Nothing Above You

Nineteen

Enzo Marcelo

"Mateo?" I look at him as he sits at the counter. Many empty glass sit in front of him as he takes another glass from the waiter. He lazily grabs the glass and chugs it down.

A man sits by him and tries to stop him but Mateo doesn't listen. Instead he takes another glass and chugs it down like it's water. The curly head boy runs his hand in Mateo's hair and he lets him do that. Looking at the them, I feel my heart drop in my chest as I forget to breath.

A string of pain strikes through my heart and I feel like someone had just ripped my stomach out of my body.

Seeing him sit there, with someone else makes my heart ache. As much as I want to go to him, talk to him, stop him from drinking, my feet are tied to the ground with my own words. How am I supposed to go to him when I'm the one who pushed him away.

I gulp as I eye them from afar. It's all I can do now. I'm no one in his life. I never was. And never can be. All I can do now is to see him from far away.

He deserves so much better than me. He smiles at the boy and I clench my jaw, shaking in desperation as I look at him. He is just so pure and innocent. The beautiful smile that he passes to the boy next to him, melts my heart and I feel like I'm not me anymore. I feel my heart pounding in my chest for no reason at all.

He is smiling like that with someone else, not me. And that person can never be.

Oh, how I wish I was someone who could treat you better.

"Leo is not alone. Max is here with his men as well." I hear Maria speak in my ear but my eyes are too focused on Mateo.

Max?

My eyes widen at the sudden realization of what is going to happen. Dangerous always comes in a package with Max.

"Excuse me." I excuse myself from the lady and walk towards Mateo. Nothing except his safety matters to me right now.

My big strides don't stop even when I bump into people. My heart beats loudly in my chest as my only priority is Mateo. My mind is full of him and I don't hate a single bit of it. "Mr. Marcelo?" The boy looks at me with his wide eyes when I reach them. I furrow my eyebrows and tilt my head in confusion.

Do I know him?

"Oh. I'm Anthony. My father is a friend of your father." He replies with a smile as if he understood what I had in my mind. "You know him?" I ask looking at Mateo. He looks at Mateo who now has his arm wrapped around Anthony. He lazily stands, clinging to the boy. He is too drunk to even know that I'm here.

"Oh, Mateo? Yeah he is.." before the boy can complete his sentence, chaos is everywhere in the club. I turn around to look at the situation. Men in white coat walk in holding guns in their hands as people run out of the club, screaming and shouting for their lives.

"Take him out of here." I demand facing the boy whose face is now pale. He nods immediately and I take my gun out to cover both of them.
"Keep him safe, if something happens to Mateo, I WILL come for you." I growl in anger and frustration. This was not supposed to happen.

How did it all come to this?

The boy wraps his both arms around Mateo and drags him towards the back exit. I eye them as they walk towards the exit.

"Got ya' there." A man speaks and before I can see him, he pulls the trigger. The bullet touches my biceps cutting my coat and skin. It leaves a scratch and blood starts to stream down. I hiss at the sudden pain but keep my balance.