Mi Amor - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz/On my block Story

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Oscar's POV

Lately, it wasn't just the constant threat of 19th Street gnawing at me. Cuchillos had been a growing problem, too. She was unpredictable—slipping deeper into reckless decisions and dragging people into the mess with her, including Cesar and his friends. And I was beginning to feel her distrust. She used to let me in on everything, but now... she was leaving me in the dark. And maybe she had a reason to; after all, I had secretly met with 19th Street to keep them quiet, to avoid bloodshed. It was a necessary move, but if she ever found out, I'd be in deep.

It didn't help that I'd heard rumors about her turning on my father back in the day. If she could do that to him, she wouldn't hesitate to turn on me. When she called me to meet her at a fancy restaurant, I had no idea what to expect.

Cuchillos started in, her tone as unpredictable as ever. "You were right about 19th Street, Spooky. Those kids are reckless. And reckless isn't good for business."

I stayed calm, nodding. "What do you want to do?"

She gave me a sly smile. "Throw them a bone. We'll hand them Jefferson. Set up a meeting."

"Consider it handled," I said, but in my head, I was done. This wasn't about 19th Street; she was the real threat here. I was ready to walk out, but she stopped me, adding, "Oh, and Spooky... tell your brother and his friends to hurry up. I want Lil' Ricky. And sooner, not later."

I sighed, trying to keep it together.

"And if your brother's well-being isn't motivation enough, maybe this will be," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "I'm watching your pretty little girlfriend too. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her, right?"

My blood boiled. She could threaten me all she wanted, but threatening Elly? That crossed a line. She leaned in closer, her twisted smile barely hiding the menace in her voice. "It would be such a shame if something happened to her, don't you think?"

I pushed down the urge to lash out, turned, and left before I did something I'd regret.

Outside, I got into my Impala, trying to shake off the rage and worry pounding in my head. The thought of her even mentioning Elly made me see red. At a red light, I pounded the steering wheel a few times, letting out some of the anger. But I needed more than just anger—I needed a plan. Cuchillos had made it clear: I had to act before she did something unforgivable.

As I drove, a risky idea came to mind. She wanted a meeting with 19th Street, right? What if I convinced them to help take her out? If I promised them a bigger piece of the action afterward, maybe they'd back me. It was risky; they could just as easily rat me out. But at this point, what other choice did I have? This was about saving Elly, Cesar, and everyone she threatened to destroy.

While I was still piecing things together, my phone buzzed. Texts from Cesar and Jamal. They were worried—scared, even. They'd been busting their butts trying to find Lil' Ricky, but all their leads had gone cold. Cuchillos had threatened them, and they were afraid of what she'd do next.

I told them to come over so I could explain the plan.

When they arrived, Jamal was pacing, his nerves on edge. "Man, I'm freaking out. This woman is insane. I'm losing hair from the stress!" he said, running his hands through his curls as if to check.

"Relax," I said. "It's handled."

"Handled?" Jamal's voice cracked. "Handled could mean anything!"

"It's handled like I put a gun to her head—handled," I said, letting them understand the weight of the situation.