Christina danced wide of their table. Her castanets stopped clicking as she scooped up that hat with her money and started to run by their table. Mark grabbed her wrist jerking her into his lap, he kissed her on the lips. She jerked back fighting and slapping his face hard, first one side then the other. Mark drew back his hand to slap her and over a dozen guns were pointed his way, all cocked. “Gringo don you do that! No one touches our Christina an’ lives. You will now leave! Do not return it would be very bad you do.”