On My Block: One Shots

Ride or Die

Part 4: Ride or Die

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Brief synopsis-

You're drawn deeper into César's world—and it's dangerous. A moment of violence, a secret revealed, and you have to decide how far you're willing to go to stand by him.

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3rd person POV:

You told yourself you'd wait.

That he'd come back.

That he'd call.

That this was just one of those things César had to do.

But days passed...
A whole damn month...

No texts.

No calls.

Nothing.

So you stopped waiting.

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Jamal helped you figure it out—after some very animated "Are you crazy?" warnings and a mini breakdown on his couch.

But in the end, he gave you the name of a place: an old warehouse on the edge of Freeridge.

Santos territory.

"You can't just walk in there," he'd warned.

"I'm not," you said, slipping César's hoodie over your head.

"I'm going to drag the man I love out before he forgets who the hell he is."

The warehouse was dimly lit, all concrete and shadows.

You kept to the edges, slipping between crates and rusted-out junk.
The voices came first—low, aggressive, male.

Then you saw him.

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César.

Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with some older Santos, arms crossed, chin up like he belonged.

Except he didn't.

Not really.

When you stepped into the light, every head turned.

"What the f—"
"Get her outta here—"

But César saw you and everything else disappeared. "What are you doing here?"

"You weren't coming home," you shot back, ignoring the stares, the danger, the rage simmering in the room.

"So I came to you."

He crossed the space in seconds, grabbing your arms. "You shouldn't be here. This isn't safe."

"Then why the hell are you here?" your voice cracked.
"You said you'd protect me. You said we were in this together."

One of the guys muttered, "You bringing your girl around now, César? Thought we agreed you'd handle that distraction."

You turned sharply. "Excuse me—distraction?"

César snapped, "Shut your mouth, bro. You don't talk about her."

The tension exploded.

Shouts.

Shoves.

And suddenly someone pushed César hard, knocking him back into you.

He caught you before you hit the ground, shielding you with his body.

"Don't touch her!" he shouted, and when he turned back, his fists clenched.

But you grabbed his hand.
"Not like this. You walk away with me now, or you don't walk away at all."

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Later that night, back in his room, after a storm of silence and tears and kisses full of desperation, you sat on the edge of his bed.

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Your hands were shaking.

César knelt in front of you, his face bruised, his shirt bloodied, but his eyes were clear again—like you'd pulled him back from the edge.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

You reached into your bag and pulled out the test.

The lines staring back at you.

"I didn't just come there for you today," you said, voice trembling. "I came for us. Because there's gonna be more of us now."

His brows knit, confused, until he saw it.

Silence...

He stared. Then looked up at you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded, barely holding it together.

"I just found out. I was gonna wait to tell you, but... then you left and—"
He cut you off with a kiss, deep and aching.
When he pulled back, there were tears in his eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "Not now. Not ever."

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Authors Note:

I originally had it that she went right after him (like a day after) but then realized.. ma'am would NOT know she was pregnant riigghhttt after they have sex.. So if the dates seem a bit off that's why..

ANYWAYS, hope you guys enjoyed the part..

Let me know if you see anything spelling mistakes and I'll be sure to fix them!

Until next time!!

Bye my Lovelies...❤️