The rumble of bikes pulls me out of my thoughts. I'm in the shop cleaning up for the day. My heart is pounding.
"This is it. Juice ratted me out. Fucker"
"What was that dear."
"Nothing, Mr. Reyes"
"Now now dear, I told you it's felipe. Looks like we got company, " he says, smiling and walking to the door.

"Boys, so glad to see you," he says, hugging the two.
Two men, not sons, thank god Juice lives another day. Wait, bikers.
"Who we have here pops," one of the tall, dark, handsome men say.
"Where are my manners. Ez, Angel, this is Grace. Grace, these are my son's"
"Pop, you didn't say you needed help. We would have sent someone," Angel tells him
"Nonsense girl needed a job, so I helped her out."
"Were you from?" Ez asks me
Speechless
"Does she talk?" he wishers to his dad.
"Si. But not a lot. "
"Sorry, I've moved around a lot."
Sure, charming aint gonna go over well with them
"Come on, boys, steaks are waiting, Grace. You're fine to lock up."
"Yes, sir."
"See you tomorrow then," he says, walking out the door.
Angel is the last to leave and stops in the door to give me one final look
"Weird" soon as they are gone, I hurry to lock the door.