(20) Despedida and The Elders
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The talk actually worked. I didn’t know what they agreed on but when my mates came back late at night. I’m relieved to see their irritated faces because at least there was no blood. No one was harmed.
“How was it?” I say while setting the table and they plop down on their usual seats. They gave me their usual responses of Damiano rolling his eyes and Drake looking like he wanted to gag.
“Before we argue about that, isn’t it my job to cook for this family?” Drake grumbles. He makes a pointed look at my hands with the bruises. I held on to the knife too much giving my palms bruises and my fingers red and raw.
There is a low growl that emanated in Damiano’s growl once he noticed it too. I smile sheepishly feeling like a kid caught red handed stealing co
