Page 3 of Enzo
Kicking my shoes off, I wander into the kitchen and find my father standing at the counter, a plate of something in front of him.
My father is a big man—tall, stocky, and even years into his retirement from being a bodyguard, he’s still in shape. Most people would probably be intimidated by the large Italian man who worked for one of the most notorious mafia organizations this side of the country. Me? I’ve always just seen him as my safe space. Even when I figured out I liked boys rather than girls, he was the first person I told, because I knew he wouldn’t judge me.
I, like most of my siblings, may look more like my mother, but it’s my father I aspire to emulate.
“Whatcha got there?” I ask as I cross the space between us.
“They’re supposed to be peanut butter blossoms,” he says slowly.
“Oooh, cookies!” Without thinking any harder about it, I reach out and grab one, shoving the thing in my mouth.
Instant regret. Papa laughs at the look of betrayal I shoot him before handing me a paper towel to spit the offending dry and crumbly mess into. “What the hell was that?” I ask as I head to the fridge for a much-needed drink.
“Your sister made them,” he says between laughter.
I stare at him in horror. “You let me just shove it into my mouth!”
Papa laughs harder. “That was the best part! You didn’t ask any questions, just went ‘oh, cookie!’ and shoved it in!”
I glare at him. “I hate you.”
While Papa tries and fails to put himself together, I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and try to wash the dry grittiness from that poor excuse for a cookie out of my mouth. My sister is amazing at many things, but none of them involve being in the kitchen.
“Why the hell do you have those?” I ask, gesturing to the offensive things. “Were you just waiting for one of us to come along so you can get your kicks?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “No, Lara dropped them off a little while ago and I was about to throw them out before you decided to put life and limb on the line.”
I make a face and grab the plate, glad it’s a paper one so I have no guilt dumping the whole thing in the trash. Though I one hundred percent would have tossed one of the good plates, because no. Just…no.
“Was she trying to poison you?”
Papa shrugs. “She wanted to try something new. Give her a break.”
“No, no I will not.” Whipping out my phone, I type out a text and send it via the family group chat.
KAIL
Almost died today because Lara decided to bake the driest cookies to ever dry.
Papa laughs as he reads the text and his response has me glaring at him.
PAPA
Funniest shit I’ve seen all week
VIC
Damn! Too bad you didn’t video it, would have loved to see K’s face!
PAPA
It all happened too fast!
LARA
They’re not that bad!
KAIL
