I threw back the covers in a flurry and tiptoed across the room to the side of the door. If someone was going to come and get me, I wasn’t going to be sitting in bed waiting for them.

I pressed my shoulder against the wall by the door and assessed my options.

I had Hector’s cell phone in my hand. This was lame.

I could get one of his boots. I could seriously clobber someone with one of Hector’s boots.

Or I could get one of my spiked heels. I could poke someone in the eye with the spiked heel. That would sting.

On that thought, I heard raised voices, Hector’s and a female’s. They were yelling at each other in Spanish. Although this was yelling, it was not bad vibe yelling, it was irritated yelling.

I took a deep breath and crept out the door, down the hall and the yelling kept going, mostly the female.

I made it to the top of the stairs and looked down.

There was a light on and Hector was standing at the foot of the stairs, his back to me, the King Skull on display, a gun held loosely in his hand.

In front of him were three Hispanic women. One of them (the one yelling who was also gesticulating wildly with her arms) was short and gorgeous. She looked like a younger, less round but no less fiery version of Blanca.

A relative.

I let out a breath and put my hand holding the cell phone to my chest.

The minute I did her eyes lifted to the stairs, she stopped yelling and her mouth dropped open.

I wanted to turn and run back to the bed, pull the covers over my head and wait until Hector got back.

Instead, New Sadie clicked into place, took her hand from her chest, waved the cell phone at the woman and called, “Hi.”

Hector twisted and looked up at me. I watched him bite his bottom lip and as I’d never seen him do that before I didn’t know whether he was biting back a smile or annoyance.

I took in a deep breath and walked down the stairs.

All three women watched me descend, all of them had their mouths hanging open.

I thought this was bizarre. Hector was Hispanic Hottie, he’d nearly been married to Belinda. It wasn’t like he’d never had a woman at his house.

Hector stepped to the side when I got to the bottom and I stopped next to him.

“Sadie, this is my sister Gloria. Gloria, Sadie,” Hector introduced us when I came to a halt.

So this was Catfight, Rough Up Belinda Gloria.

I couldn’t help it, I smiled at her.

Her eyes bugged out.

Now, this was bizarre too.

Hector rapped out something in terse Spanish and Gloria blinked.

Then she said to me, “It’s just like Mamá said, you do look like a fairy princess.”

Oh. That again.

I shrugged.

Eyes still on me, she breathed, “Dios mio, please tell me it’s just a little hard to be that beautiful.”

I stared at her, not knowing how to react.

On the one hand, what she said was really sweet and that made me feel nice.

On the other hand, it was more than “just a little hard” to look like me because looking like me made me a Balducci Brothers Target of Terror.

On this thought, of their own accord, my fingers started toward the scar on my cheek and for some reason when I did this, Hector’s body gave off his angry electric current and it began snapping around the room.

His arm slid around my shoulders and he tucked my front into his side. His other hand came up, his fingers wrapped around my raised wrist and he pulled my hand to his chest. While he did this, he barked low, angry Spanish words at his sister.

She shook her head then nodded and, her face going a bit pale, she said, “I’m sorry, Sadie. I didn’t think.”

So, Gloria knew what happened to me too.

This time, I mentally shrugged. It was way harder than the fairy princess thing but I was getting used to it too.

“Please, don’t worry about it,” I said softly.

Finally, she gave me a small, hesitant grin, turned and gestured to the two girls behind her. “These are my girls, Ines and Tia.”

I looked at them, they were smiling at me and both were nearly as pretty as Gloria (but not quite) and finally I said, “Hi.”

They said, “Hi,” back.

I was feeling weird then I realized this was because I was standing in Hector’s t-shirt, tucked in Hector’s side, in the middle of the night, with Hector’s sister and her two friends in Hector’s living room.

I wondered briefly why Hector’s sister would break into her brother’s house in the middle of the night but I decided it was none of my business. I didn’t have siblings, who knew how they acted? Maybe this was normal.

I put my hand holding the cell phone around Hector’s waist and waited for someone to say something. No one did.

So I tried to figure out what was the nice thing to do in this situation and I settled on asking, “Should I make coffee?”

“Fuck no,” Hector said immediately.

This jerked Gloria out of her Sadie Daze and she started snapping in Spanish at Hector.

Hector listened for about half a second then interrupted (thankfully, in English), “Gloria, no f**kin’ way are you and the girls sittin’ in my hot tub at f**kin’ one o’clock in the f**kin’ morning.”

Hector had a hot tub?

“We’ll be quiet,” Gloria assured him.

“I don’t give a f**k. What’s in your head, breakin’ into my house in the middle of the night? I could have shot you, for f**k’s sake,” Hector replied sharply.

“Mamá said you’ve been spendin’ the night at Sadie’s. We didn’t think you’d be here,” Gloria responded.

Blanca knew Hector was spending the night at my house?

How? Why? Again, how?

“That makes it okay?” Hector shot back, breaking into my crazed thoughts.

“You aren’t using it!” Gloria snapped back.

“Jesus,” Hector muttered, obviously at a loss to come up with a retort against his sister’s (I had to admit) bizarre logic.

“Maybe I should make coffee,” I broke in, trying to be peacemaker.

“Maybe Gloria, Ines and Tia should get their Mexican asses out of my f**kin’ house,” Hector didn’t feel like allowing me to make peace.

Thus began a hot-blooded, Mexican-American sibling stare down that was so scorching, I felt even the latent Ice Princess shy away.

New Sadie, however, felt like marching straight into the fire.