#40 in onmyblock - 8/18/25 #5 in lilspooky - 8/18/25 #33 in omb - 8/18/25 "Oscar!" Ceaser ran into his home. Oscar was sitting at the table drinking his coffee. "She's back." Oscar looked at him. He knew exactly who Ceaser was talking about but needed to be sure. "Who?" His eyes followed Ceaser's every move. "Xo. She's back." That's when Spooky knew, the queen of the Santos was back. Xiomara Alverez, his high school sweetheart was back. And she was coming for blood. Xiomara Alverez was the kind of girl people didn't forget. Growing up in Freeridge, where dreams often died young, she somehow managed to shine. Her dad and Spooky's dad practically built the Santos, so it was no surprise when Xo and Oscar became the unofficial king and queen of the gang. Xo wasn't just Oscar's girl, though-she was the heart of the Santos. Fierce, loyal, and always quick with a comeback, she was everyone's big sister, looking out for Ceser, Jamal, Ruby, and Monse like they were her own blood. But life in Freeridge wasn't a fairytale. Between the pressure of being Spooky's novia and the weight of her family's legacy, Xo felt trapped. She wanted more-more than the streets, more than the gang life. One day, she made the hardest decision of her life. She left. No goodbyes, no explanations. She just vanished, leaving behind broken hearts and unanswered questions. Now, she's back. And this time, she's not the same girl everyone remembers. She's carrying secrets, a darkness in her eyes that wasn't there before. People are whispering-why is she back? Is it revenge? Redemption? All they know is the Queen of the Santos has returned, and she's ready to take back what's hers.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP