No one mess with familia
"(Y/N) when are you going to make that custard filled cookies again, last time you made them Ruby and Jamal finished most of them, I only ate two!" Cesar sulked.
You pat Cesar's back, "why are you mad over cookies, that's not very gangsta you know" you laughed and put some of your staff into your bag. You stayed at Oscar's last night, he was so drunk he couldn't drive you home so you were the one who drove him home.
Cesar whispered to you, "you know it's not my choice to be a gangsta" and then walked to the fridge to see what he could eat
"That's not a secret, you don't have to whisper", I put 20 bucks on his back pocket "buy yourself and monse nice burritos"
He noticed what you did and hugged you, "thank you! I gotta go to school, see you!"Â He rushed out of the house. You noticed his right sock is higher than the left one, you just shook your head.
You heard a grunt, Oscar. You walked to his room to find him staring at you with his sleepy eyes, "wakey wakey biatch" you laughed and came to him to give a hug
"Princessa, I thought I stayed at your place last night"
"Someone had too much fun last night, there's no way I brought you to my place. At least last night your crew helped me to lift your heavy ass body from your car, Jesus, get yourself some self control Oscar" you joked and pecked him in the mouth, "again, happy birthday"
He looked at me, "I'm surprised I'm still alive"
I nodded, "me too"
"I know I have to stay alive for good fucks"
"Only that?!" You frowned and smack his shoulder softly
He grinned and hugged you tight, "nah, and also good times with you"
Oscar might be a spooky now, but it's hard to have his spook mode with you. You went to school together, spent most of your childhood in Freeridge and then moved out when you went to baking school, now you live 30 minutes from Freeridge. You know Oscar's life before he was a Santo, his struggles raising Cesar by himself. you've seen him crying. you've seen how he became Spooky, life has been really tough for him. However, unlike Monse's persistence with getting Cesar out the gang. You could do nothing to Oscar, you know how important Freeridge is for him, you also know if he does nothing Prophets will ruin the neighborhood.
His burner phone rang, you rolled your eyes, "stay alive, I gotta go to work" you know when his burner phone rings, it means he has to do 'his work'
"One second mamita, I'll drive you after this"
You raised your eyebrow, "you sure you have time for that?"
But he didn't answer you and talked to someone on the phone. You didn't even want to hear it. You sighed and walked outside of his room looking for the bag you left in his living room.
Oscar grabbed your waist from behind, "let me drive you." Sudden motion that you got from Oscar grabbing your waist made you a little dizzy, maybe because you haven't had breakfast or because you had too much drink last night.
You two walked to his red Impala, his Loretta, you know damn well he loves his car so much. "(Y/N) what are you gonna do after work? "
You shrugged, "I don't know, will have some rest most probably, I feel a bit under the weather"
Oscar pinched you, "tsk, you forgot your breakfast that's why"
I raised my eyebrows, "well, you're the one who has nothing in the fridge"
"Yeah, sorry, I didn't have time to buy stuff, but get something to eat after, or I'll feed you, with my dick" he laughed
I rolled my eyes and laughed with him. He dropped me off to my working place. Martin my boss peeked out from the back of cashier machine, he loved Oscar's car, he even asked Oscar if he sold it, but of course he was not.
You kissed Oscar quickly and went in. Leaving Oscar alone admiring your ass.
To be continued