OPLAN: Catch the Abusive Father (5)

I gave Diego one last punch before I pushed myself up, and walked away from him. Dusting my hands off like I just touched a very filthy thing. Then, I mockingly looked at my father, a sarcastic smile on my face. 

"What's with that look?" 

He was hilarious. He really saw himself as one of those noble lords. He even wore those…what do you call them? A fur-lined cloak that draped over one shoulder, and tailored black breeches tucked into his polished leather boots. 

Shaking my head, I suggested with a laugh, "Nice outfit, Lord of the Renaissance Faire. You should have gone all out. Maybe add a rapier, a ruffled collar, and, oh, definitely one of those pompous feathered capes that scream I own peasants for a living. Or better yet, a powdered wig and a golden goblet."

Sergio walked forward with a serious face. He eyed Diego who was wiping the blood on his face. 

Diego stood firm, bowing at his presence.