Chapter 299: Christian

Life is pain. Anyone who says any different is selling something.

~Westley in The Princess Bride

"No se puede confiar en las gringas. Hermosas pero traicioneras," Tío Nicolás slurred.

You can't trust white girls. Pretty but treacherous.

Even as Christian drove his fist into his uncle's nose again, feeling the crunch of it satisfying beneath his knuckles, he could only hope that Carla hadn't been spending too much time on her Duolingo app. It was bad enough that his uncle was a drunk. It was bad enough that his uncle fell off the front porch of the house and into a table of food and drink. It was bad enough that Christian was punching his uncle during a family dinner.

The love of his life didn't need to hear his uncle's asshole view of her too.