Enzo
It was still around 4 a.m., so we went back to sleep. We woke up again at around 6 a.m. While Cardo was in the bathroom, I changed my clothes. I stood shirtless in front of the mirror, combing my hair with my fingers, when Cardo came out of the washroom and stood beside me to check his look.
"What's that?" he asked.
"What?" I replied, curious.
"That scar near your chest," Cardo said.
I realized he was talking about the scar I got from being shot. It was still there, and I didn't like it. I didn't like when people noticed it.
"Oh, I got shot," I said.
"What? Are you joking right now?" Cardo asked, smirking. He didn't believe me.
"I'm serious," I insisted.
"Who the hell shot you?" he asked, still disbelieving.
"Papa," I replied. There was a time I hid everything from everyone, afraid of being punished by Papa for revealing what went on inside the mansion. But now, I wasn't scared of him anymore, and besides, Cardo was family. His smile faded, and his face turned serious.
"Yo, you're kidding, right?" he asked, looking at me with a stunned expression.
"If you don't believe me, ask him," I said firmly, not wanting to repeat myself.
"Enzo," he said, turning me to face him. "Is this a joke?" he asked again.
"No, man. I just told you who shot me," I said.
I walked away from him, grabbed one of my shirts, and quickly put it on. "Okay, no more questions about the scars," I said to Cardo, who was still looking at me, confused.
"What happened after that, and why did he do it?" he asked.
"After that, I ended up in the hospital. He did it because he was aiming for my bodyguard, and I jumped in the way," I explained.
"So it was a mistake?" he said.
"I don't care if it was a mistake or not. He shot me. He didn't have to go after my bodyguard," I replied.
"Why the hell did you try to save your bodyguard? He's the one who's supposed to protect you," he said. I didn't answer.
"Forget it. Let's just go out," I said, trying to drop the subject.
"I can't believe Tio Gerardo would do something like that," he said, tossing the towel he'd been using onto the bed as he changed clothes.
"Dude, can't you see I'm standing right here?" I muttered, looking away. What a shameless idiot.
"Yo, what's wrong? Haven't you ever done sports at school?" Cardo laughed.
"No," I said, still looking away, feeling embarrassed.
"Okay, I'm done," he said a few minutes later.
"Don't ever do that again," I snapped, walking out of the room. "Learn some manners, idiot."
He just laughed in response.
"Alright, what should we do today?" I asked Cardo.
"We could hit the beach or go to the club again," he suggested.
"That's all we've got?" I asked.
"You haven't even had any fun with the Spanish girls yet," he grinned.
