The Block Is Hot | Oscar Diaz

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Oscar and I reached Prophet territory. I don't know what happens after this. Well, I do. But wether I make it out alive or not is a mystery. I vowed to not ever show my face here again. And now I'm here with the head Santo?

Oh yeah.

I can hear the guns getting cocked back now for me.

These people aren't my friends. They aren't my family. They never were. They only respected me.

"Let's do this!" A man from inside the room we were waiting in front of yelled.

Oscar opened the door. And there he was.

"Cesar." I whispered.

And there was my stepdad.

"Yo, Spooky. While you paying to save your brother... he ratting you out. So now we got your money, and his money. We know about the stash house on Hardy. And who your connect is."

He laughed. "It's gonna be a good day."

Oscar walked up to his brother and punched him in the stomach. Cesar gasped. "We done?" Oscar asked.

"Cash is all here." A Prophet announced.

My stepdad looked at me and smirked. "And why are you here?"

I walked in the room. "That money is for his protection. And mine. You said you wanted me to take care of your son, but you got your boys after me."

"I never made that order."

"Latrelle did." I responded.

There was a small silence, before I spoke again. "Keep him in line."

My step dad smirked. "He will be handled."

Oscar dragged Cesar by the jacket out of the room, and I followed. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Don't say anything. Not a damn thing." Oscar told Cesar and he pushed him away. Oscar moved his seat back in his car so that I could climb in, then Cesar got in and looked at me. I smiled as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You're safe now."

Oscar's car started and we slowly rolled by the Prophets. All of them had faces of disgust as they looked at me. Some of them even pointed their guns at me.

Hey, if I die, you die too. Let's try it.

Cesar and Oscar looked at each other, and started laughing.

Here's what these idiots didn't know. We planned this shit out.

~~~~~

"I love you, mano. But you're done." Oscar told Cesar. "Happy birthday."

Cesar walked past me. And I shook my head. I followed Cesar out of the backyard.

"You need to do something bigger than the mess you made." Oscar announced.

"What?" Cesar asked, walking back towards his brother.

"To undo this... you got to do something bigger to prove yourself." Oscar responded.

"What if I got you 50 grand?" Cesar suggested.

"Where are you gonna get cash like that?" Oscar questioned.

Cesar looked at me, and I shook my head. "What if I already had it?" Cesar asked.

"I'm listening." Oscar said.

"My friends found the RollerWorld money." Cesar began. "They washed it. It's clean."

"RollerWorld? Don't shit me!" Oscar replied.