Enzo
"Enzo, come here," Papa called to me. I hadn't known they were coming too—no one had told me. As I walked closer, I saw Tio Jandro and Tio Pablo talking with him.
Tio Jandro had dark hair and dark eyes like Papa, while Tio Pablo had brown hair and brown eyes. It was clear that Tio Pablo cared a bit too much about his appearance; he looked like he'd dressed to show off how handsome he was. Cardo also looked like his father, Pablo.
"This is my youngest son, Enzo. He was very young the last time you saw him," Papa said to them.
"Wow, he looks exactly like you, man," Tio Pablo said, hugging me tightly.
"How old are you now?" Tio Pablo asked.
"18," I replied.
"Oh, my son is also 18... I think," he said, looking around. "Hey, Cardo, are you 18 or 17?" he called out loudly.
"I'm 18," Cardo answered. He was talking with Raphy's half-sisters.
After that, I had to chat with my tios for a few minutes to keep them happy.
"Come on, man. You've talked with them enough. Let's go talk to Tio Jandro's sons. They're so full of themselves, though—they act like they come from some kind of royal family. Royal family of my butt," Cardo said, chuckling. I chuckled with him.
"Hey, Enrique! Do you know this dude?" Cardo asked a guy who looked around Louis's age. He was dressed pretty decently, and I could tell he was one of Tio Jandro's sons.
"This is Enzo. I know him," he said, looking at me.
"Oh, okay," Cardo replied.
"Then let's meet the other three," Cardo said to me, trying to pull me away.
"Hey, hey, where are you going? Let's talk," Enrique said to me.
"Well, no. He needs to meet everyone first," Cardo told him.
"Who the hell are you, his papa?" Enrique asked, smirking.
"We're buddies now," Cardo said, throwing his arm around my shoulder.
"In that case, be careful, Enzo," Enrique said to me. I looked at Cardo with confusion.
"Don't worry about him. He's an idiot," Cardo said.
Then Cardo introduced me to all the other important people, and we slipped outside the house, like it had all been planned beforehand. Raphy showed up out of nowhere to join us.
"Let's go," Cardo said, and the three of us climbed into his SUV.
Finally, we drove out through the gate.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Let's hit the beach. Here are some drinks," Cardo said, handing us each a bottle. Raphy and I took a sip.
Then we saw Cardo grab another bottle and start drinking while driving.
"Yo, what the hell are you doing?" Raphy asked, his voice tense with fear.
"What?" Cardo asked, sounding confused.
"Don't drink and drive, man," Raphy said, looking scared. Cardo started to laugh.
"Do you know how many times I've been in accidents while driving?" he said, still laughing. Raphy and I exchanged shocked looks.
"No," we both said.
