Guns and Roses

Chapter 5: Chaos

Oscars P.O.V

We were driving down the road to Nats house. I was cheffing on my blunt. I glanced over at mi amor, I could see her sweating. "Wanna hit mamas?" I asked, offering the blunt. She shook her head no. "It's going to be okay Mami, I got you. I'm right here." She lightly smiled at me. I watched it fade as dumb and dumber were standing in the driveway waiting for us. I parked at the edge of the curve, not risking pulling into their shit. I walked over and opened the door for Nat with a light smile on my face. "Come on mamas." She took my hand stepping out of the car.

Nat's pov.
I sucked in my breath while walking over to my brothers. "Brandon, Grayson. I clearly need to discuss things with you. But, I want Oscar here so let's go inside?" Grayson cleared his throat and headed inside. "I think that means yes, come on." I grabbed Oscars hand. I was sweating and my heart was pounding. Brandon was walking behind us. We walked inside and all sat around the living room. Brandon on the recliner, Grayson on the stool at the bar, and Oscar standing behind me as I sat on the other recliner. Brandon was first to clear his throat "So, Spooky. You claimed my sister?" My throat became dried and I looked at Grayson. He was shooting daggers at my love. "Brandon knock ya shit off. Grayson, yes he did. He claimed me today. He also asked me to be his and gave me his cross." Grayson nodded his head up and down. "I'm sorry Nat, but me and Brandon need to speak for a minute in private." Before I could respond the deep voice behind me said, "nah. Whatever you got to say about this can be said before me and my novia. Don't be shy about this shit be 100." Then next from across the room shoot a hostile voice, "this is between family it doesn't involve you homes." I stood up quickly feeling the dark amor take over the room. I gave Oscar a glare to tune down Spooky. He's got to remember he ain't in his territory no more. "Five minutes, or I'm gone." With that both my brothers walked down the hall.

Brandon's pov.

I walked down the hall behind Grayson, who entered his room. He sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple. "Alright, you're the oldest man. What the fuck do we do?" (A/n I can't remember who the oldest is so let's go with it's Brandon.) "Well. Are you meaning from gang perspective or both?" I asked. Silence took over the room for a few seconds. "Both Brandon I don't know what we should do about this shit." I sighed thinking. "Man, from gang prescriptive . She's a folk member. Matter of fact the little sister of the folk nation leader. She's now been claimed by Spooky, the leader of Los Santos. When I tell you she's walking around with a target the size of a baseball on her I mean that shit. Her target just went three times bigger. She'd need all the protection she could get. As a brother perspective. Natalia is head over heels for this man bro. She deserves happiness. If she wants to be with him and trust it, then she's a big girl and that's her call. But..". "But we'd have to kick her out gang wise because she's techincally violating the "rules?" I nodded my head. "Well, what call do we make?" "I'll start packing," I heard from the hall. I look and see Nat and Spooky standing there. Nat walked away but Spooky didn't.

Spooky pov.
I was staring at the brothers. Wondering how they were just going to throw her out, but I understand. Cuchillols. She'd have Nats head on a platter. Grayson walked up to me "I still don't like you man," he spat pushing past me. Brandon sighed and stared at me. "You know. You put a claim on my sister. A Folk nation member with family blood and loyalty to this gang flowing through her veins. Her leaving with you is her throwing all that shit away. That's her making herself vulnerable to so many people. But I saw the cross. So at least you were smart enough for that. Please Spooky difference aside take care of my kid sister. Love her. Protect her. Cherish her. Take care of her for me." I nodded my head. "You should go help her." He said. I backed out and helped Natalia pack. Five bags and 7 suitcases later and we were loading the car.

Natalia's pov.
We put my last bag in the car. I sighed. I knew this meant goodbye. I knew this drew a line. I knew this caused issues. I knew Brandon would forgive me, I knew Grayson was pissed. I looked up at my brothers while Oscar started the car. Brandon started walking down the drive way and I met him half way. "I hate this you know? I don't want you to leave, but you're old enough to make your own calls. I love you nat. I always will, and he does too. Graysons just worried about you. He doesn't want you to get hurt. Blood of the folk nation, stabbing the folk nation in the back in Cuchillols eyes, and being claimed by the Santos leader just made you a walking green light." I hugged Brandon "I'll be alright. I love you both." I said looking at Grayson, "yeah well when he hurts you don't come back here." And with that Grayson was gone. With Brandon walking after him. I got in Spooky car. A single tear rolling down my face. "I love you Natalia." I faintly smiled as more tears rolled down my face. "I love you Spooks. Let's go home." I leaned my head against the window as we drove down the road snagging the rest of the blunt and lighting it then passing it to Oscar.