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(23)Veintitres

"Why can't I come with you?" I grasped Oscars arm, in an attempt to halt his hasty exit. He did not turn to face me but remained facing the door. I watched as his shoulders slumped, and could hinder a guess of his facial features; tight-lipped with his eyes closed. "Please, don't let me wait here." I tugged harder at his arm.

He sighed as he pulled his arm away from me. "Lock the doors and stay away from the windows." I stood there hopelessly watching as his figure walked away. I wanted to shout, hell even block his way but my body felt heavier; I stood frozen. Unable to speak, or move. I became paralyzed with fear. Thoughts of loss haunted me.

What broke this moment of paralyzed state wasn't the sound of the door slamming, or his engine, but the sound of a Telenovela's song blaring in Spanish. It was as if someone switched on a switch; I hurriedly locked the doors, slammed the windows and rolled down the curtains. And once the sunlight washed away from the rooms and I was surrounded by darkness, I sunk in front of the TV. Eyes glued to the screen but not really watching. My lips moved muttering pray after pray but the words never reached my ears.

I was too caught up in my thoughts to hear or watch a Telenovela. It was as if I was transported in time as I remembered that night in the backyard.

Oscars back was facing us as he spoke. "You need to do something big than the mess you made."

"What?" Cesar looked up, confused.

"To undo this," Oscar's eyes bore into Cesar's, "you gotta do something bigger to prove yourself."

"What if I got you 50 grand?" The little brother was quick to answer. I frowned my eyebrows in confusion.

In a cocky tone and with a smirk plastered onto his face, Spooky asked: "where are you gonna get cash like that?"

"What if I already had it?"

"I'm listening."

The brothers stood a distant away as they spoke, more civilized than before. Cesar seemed to hesitate to continue his confession, before spitting out. "My friends found the RollerWorld money." He looked into his brothers eyes. "They washed it. It's clean." I felt as if I was sitting on the edge of a seat, grasping the desk to steady my self.

"RollerWorld?" Oscar rubbed his palm across his lips. "Don't shit me!"

At the serious look on Cesar's face, Oscar added. "For real? RollerWorld?"

The young Diaz nodded his head.

"Is that why your boy kept on asking about Lil' Ricky?" Oscar asked.

"Jamal found it?" I blurted, almost amused and proud.

Cesar's eyes flickered between Oscar and me, "Yeah."

"Damn." Whispered Oscar, then repeated it louder. "Damn!"

"How far are you willing to go?" His head snapped towards his younger brother.

"I'll do anything." Cesar answered.

"Then this is what we're gonna do." Spoke Oscar, before his arms guided us back into the house; both of us clutching each other as if we feared to let go and never reuniting again. Once inside, Oscar tore us away. His arms wrapping around me. "I'll take care of him, I promise mi amor." His breath tickled my neck.

And I clutched onto him, as I clung to the hopeful promise.

Once inside, he went on to explain their plan of fooling the Prophets.

"I'll run the plan by Cuchillos." Informed Oscar. "Without a blessing , there's no point in taking the risk."

He quickly dialed a number and stood with his arms crossed as he talked. "Understood." Oscar responded to the caller. Before answering again with, "If this goes wrong, it's on me. I accept that." He hung up, eyes connecting with his younger brother's.

They shared a knowing nod.

I got up, shaking my head as I made my way behind the kitchen counter. I took out three mugs and turned on the coffee machine. As Oscar instructed Cesar on what to do.

"You gotta be incredibly careful. Your friends have to think you're going away forever. This protects them. And if anything happened to you-" Oscar's voice went lower towards the end, making it hard to hear what he had said. But whatever it is wan't something I wanted to hear. Cause one thing that Diaz's are is stubborn. And no matter how hard you huff and puff, they will never back out of something that they had put their mind into.

I came back to the room with three mugs of black coffee and to the brother's both silent and deep in thought.

"When?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." Answered Cesar, as he sipped his coffee.

I pursed my lips, and glared at Oscar before stalking away.

"Protect him my ass." I mumbled, blinking away tears.

I got up, abruptly, without a purpose other than to occupy my spiraling mind. The pendejo [asshole] thought it would be a good idea to have Cesar go into the Prophet$ lair. An act of avenging themselves but really it's a suicidal act - with no guarantee of safety. What if they kill him?

No, no, no, he won't die. Oscar promised. Right?

I felt sharp pain jolting through my back. And then a sharp kick from the baby. I quickly brushed my bump and in a cooing voice - that was terribly shaking - tried to calm my unborn fussy baby. "It's okay, they'll be back soon." I wasn't sure if the words were to comfort the baby or myself. But the sudden dull aches of my back and the lower abdominal had me feeling slightly discomfortable.

This can't be a contraction.

A wave-like pain moved throughout my body. I tried to navigate the babies position. I brushed my lower abdominal to feel it's tiny body nestling above my pelvis. Which only means, I'm possibly in the lightening phase.

I quickly began calculating and rounding up the signs. Lightening phase is only when the baby is nestling in the lower part and pressuring the pelvis, but my water did not break or did i discharge the mucus plug. So this might be a false-

I felt the wetness spreading down my legs.

Oh, shit.

To be continued...
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*Spanish is not one of the languages I speak, I know some phrases and such; but I was mainly using the internet and google translate- please notify me of any errors.*
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