𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊. 𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆

"Aye, Cathaleya!" Pedro barked deeply. She turned around and wavered her fear filled eyes along the Santos' frames. Nine of the Santos stood behind Spooky. It was about to be an unfair fight; ten versus two, but that's what both of them got for killing one of us. They deserved it. Atleast, that's what Spooky kept on murmuring to himself— in attempt to falter his guilt. As soon as the fear entered her orbs, they seeped away.

"What y'all want?" She grumbled, her nose slightly scrunched and her lips closed tightly. "We know you murdered La Choca. This is payback." Jose exclaimed while slowly inching his hand closer to his shiv which rested against his back, tucked securely in his waistband. 

Her eyes flickered downward to Spooky's clenched fists before she ran towards the stairs. Cat wormed herself between the crowded space as she ascended the stairs in a hurry. Because of her speed and the overload of women, the Santos had lost sight of her until Mortífera pointed her index finger into the direction of a fleeing Cat and Amina. "They're there!"

"Why are you pulling me with you?" Amina exclaimed in confusion as Cat kept a strong grasp on her wrist. "The Santos. They're here. Ten of them." She spoke in between pants. Amina's speed enhanced and soon enough, the two were descending the stairs— heading towards another block. As Cat was about to make a turn to the left, Amina grasped at her arm and pulled her into the right direction. "Left is B-Block, that's still the Spanish block. If word is out, like you said, we'll be dead before we step foot into that Block. We need to get to the A-Block."

Quick and loud footsteps sounded behind them along with strings of curse words and threats. "But ain't that where the OG-Prophets bunk?! They'll whoop us if we disturb their peace. You know how them old, raggedy ass OG's be." Cat elaborated in hushed tones—not wanting the Santos to detect where they were. "How can you have enough energy to cuss? Just trust me." Amina whispered before making a sharp turn to the left, instead of passing through, colliding with a hard chest.

She fell due to the hard impact and swiveled her eyes upward where she met Spooky's daunting ones. "Baja," He chanted sinisterly. The look in his eyes caused Amina to shake her head in some sort of fear. "Oscar, don't." She pleaded. Hearing his name float off her tongue ever so smoothly, his eyes softened—which unfortunately lasted for a fine second. "You killed one of the Santos. I'm sorry, Mina, but you can't get away with that."

Pedro swiftly got ahold of Cat in a chokehold. "Do it." Spooky ordered as he glanced up at Mayel who rubbed his clenched fists. A smirk which never left the corners of his lips caused Amina to snap into reality. He doesn't love you. He's using you.

In a blink of an eye, her knee shot up, colliding with Mayel's manhood. He groaned in pain, hunched over. Quickly, she stood on her feet and savagely connected her fist with Jose's nose. "Hija de puta!"

However, her will to fight wasn't enough on the contrary to the ten men of Spooky who were hungry. Hungry for blood. Hungry for revenge. Two men roughly grabbed ahold of her arms and pushed her against the wall. "Thought you could get away, hm?" Pedro hummed playfully as he tightened his grip on Cat's neck. "Get your f*cking hands off her!" Amina exclaimed.

"Shut up, fool!" El Matador interrupted by slamming his fist into Juice's stomach. The groan that exited her mouth struck a chord in Spooky's heart. He casted his eyes downward, unable to watch the scene unfolding before his very eyes. "I'm sorry," He whispered wistfully.

He wished in that very moment to just disappear in thin air. If he could, he would. But he was named The King of Los Santos. How could he back out off this for just a girl? A prophet at that. Telling himself lies like such, he kept repeating it over, and, over again.

Cat was harshly pushed against the cold wall, all air being squeezed out of her by Pedro who wrapped his big hand tightly around her frail, thin neck. "Stop.." She managed to roll off her tongue in labored breaths.

Amina took a deep breath before screaming at the top of her lungs, desperate for someone's aid. Her glassy eyes stood still on Spooky's pained ones. "If I die, that's on you." She proclaimed in between the beatings she was brutally receiving.

Just as Spooky was about to shout an order, an ear piercing scream was heard. Everyone's focus turned to a slumped over Cat, tightly clutching her stomach. Blood stained her tan colored trousers and ran down her leg. "What is happening.." She cried as the Santos that held her slowly dropped her to the ground. "What did you do to me?!" She yelled in fury.

Amina wandered her eyes towards a shank which was carefully tucked into Mayel's pants. With the Latin gang members's attention still focused on Cat, she grabbed the weaponry and lunged towards Spooky. He held his hands up in surrender while carefully keeping his head still as Juice pressed the knife against his throat. "Baja, I-" The former prophet pressed the shank harder against him, making droplets of blood trickle down his throat.

"I will destroy you, you hear me!? Don't you dare come close to me or my family." She threatened through gritted teeth.