PROMISE ME (OSCAR DIAZ x OC)

Chapter Twenty-Four (Oscar)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Oscar

The thing about plans is that sometimes they don't always work out. Other times? The pieces of it all fall right into your hands and lay there so effortlessly in front of you.

Everyone around you could either be in on it but the less who know the better. More ears open and listening to your plans means more mouths to run about what you plan to do and that could get you killed.

I was twelve the first time I watched a Tio of mine get a little too yappy about some plans he had. He got shot up right in the front yard before he could even make a move on the plans he constructed. Too many ears and too many mouths.

I knew what I had to do and I knew it wasn't safe to involve anyone aside from myself, Cesar, and Cuchillos. Alana wasn't even on my list of people to share this with. I trust her to never speak a word but the more innocent she is to my schemes the better.

Driving into Prophets territory feels like driving into an unknown country. Sure, you know that you're still on planet earth. You know these are people too. But you aren't sure of their intentions.

You don't know their names. You hardly know their faces. All you know is the green and yellow on their shirts and hats. It doesn't match the black and shiny crosses that we wear. Two groups cut from the same cloth and yet... We are so different.

All I know is I have to play along as the concerned brother. I need to buy protection for my brother. Switching the marked bills from the Freeridge Savings heist with the clean bills from Jamal and Ruby. Keeping that cash for myself while handing over the money that can easily take down the Prophets. They don't know these are marked bills.

All the Prophets know is the look and smell of real cash. They can't tell a marked bill from a clean bill if it slapped them in the face. Which is why this works so perfectly. I'm not losing money at all on this.

After trading the bills for Cesar's protection I'm informed that he's snitching on me. Part of the plan... He's playing his part well. The door opens and he's sobbing on his knees. Begging for forgiveness.

The anger I've held toward him since the Quince is coming in handy now. I love my brother and I will do anything for him and this? This is how I am going to save him. How I am saving him.

"Yo Spooky... While you're paying to save your brother. He's over here ratting you out. So now we got your money... And his money. We know about the stash house on Hardy.. More money for us." The Prophet of all Prophets laughs. "We even got your connect now... It's going to be a good ass day."

I remain silent. Keeping my gaze of anger locked onto Cesar. I can't break. I won't break. Cesar can't break. Cesar won't break. There is too much on the line for either of us now. To keep up the act I throw my fist right into Cesar's core. He tenses his muscles and braces for impact just as we practiced. Knocking the wind from himself before I can do it for him.

"We done?" I hiss while Cesar coughs a fresh breath.

In return I receive a silent nod while another Prophet comes to the door holding the bag of cash. "Cash is all here."

That's my cue to leave. I grab Cesar by the back of his sweatshirt and drag him out. Hearing nothing but laughter and a "Pleasure doing business with you" the slick comment fuels me more. Carrying my brother to my Impala and throwing him into the seat with the slam of the door.

"Don't say anything. Not a word." I tell Cesar as we drive off.

The street filled as Prophets surround my Impala while I drive slowly past them. Not even phased by them flashing their guns at me. They seem to forget I'm in the life too. All that's different is my colors and my motto. We don't run the streets to hurt.