Tattoo Artist | o. diaz

ochenta y tres: light in my eyes

Pablo stood right in front of the unknown Prophet, his nose a mere inch away from the guy's nose. Venlus could feel and hear her heart pounding as she watched the scene unfold. A few of the other Santos stood up, but the rest remained seated with their guns close to their hands.

The Prophet leaned over when he heard a door open and watched Luis struggle to get his backpack straps on. "That Luis?"

Rather than an answer, which was the last thing he was going to get in Lopez Tatuajes, he was shoved back by Pablo. "Don't look at him and don't look at her. Now get the hell out before you start more problems and end up somewhere you don't want to be."

The Prophet stood still in front of Pablo, challenging him, then backing up when he saw that now all of the Santos were standing, some even going as far as holding their guns in their hands. Luciana was near the cash register, so she had the biggest gun, and Venus had taken Luis back into the office so he didn't see anything he shouldn't.

"Just know I'll be back. You got lucky."

"There won't be a next time. If we see you get near her or our territory, you're gonna end up with a few bullets in your head." Pablo stood still and watched the Prophet until he was back in his car and out of sight.

"Tío, can I come out now? I left my food." Luis whispered, sticking his head out of the office once Venus told him that the "green man" was gone.

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(That's a visual on her outfit but that's deadass what I picture her body to look like)

Venus laid comfortably on Luciana's chest, humming softly while her fingers massaged her scalp. "Do you think Cesar's safe?"

"I don't know, but I hope he is. I can tell how much you care about him."

Venus nodded, then suddenly shifted so she was basically hugging Luciana's entire body. "It's just, I've known him since I've first moved here from New York. And yeah, I'm close with Monse and Ruby, but I took care of Cesar because he had no family. Now, he's gone and I don't where he is or if he's coming back."

"I know, but this is his home; he'll come back sooner or later. Besides, he's smart, he knows how to survive long enough."

Venus sighed, momentarily closing her eyes since Luciana's massage was making her tired. "But he's so young. He's like Eddie."

"Your brother was more involved with gangs, Cesar never wanted this."

Venus sighed, but nodded her head because Luciana was right. "I just hope he's okay. It doesn't look like Spooky's doing much."

"Uh, guys. I think we got a problem." Christian said, interrupting Venus and Luciana's conversation and capturing everyone's attention. Everyone in the tattoo shop looked to the doors, where the group of leprechaun gangsters were walking through, acting as if they owned the place.

Luciana stood up and Venus kept a watchful eye on them as they looked around the shop. "Y'all got any Santos here?"

Christian pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and looked up at the Prophets that stood in front of the shop. "Los Santos are everywhere."

"It doesn't look like any of them are in here, so give them this message." The guy in the front told everyone.

Without any sign, guns were pulled out and shot. Luciana was still standing up, her hand centimeters away from the gun under her desk. As the bullets started flying, Luciana wasn't quick enough to duck and dodge them.

"No!" Venus watched with wide eyes as bullets pierced Luciana, too fast to possibly pull her away from the danger.

Luciana fell to the ground with multiple bullet holes piercing her abdomen and right before the light left her eyes, she turned her head to Venus and gave her a soft smile. Everything was over in a minute and before the Prophets had even left, Luciana's chest had stopped moving. Venus stared at her body as the tires from the prophets sqealed against the gravel and sobbed, knowing that this was the end. Luciana was gone, and there was no bringing her back.

bitch i fuckin SCREAMED,,,, also, this boutta be like the last act of Hamlet 😗 iykyk