"You were hitting on the guy's wife," Cass retorted matter-of-factly, his gaze never leaving the road ahead of them. "If that were me, I would've been pretty pissed too."
"But it was harmless, though," Enzo insisted, sitting back up. "Ain't my fault she walked in on me like that."
Cass sighed, frowning slightly. "Look, you're just gonna have to be really careful," he warned. "Alex isn't a friendly guy to begin with. Givin' him a reason to hate ya is like pokin' a bear. You're gonna end up gettin' hurt."
"Bro, I'll be fine," Enzo stated, settling himself back against the window. "If worst comes to worst, I'll …show more content…
"Can you believe this sensitivity training bull?" he asked, throwing one hand up at the injustice of the whole ordeal.
"Actually," Cass replied, giving his friend a sideways glance, "This doesn't surprise me at all. In fact, I'm surprised they haven't done this sooner." “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Enzo snapped, turning and glaring up at Cass. “All I’m sayin’ is that you really oughtta think before you open your mouth sometimes,” Cass noted, shrugging nonchalantly. “You don’t really come off as the most friendly person all the time.” “Y’know what, I’m just gonna go,” Enzo grumbled, standing suddenly and storming off. As he went, he didn’t look anyone in the eye, nor did he glance back, not wanting to give anybody the satisfaction of seeing the hurt in his …show more content…
His heart sank somewhat when the caller ID told him it wasn’t Enzo calling. “Hey, ‘Mella,” he greeted the person on the other end of the line, trying to sound cheery despite the vague, gnawing worry building in his chest. “What’s up?” “Didja see what happened to ‘Zo?” Carmella asked frantically. “No,” Cass replied slowly, halting in his tracks. Suddenly, the worry he felt wasn’t so vague anymore. “What happened?” “He got jumped,” Carmella reported shakily. “Alex got him and I dunno what he did with him.” Time seemed to slow to a standstill. Cass felt almost as though his heart had stopped as he stared blankly down the hall, trying to process this new information. “Wha-?” he murmured, unable to bring himself to even pronounce the entire word through his shock. He shook his head, trying to regain at least some of his usual composure. “That- that’s impossible,” he stammered. “He wouldn’t let that happen. How…?” “I don’t remember exact details,” Carmella noted almost apologetically. “I… I’m actually kinda worried about him.” “And you don’t know where they went?” Cass clarified. “No,” Carmella answered sheepishly. “Sorry,