MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

RIDE THE WILD WIND

Kevin was the kind of person who the more you gave, the more he wanted. Enzo gave up on the task of getting him a job and decided he could be his own arm candy. So he could be into everybody's pie to make him happy. It was a big mistake. At the end he meddled so much that he tried to make Duncan's job and overstepped his bounds, something that his loyal friend didn't please.

- You are crazy, mentally sick, did you know? -Kevin started to scream while Enzo applied his night cream on his face in front of the bathroom mirror-. I'm not to blame you can't get on well with the director.

- You don't have a fucking idea about anything around a shooting, ok? You aren't ready to take a view about that or anything else. Keep your fucking opinions to you.

- I know you need me to relax you -he said with his beautiful mischievous smile.

- Oh, fuck off -he pushed him apart to getting out the bathroom, wrapping his robe-kimono around his body-. I just gotta make a call and I have already my relaxing prescription in my dressing room.

- What do you mean with that?

- What I've just said, my love. Don't be obtuse.

- What?

- I gotta go to bed. I want to sleep my four hours. The argument is over.

- I haven't finished, damn you. Come here.

Seeing Enzo turned around his heels and unmoved with his always elegant like panther walking, moved to the bedroom without hearing him, he flew in anger. He pulled him by his arm.

- Where do you think you're going? Don't leave me cutting off.

- Your words are rubbish most of the time.

- You are cheating on me with half the state, aren't you?

- When would I do that? I got you stick around me like a fucking crab all day long. And now leave me sleep.

- Noooo! You aren't going anywhere till you clear me up what I mean for you.

- Do you want me to tell you? An schizophrenic asshole. Good night.

Kevin then, driven by feral rage, started to punch the wall just a few inches from his face. Enzo stared at him frightened with his big dark eyes, wide open. It was like he was possessed.

- What are you doing? You're gonna wake up Duncan.

Kevin roared like a real wild beast attacking again the wall.

- He's all that you want, isn't he? You love him.

- Of course I love him, you idiot. I love a lot of people, fucking neurotic.

Kevin grabbed him by his neck tightly while Enzo turned against him. Despite his thin and slender body, Enzo had the power and speed of a boxer. To defend himself from his strangling, he scratched his face from his forehead to his neck, leaving him two well marks from which it started to bleed. It worked out and he let him go instantly but before that like a rabid dog, grabbed his left hand and bit him with all his might. Enzo this time let out a painful yell. Then Duncan running out of his bedroom, as he was, wearing only his pants and his unruly curly hair around his face.

- Enzo, what's going on here? God, you have your hand filled with blood. Kevin...

- Fuck off you two. I'm leaving.

- Come on, let's go to the bathroom to clean it. Does it hurt?

- What do you think, honey?

- My God, what did it happen here?