La Diabla | Oscar Diaz

La Diabla - Chapter Seven

Oscar set his gun down on the table, removing his shirt with a sigh. He was exhausted, after not being able to sleep right and the tiring conversation he had with Jonah; he needed a nap. "I– Sabina?" He pouted his lips when he didn't see her in his room, then he checked Cesar's room, it was empty. That was weird considering it was almost nine and he was usually home by then. But the house was lonely and quiet. He scratched his head, not sure what to do.

"Should I call Cesar?" He mumbled to himself, pulling out his phone, "or I– nah I'm gonna call Cesar." He nodded, clicking on his brothers contact.

"Mano!" Cesar stormed through the door, a huge smile on his face. "Hey!"

Oscar ended the call, putting his phone down, "I was just gonna call you. Where's Sabina?"

"She's outside, she made a couple of friends." He said, "Monse and Olivia gave her a makeover. You know? To cover the bruises."

Oscar hummed, his eyes darting to the door when she walked through with a glowing smile. He swallowed, "hey."

"Hey!" She gleamed, "how'd it go?"

"Good." He mumbled, "how you feelin?"

Sabina nodded, "much better."

"Um, well.." he took in her face, then her outfit. "You look nice."

She thanked him, sitting down on the couch.

"Well, I'm gonna hit the shower." Cesar walked up to Oscar, setting his hand on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Maybe you should take her out homie, get to know her a little bit better. She's a really nice girl." Then he walked away, leaving Oscar with his eyebrows pulled together.

His mind traveled back to when he told her father how she was a sweet girl and his unsettling response. He was being nice but he also had to be cautious because at the end of the day, their beliefs were complete polar opposites. He scratched his bare chest before he spoke. "Well, you wanna go somewhere?"

She looked up, "huh?"

"Like to eat."

"Oh." She said, shaking her head. "I don't have any money."

Oscar kissed his teeth. "You don't need money." He smiled, "I got you, let me put a shirt on."

"Osc–"

He shut the bedroom door, and she slumped back into the couch with a frown. She hated the babying because she was never that person, a daddy's girl or a sugar baby. She payed for her things her self and did shit for herself.

"You ready?" Sabina looked up, her train of thought crashing. "You looked a little zoned out." He grabbed his keys, chuckling at her.

"I'm okay." She nodded, standing up, "where are we going?"

He shrugged, guiding her out of the front door. "Where do you want to go?"

She shrugged as well, "I'm not all that hungry."

He scowled, "you gotta eat, Sabina. You think I didn't see the full bowl of cereal in the sink?"

Sabina sighed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't upset me." Oscar shook his head, opening the car door for her. "You just haven't ate since you got here, you startin' to worry me."

"That's not true." She sat and he shut the door with a scoff.

It wasn't until he was sitting next to her and putting the key in the ignition, that he spoke again. "A granola bar is food to you?" She laughed and he looked at her with his eyebrow raised. "What are you laughing at over there?"

"You say 'granola' funny." She smiled at him, it was then he fell in love with her smile. He had never seen it like that before.

He hummed, repeating the word to hear himself. "Granola." When he didn't hear anything different, he glared at her, "you're changing the subject on me." He began out of the driveway, glancing around as he turned onto the street. "Mira Sabina." She turned her head to him, listening. "I know you're going through a lot." He didn't look at her, being sappy was hard for him and doing it with eye contact was next to impossible. "But you're not going through it alone." He side glanced at her, she was smiling softly. "If you ever need to talk about something I'm here for you."

He was driving so she couldn't hug him, so instead she leaned over and pecked his cheek. "Thank you, Oscar." He tried not to blush cause 'gangsters don't blush'. So he gripped the steering wheel, clearing his throat. "I'll keep that in mind."