"Keep the cred, I'm not letting this puppy leave my hands." Rafa said in Spanish as he wired over the rest of the money for the rifle and the bullets. The transaction complete, he nodded to Pablo.
"I'll come watch the fights, maybe place some bets. You know, I had some hand to... paw with that cat. They ain't so tough but damned they can be quick. Should be really entertaining."
He walked towards his bike, got on. Its engine started, growling in the night. He shouted to Critter in English, his Spanish accent was a thicker than it had been before. "You need an escort getting out of Chulos turf or think you can manage?"
He hadn't thought Critter would be satisfied with her part of the cut but she hadn't complained. She'd showed him respect on his his own turf. It had earned her some credit with him.