Haecceity | Oscar Diaz

14. prophecies

Gabriella 'Raven' Ramirez

I sat in the passenger seat of the car. My gun lay on my lap with an extended clip snug inside and a bullet in the chamber. Sad Eyes and I are deep in Prophet territory sat outside Olivia's house.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

I swallowed thickly. "No, but it must be done." I stated.

I watched as Olivia and Latrell, a young Prophet came walking out the house followed by a few of their members. I shook my head. It was sad really. They were children, Olivia and Latrell, roped into adult destruction.

They have their whole lives shared of them. Yet, misery loves company. Those kids signed their death certificates before they will ever sign a lease on anything. It was almost time.

My cellphone rang. It was Oscar. I ignored the call, but he called again once the phone stopped ringing. Again, I ignored his call.

A moment later, Sad Eyes' phone rang. He answered. I sat quietly observing the teens and the small group.

"He wants to talk to you, foolette." He had said, holding the phone out to me. I sighed taking the phone and bringing it to my ear. I frown knowing how our discussion would go.

"Baby, come home", he told me.

"You called me 'baby'." I murmured into the phone in surprise.

"Riella, I am serious. This is not a time to fuck around.", he retorted, less than I pressed by my response.

"I'm not. It's the first time you've ever called me that without your dick inside me", I mumble absentmindedly.

"T.M.I, fools", Sad Eyes hissed in disgust.

"Shut up", I told him, laughing despite myself.

"I'm man enough to admit to that. That pussy just be so good that I say anything." , Oscar states causing me to roll my eyes.

"That's not why you called. What's up?", I said changing the subject.

"Leave the Prophets alone. Fallback and let me handle it my way.", he bluntly said.

"Your way takes too long, Spook. I need shit done pronto. I do not take too kindly to threats nor do I sit idly by waiting for shit to happen. I make it happen. That is what I do.", I passionately say.

He scoffs. "Your way is being hot-headed. You rush into shit. Did you ever stop to think of the odds of you and Sad Eyes both making it back if you go through with this shit? That fool's my brother. He rides for family, and to him, to all of us, you're family. Don't jeopardize his and your life over petty bullshit. I'm not taking any of this lightly, but babe, I need you to have a little faith in me that I know what I'm doing.", Oscar responds.

I bite my lip. On one hand, they were right there. On the other, I knew that he was right. By doing this, I would not only be risking my life, but Sad Eyes' too.

I can do this. I can do this in my sleep. But Sad Eyes was here. I could ensure my safety, but could I ensure his?

I sighed feeling a migraine begin to form in my temple. I could dead everything before it even starts. Consequently, I could start a turf war between the Santos and the Prophets.