*Rosario's POV
"Okay! Don't worry, girl!" I watched as Jamal yelled out. "I got your back from right here," he pointed to where he was standing.
After showering and going to sleep for a bit I decided to get out of the house. I mean I already knew word had got around about me being here.
"What's going on over there?"
"Ahhh! Oh god," Jamal breathed out holding his chest. "It's just you."
"I need to talk to you," Monse stood directly in front of Cesar.
"There's a sitch between Monse and Cesar." Jamal explained.
"I'm listening," Cesar said without a care in the world.
"Privately?"
"Yeah, we can go inside." Cesar spoke up which made Oscar clear his throat. "But if you wanna sit on my face, you got to put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate," everyone Oooed and laughed at Cesar's comment. I watched as Monse turned away in embarrassment and anger.
"Walk her home," I told Jamal as I made my way over across the street.
"Ayyee, look what we have here." A younger Santos whistled as I walked up to the house. "She a fine ass hyna too."
"Watch it, foo." I heard Sad Eyes tell the youngster and hit his arm. "She's been clai.." Sad Eyes looked at me. "She has a vato already."
"You and me," I pointed to Cesar. "We're having a talk later." Cesar didn't say anything. "Te estoy hablando," I raised my voice. I never raised my voice at Cesar but he was acting so stupid right now. "Me estás escuchando?" He was acting as if he didn't hear anything.
"Cesar." Oscar called out and nodded his head.
"Yeah, I heard you." I glared at Cesar.
"No te pasas de pendejo, mano." I told him. "And next time respond when I'm talking to you," I slapped him in the back of the head.
"And you!" I pointed to the Santo who was catcalling me. "Call me a hyna one more time and te rompo la boca." I threatened.
"Man," he groaned out. "I don't know who you think you are bitch." He got up from the black crate he was sitting on.
"Aye," Sad Eyes got up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, carnal." Sad Eyes laughed. "That's Muerte you're disrespecting." The boy's face flushed as soon as Sad Eyes said that.
"Muerte, I'm so-"
"I need to talk to you," I looked up at the porch where Oscar stood not bothering with that dumbass' sorry excuse of an apology.
"I'll be right back, homes. I got some business I gotta handle." And there it was. His snarky remark.
"Fo sho, foo. Go handle your business." Sleepy smirked.
"Watch over Cesar." Oscar told the gang. I rolled my eyes and walked up the porch steps and followed Oscar into his house.
"What the hell were you thinking," I pushed him as we entered the kitchen making sure no one saw. "Letting Cesar join the damn gang."
"You better watch yourself," he threatened.
"Que estabas pensando?" I asked him again.
"It's his time."
"He's just a boy, Oscar!" I yelled.
"This is the last time I'm telling you," he got in my face. "You better watch yourself," he gritted.
"Or what?" I taunted him.
"Aye homes... oh shit. Muerte? Is that you?"
"Hey, Pelón." I stepped back from Oscar sighing as Pelón stumbled out of the bathroom.
"Go outside, Pelón." Oscar ordered. "I'm talking with my ruca." I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, foo. See ya later, Muerte." I nodded. We both waited until we heard the front door close.
"Your ruca?" I scoffed.
"Yeah, my fine ass ruca." He pulled me closer to him.
"You're stupid, Spook." I shook my head laughing. At least he didn't say hyna. "And you still haven't answered my question," I pulled away from him.
"You know how this shit goes, Rosie." I haven't heard that nickname in a while. "It's his time."
Of course it was. I mean Cesar comes from a long line of Santos after all. Just like it was for me. My dad was a Santo, my uncles were a Santo, but my mom wasn't. Her brother was a Santo so she hung around them and that's how she met my dad. She never joined, but she was associated with them.
My mom told me that when she found she was pregnant, my dad was excited. It was because he expected me to be a boy, which meant another Santo. Even though I wasn't what he was expecting I still hung around them and then officially became a Santo.
"You good? You got all quiet on me and shit."
"I'm fine."
"Usually when you get all quiet it's not good," he chuckled.
"I said I'm fine, Spooky." I sighed.
"Yeah, I know you're fine." He looked me up and down. "Under ese ropa de monja."
"Shut your ass up," I laughed. "I ain't dressed like no damn nun." I looked down at my black long sleeve and jeans. "Just because I'm not dressed like any of the other putitas you got hanging around, don't mean shit."
"You're still the same old Rosie," he took a swig of his beer. "All jealous and shit."
"Whatever," I scoffed. "I'm not here to talk about that."
"You sure?" He raised an eyebrow. "You sure you didn't miss old Spooky," he got closer to me. "Those gringitos up in San Fran couldn't satisfy you like Spooky can, huh."
Wait.
"How did you know I was up there," I pushed his perverted ass away.
"Your mom told me."
Of course she did.
"Hablando de mi mamá." I sighed. "Thanks for looking out for her." I walked towards the kitchen table looking away from him. I heard his footsteps as he followed my movements.
"What's wrong?"
"My mom," I bit my lip. "Her cancer's back."
"Damn, Rosie. I didn't know." I stood there looking down at my hands. "Come here," he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap as he sat in the chair. "Is that why you came back?"
"Yeah," I breathed out as I played with his fingers. "Doña Tere called me while I was working and told me to come back home."
He stayed quiet.
"You know I always called her," I said referring to my mom. "And tried convincing her to come out and live with me. That it would just be us two. That I would take care of her. Pero you know her, es bien necia and she wouldn't listen to me. She would go on and on about how she wasn't going to leave Freeridge."
"I bet," he commented.
"You know," I looked at him. "Earlier she kept saying how you were such a good person. El Oscar esto and el Oscar esto. She just wouldn't shut about you," he gave me half a smile.
"What can I say?" He shrugged.
"Oh, don't get all big headed ass on me," I shoved him lightly.
"Seriously though," he looked at me seriously. "Whatever you need I'm here for you. The Santos are here for you because at the end of the day, you're a Santo and you're also El Diablo's kid." I nodded my head.
"Thank you, Spook." We both stared at each other for a moment and slowly began to lean in.
"Oh fuck. Sorry, Spooky." Giggles walked in abruptly. "I really need to take a piss."
"Man, I told you dumbasses to stay outside!" Oscar yelled.
I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I remembered about the time he yelled at the guys for walking into the house after he told them to stay outside for a little while we were inside. He was pissed that they didn't listen and walked in on us in the living room.
Till this day I still don't think it was an accident.
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