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It had been three days since the death of Carlos' grandfather. The news hit everyone hard. Carlos could remember a time when his parents had been that sad before. It was over the death of Alejandra Helena Garcia. Carlos' little sister. Sylvia had a miscarriage, but it still hurt everyone. Now, the death of their grandfather hurt too much.

He and Rafael were given one assignment: Tell Omar. That's it. All they had to say was, "Hey, Abuelo died. Funeral's tomorrow."

Too bad it wasn't that simple. Carlos was too afraid to even think about Omar. Rafael hated Omar with every fiber of his being.

"We need to tell him, Rafael," Carlos told him while they ate dinner. His hands started shaking at the thought but he tried not to make it show too much.

"I know, okay," Rafael responded, a little upset. "He's part of this family. I get it." He sighed. "We can do it tomorrow, okay?"

Carlos shook his head. "No. Tonight?"

Rafael dropped his fork. "Tonight? Are you kidding me? You cry at the sound of Omar's name because you're scared of him. I just can't forgive him for what he did to you. I need time to prepare myself."

"Please," Carlos begged with his pleading puppy dog eyes. "I wanna get this over with. We gotta tell him tonight."

Rafael shook his head. "He lives in a dangerous neighborhood. I refuse to take you there. Especially at night."

"I'll be okay, I promise. I play hockey, remember?" Carlos pleaded. "He needs to know."

Rafael rolled his eyes and sighed. "You're too forgiving, hermanito."

Carlos smiled. "I believe everyone deserves a second chance."

"I'm pretty sure Omar used up that second chance a long time ago." He saw how badly Carlos wanted this deed done, and Rafael just wanted his little brother to be happy. "But fine. If you wanna tell him, we can. After dinner. But we're making it a short visit, okay?"

Carlos nodded. "That's all I need, bro. Thanks Rafael."

Rafael had been true to his word. After dinner, he and Carlos got into his black sedan and drove to Omar's neighborhood. He'd only been there once before, but he remembered the directions perfectly. Omar's neighborhood only spelled trouble, and Rafael couldn't help but glance at Carlos every once in a while to make sure nothing happened to him.

Carlos' height and his face always made him look younger than he really was. While Omar and Rafael were tall and took after their father, Carlos looked like Sylvia. The facial features, the height. If it wasn't for the fact that Carlos had a big muscle build, he would have been picked on so much more.

"You ready for this?" Rafael asked as he and Carlos stood in front of Omar's door. Carlos nodded and gave his brother a nervous, yet reassuring smile. Rafael sighed. He knocked on the door.

A shocked, shirtless Omar opened the door. "Uhh, can help you guys?"

"Cut the formalities, Omar," Rafael responded harshly. "We have bad news."

Omar's expression changed. Carlos could have sworn that he saw a hint of worry coming for his oldest half brother. "What's wrong?"

Rafael sighed. "Abuelo. He's dead."

Omar had a shocked expression on his face. A sincere look of shock. "What?"

"He died at the hospital," Rafael continued to explain. "It was peaceful, Dad swears it."

A voice came from Omar's apartment. "Omarrrr! Are you coming?" a girl called out.

"Of course," Rafael whispered while rolling his eyes.

Omar turned his head into his apartment. "Yeah, hold up." He turned his attention back to his brothers. "Thanks for letting me know...I'll give Dad a call later, okay?" Omar turned to Carlos. "Hey shortie."

Carlos widened his eyes "Hey, Omar."

Rafael saw the look on his face and cut in. "We just had to tell you. The funeral's tomorrow."

"That's kinda quick," Omar responded. He scratched the back of his neck in confusion.

"Not really," Rafael confessed. "We found out three days ago. We just haven't gotten around to tell you."

"Oh," Omar said with a hurt expression on his face. He shrugged. "Well...thanks for letting me know anyway."

"No problem," Rafael responded. "Look, uh, Carlos and I will leave you to continue...what you're doing...Catch you around, bro."

"See ya guys," Omar called out as his brothers began walking away.

"Rafael," Carlos addressed his older brother while pulling on his shirt. "I think Omar was...actually sad about all of this."

