There's been heat on the streets since the heartbreaking shooting at Olivia's quince. No one's been the same since, especially me. I knew I had to do something to protect my little brother Ruby.

I headed over to Oscar's house, I got off my car and saw his homies staring at me with thirst.

"Where's O?" I asked the Santos, "Is he here?"

The front door opened revealing Oscar, "Come here."

I went up the steps and went inside, "I need to talk to you."

"How've you been (y/n)?" asked Oscar

I teared up, "It's been alright just trauma I guess. But I need to ask you something."

Oscar grabbed a beer from the table and took a sip, "What?"

I sighed, "I want to join the Santos."

Oscar choked on his beer, "Fuck no. Not happening."

"What? Why not?! I need to Oscar! I need to protect my family."

"I don't want you getting hurt, the Cholas won't show mercy," replied Oscar

"I know, but anything for familia (family) you know that."

Today was the day I was going to be jumped, I wasn't scared knowing I was doing this for my family. The Cholas showed up and looked at me.

"Just do it already, please."

They nodded and started beating me up, the pain ran through my body, I wanted to fight back but I knew it didn't work like that. Finally, after the jump in I winced as a Chola helped me get up.

"Welcome to Los Santos Chula. I'm Wicked," said Wicked

I felt blood running down my face, "I'm (y/n). So after this what happens?"

"Well get better first then you do jobs for Spooky. Might even get the dick," said Wicked while winking.

I sat on Oscar's bed as he helped me clean up the blood, I winced as he cleaned a cut.

"I'm sorry (y/n), "said Oscar looking into my eyes.

I shook my head, "Oscar, it's not your fault. It's my choice I needed too."

Oscar's face was close to mine, his breath breathing onto my face, I leaned in and we let our lips do the job...