PROMISE ME (OSCAR DIAZ x OC)

Chapter Thirty (Oscar)

CHAPTER THIRTY

Oscar

June

After dropping off a very drunk Jasmine and an even drunker Monse, I had the joy of taming a very intoxicated Alana- someone who never gets drunk. A glass of wine with dinner or a few sips of my beer but that's it. She doesn't get hammered.

I didn't even know she could chug a forty like that until she showed me the cups as proof. And then she pissed in the damn cup walking back to the car because she was laughing way too hard with Monse about who fucking knows what.

After dropping off Monse, Alana fell asleep on my arm while I was driving. By the time we pulled up in front of the house I turned the car off and turned to look at her. She groaned and complained she didn't want to move.

"Come on, mi amor. You gotta get in the house. Can't sleep out here tonight. Or ever. I won't allow that." I say as I nudge her.

She groans more and pops an eye open. "I'm comfortable here."

I chuckle slightly and kiss her head. She leans further into my chest and I push her hair away from her face. "I'd rather bring you inside and put you to bed."

"Oh?" She perks up slightly. "You want to put me to bed?" Alana's teeth dig into her bottom lip and her eyes scan me up and down while her hand quickly attacks my belt buckle. Thankfully I have quick reflexes and I stop her from going any further. "What's that for? I thought you wanted to put me to bed."

"I meant tuck you in." I move her hand slowly back to her own body. "I'm not having sex with you if you're this hammered, mami. You know that as well as I do."

She crosses her arms and pouts. "I never get what I want."

"Yes you do, brat." I get out of the car and open her door for her. She gets out but falls against my body. I'm the only thing keeping her upright in this moment. "You know I'll give you the world."

Her voice falls shallow and filled with sorrow. "I want you out of the gang. I want a wedding and baby... I want a life with you. Not a life scared of losing you."

My heart clenches in my chest and I stop in the middle of the walkway with her. "It's not that simple."

Her glassed over eyes look up at me. "Which is why I know it's inevitable someday that I'll be burying you with nothing left to me but memories of you. Nothing but this necklace I wear of yours- I'm going to lose you to the streets because you love a gang more than you love me."

"That's not true and you know it's not true. That's nothing but bullshit, mi amor. I love you more than anything and anyone else in this world-"

"Then why won't you give it up for me? Why can't you pass the torch to Joker or Sad Eyez or Smiley? Anyone who isn't you. I want to be selfish and keep you all to myself but I cannot do that because the moment your phone rings guess where you go? You go wherever they need you. You move faster for them than you ever have for me."

"Where is all of this coming from?" I can't tell her she's wrong about that stuff. She's not wrong. She's entirely right and she is entitled to feel the way that she does. "Why are you bringing all of this up now when you're drunk? Can we just... Talk tomorrow when you're sober?"

She shakes her head. "You will never be as loyal to me as you are to the Santos."

"I'm far more loyal to you." I cup her face with my hand and gaze into her glassy eyes. Her lips form the perfect pout and I want to kiss them so badly. But if I kiss her she'll want to go further and I can't do that to her. Not when she's like this. "I'd kill you for. I'd die for you. I love you, mi amor."