Here's a quick update I hope you guys like it.
"I can't believe you invited the ogre too." I mumbled to myself as I crossed my arms over my chest. Rachel smiled and looped her arm around mine. I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. "Are we almost there?" I said hitting the back of the window leading into the front seat of the truck.
"Chill out Pez, we're going to the West End bridge right?" Puck said from the passenger's seat. I nodded but he didn't look back to see if I did. Sam pulled over at the side of the road and parked his truck. Rachel, Finn, Quinn, and I were sitting in the back while Puck and Sam were in the front of the truck. I looked out towards the road to see if I could see any cars. "What are you doing?" Puck snapped at me as I hopped out of the back of the truck and walked out towards the middle of the road.
"What you think they don't know we're out here? Please…they know." I shielded my eyes from the sun and spotted a Chevrolet rolling up towards us. It was El Diablo; I'd recognize that car in my sleep. The car halted to a stop about fifteen feet from the truck. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at the car waiting for someone to come out.
El Diablo wasn't the first person to step out of the car. Instead two men who I didn't recognize stepped out, both were wearing sunglasses and wore the signature blue of the Royals. "Come on, get Diablo out here." I said urging them on. "What is he a bitch or something?" I walked over to the car pushing between the two men and banging my fist up against the tinted window. "Come on you fucking asshole." The door flew open and I took a few steps back to make room.
I hadn't seen the man since that fateful day. He was taller than I thought; he wore a dog tag around his neck and a tough looking leather jacket. He had a small scar on his neck, but more importantly he had teardrops tattooed under his eyes. That only meant one thing. One tattoo for every person he's killed. He had three.
"You're one dumb little girl for coming out here." He said with a cocky grin.
"Too bad I'm not afraid." I told him holding my ground. I didn't bother looking back at my friends. I knew if something bad went down they'd protect Rachel and Puck and Quinn would have my back. I made them promise me that before we came out here. "You think you're some big tough guy, show me what you can do." I urged him on. If he was nearly as angry as I was he'd punch me right now, but he just kept calm and glared down at me.
"You're a Lopez, just like you're fucking brother. Wasn't it enough that he got out?" He asked.
"Not when you killed my little sister!" I snapped at him. His face dropped and he took one step back towards the car. "That tattoo, the tear, when did you get it?" I asked him. "Tell me when, tell me when you got that damn thing celebrating the death of my fucking little sister!" I lunged at him but was pulled back away from him by the two men who stood at his sides. I heard Puck and Sam open their car doors and come out.
"I didn't! That was an accident!" I tried to swing at him but my arm was blocked and seconds later, I was tumbling to the ground. "You know I was just trying to scare Rico's boys off, I didn't know-." I pushed forward after him and got one good swing at him. I connected with the punch, but he took the hit but stayed on his feet.
"You murderer! You fucking son of a bitch!" I tried to swing again but El Diablo's boys grabbed my arms and tossed me to the ground. "Do you know how old she was? She was six! We were getting ice cream you know. We were celebrating because Emilio got out of this whole gang business. You killed her on the happiest day of her life…you killed her." I was crying now. I couldn't even focus on what was going on. Everything hurt, I just wanted to fall to the ground again but I knew I couldn't.
It was a stupid move, I knew it was stupid when I didn't but for some reason I couldn't stop myself. I reached into my pocket and whipped out my switchblade as fast as I could. I lunged at El Diablo avoiding both his guards in the process. The knife was so close to his throat all I had to do was move a few inches forward and-.
"Fuck." El Diablo had a gun raised to my temple and I dropped my knife without hesitating. He cocked the gun and I could hear Rachel screaming something in the background and I knew someone was moving closer behind me, but for a few moments everything seemed surreal. El Diablo was going to blow my brains out and I deserved it.
"No one comes onto this turf and threatens me…no one. I know you're a Lopez because your whole family always tries to show us whose boss. You want this to be about honor? You want to start a war? Well hell kid you got it." I could feel the cool metal being pressed harder to my skull. His finger was on the trigger, and all it was going to take was one slight movement and I was a goner.
"Do it." I told him after a long stand still.
"W-what?" He struttered out.
"I said fucking do it, you think you're a man, prove it. If you don't you'll never get respect around here again. "I said do it! Show them you're a man! Show them!"
"Santana!" Rachel pleaded out from the back on the truck. I knew she wanted to run out to save me, but I had a plan and it would only work if I pissed El Diablo off.
"This is the West End light weight…and no one messes with the Royals." I closed my eyes. I felt the gun press further into my temple. This was it. It was now or never.
…uh oh cliffhanger.