Rafael nodded. "Lemme tell you something." He sighed and stared straight into his brother's eyes. "Omar loved Abuelo. He loves Papi. He loves all our tios and tias..." he trailed off.

"He just hates me and Mom," Carlos said. He looked down at the ground, not wanting Rafael to see how sad he was.

Rafael laid a reassuring hand on Carlos' shoulder. "I don't want that getting to you, okay?"

"How can I not let that get to me?" Carlos replied angrily. Rafael had to shush him, reminding Carlos that they were still in Omar's neighborhood and they weren't in the car yet. "Sorry. It's just, I can't wrap my head around any of this, you know?" Rafael nodded and Carlos looked up at him. "Omar still loves you, right?"

He hesitated in answering. "He...he never stopped loving me." Which was true. Omar always made it a goal to make sure that Rafael was protected from everything bad. Even when he was kicked out, Omar occasionally called Rafael, making sure that he was still alright. "Omar just didn't like how I always took your side in everything. He loves me and Dad, but he's just mad at us. There's a difference."

Carlos nodded in understanding. "I would give anything to have Omar accept me." Rafael wrapped his arm around his little brother's shoulders as they walked to the car. They were getting stares from various people they passed, but neither of them cared.

Until two figures ran into them.

Carlos almost lost his balance, but was quick in catching himself before he fell. "Oh, sorry about that," the stranger with blue eyes said.

"Nah, it's cool," Rafael replied. He turned over to Carlos. "You okay?" Carlos nodded.

"I haven't seen you two around here before," the other man said. "You new here?"

Rafael shook his head. "Uh. No. We're just came to see our brother."

The man snapped his fingers in disappointment. "Aw man. This neighborhood could use more people...Okay lemme rephrase that. More nice people. Anyway, my name's Johnny." He pointed to his friend. "This is Bryan."

"Nice to meet you two," Rafael replied, getting closer to Carlos. He couldn't help but noticed that these people were really nice. Too nice. "Well, we better get going."

"Oh, same here," Bryan replied. "We have a person we need to see too." The two men walked away and waved. Rafael and Carlos failed to notice the direction the two men headed.

Omar rolled his eyes as he heard knock on his door once again. He turned to the girl beside him. "Uh, look. Obviously, tonight ain't gonna work."

The girl rolled her eyes as she angrily grabbed her stuff. "Yeah. Neither will any other night. Good bye."

She walked out the door, past the two men. "Hey Omar!" Bryan called out. "You have a visitor." Bryan walked in, leading Johnny to the living room.

Omar's expression dropped seeing who was there. "H-hey Johnny."

"Cut the crap," Johnny spat. "You know why I'm here."

Omar ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah I know. I owe you money."

Johnny nodded. "So the idiot can think!" He laughed, seeing as how neither Bryan nor Omar were amused.

Omar rolled his eyes. "Look. I'd appreciate if you cut the jokes. My brothers just left me with news that my grandfather died. Now's not a good time."

Johnny's facial expression didn't change. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? And-" An idea struck Johnny. "You've kept your personal life such a secret and you come out with news that you have brothers." He looked over to Bryan, then back at Omar. "Funny. We saw two hombres walking to their car." Johnny smiled. "They're yours, aren't they."

"I don't know what you talking about." Omar lied, but his face said everything.

Johnny shook his head. "You owe me money, and you have the audacity to lie to me too? You're really messing up here."

"Okay. Okay I'm sorry. Just...leave them out of this okay?" Omar pleaded, but he knew he wasn't getting through to Johnny.

Johnny and Bryan stood up to leave. "Pay me back in two days...or I'll get creative with how to pay your debt off." An evil smile crept on Johnny's face as he spoke. "You're brothers came to the wrong place at the wrong time." Johnny walked out. Bryan gave Omar an apologetic look as he followed Johnny out.

Omar plopped on the couch. He didn't see this ending well.

Okay so all you Omar haters out there, how do you view him now? Probably the same seeing as how he technically may have just put his brothers' lives in danger. Oh well.

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