jason just hid behind Sandra for half an hour. I call him Elmo because of his red hair and the way his name sounds. I love having a gay brother.

I sigh in relief when I see the time is only six, giving me enough time to rest and shower before leaving.

This was one hell of a night and all I can think about is

My mom would kill me if she knew. But hey, at least we're still alive.