(GRIEGO COUSINS #1)
Seven years after his mother's tragic death, Angelus Griego's father, Simon Griego, made a life-changing decision to marry a wealthy businesswoman with a troubled past and a sick child. Angelus, known for his charm, intelligence...
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"If you only listened to Izkael, this would never happen. How many times do I have to tell you that you have to watch your temper?" Gunther's solemn tone made everyone still inside the room.
I just sat on the hospital bed, leaning on the headboard, and stared at Gunther blankly. I didn't want to believe what happened. When I felt the pain in my eye, I disregarded it because I was livid. And it wasn't in my mind that it would be dangerous.
Ilang beses nang napuruhan ang mga mata ko noon, kaya akala ko ay parehas lang ito ng mga nangyari sa akin dati. But now, here I am, injured and mutilated.
"You should've left everything to Valhalla members when Farida was taken by Izkael and had your eye checked in the ER. I didn't think you'd be that retarded, Angelus."
"Stop talking like you wouldn't do the same thing if something similar happened to Serena. Did you just come here to scold me? I'm too tired for that." Kunot ang noong sabi ko at tinuro ang iba pang mga narito sa silid ko. "And what are these men for? Do you think I need shit like them just because I lost my other eye?"
"You need them. Ristan Escalante's whereabouts are still unknown—"
"I don't need a single shit from you. Remove them or I'm going to kill them all." I interrupted him intently, looking at him with pure peril dancing in my eyes. "I am not in the fucking mood to tolerate anything right now. So if you're not as retarded as me, kick those guys out and yourself from here."
He glanced at the goons he brought, and just like that, they left the room. Gunther's gunmetal eyes darted at me, solemn and brooding.
"You know the consequences of everything you've done. I don't think I can defend you to the family," he seriously said.
"Who said I needed your defense? I don't need anything," I said, irritated.
He nodded and marched toward the door. I gritted my teeth, leashing the barking darkness that was trying to escape from me. I've been in a shitty mood since Papa visited me here.
After that talk with him, he left without saying anything. I didn't want to hear more from him either. Hindi ko gusto ang mga sinabi niya at mas lalong hindi ko magugustuhan kung magsasalita pa siya.
Losing the ability to see in my right eye gives me mixed feelings. I don't really know what to feel. Am I scared? No. Did I regret anything? Not, either. Do I feel okay? Absolutely not. I feel like shit.
I am not scared or regretful, but losing an eye is fucking hard. I don't think everything will be normal after this.
Kung kaya ko lang, lumabas na agad ako ng ospital na ito para magsimulang hanapin ang lalaking gusto kong burahin sa mundo. But because of my broken arm and injured eye, I had to stay here for a bit longer.
