Diego De Luna, Over My Dead Body
"I will call him, Enz. Thank you."
"Not a problem, Mors. You take care, and regards to the team there." He chuckled.
"I only have one with me here, idiot." I jerked a smile.
"Yeah. I know—the stubborn Bleu. Keep an eye on him. He is weird, Mors."
I shook my head and strode slowly to check who was coming.
"Bleu is Bleuy, Enz... I can handle him." I smirked. "Cheers. Let's catch up soon. Arrivederci," I say, ending the call at once.