Didn't want to leave you guys with a cliffhanger like that if I wasn't going to show you what happens next soon. The situation is going to be heightened in future chapters, Quinn's about to get involved. Anyway enjoy.
There was no time to think. I threw my forearm up, connecting hard with El Diablo's hand. We both had a solid grip on the gun until I rammed my knee into his gut and pistol whipped him to the ground. Now I had the gun, and I had the control. Everything went silent. I saw that one of El Diablo's men was in the process of reaching for his gun but he froze. They were scared, scared that I'd just shoot them all right now. And they should've been scared.
"Easy kid." El Diablo said looking up from where he was positioned in between a standing and kneeling posture. The gun was pointed right between his eyes, and I noticed a small bead of sweat fall down his face. "Just calm down, we can all walk away from this-." I chuckled in a mysteriously sinister way. I was holding a gun to his head just like he'd been doing to me just seconds earlier. Just because he tried to apologize for what he did to my sister, it still didn't stop me from seeing those tears tattooed on his face.
"No, we're not walking away from anything." I told him. "Stand up." I demanded and he did. "Not such a tough guy now, huh?"
"San, let's get out of here." Quinn said from behind me. I wanted to look back to make sure Rachel was okay, but I couldn't break eye contact with El Diablo. I needed him to know that I wasn't some kid. I was stronger than he was, and he wasn't going to get away with what he did.
"Lopez, we gotta get out of here." Puck shouted.
"Are you scared?" I asked El Diablo just to see if he was. He starred so hard it was like he was looking right through me. "Killing you would be for the better. No one would miss you."
"They'll take you to prison. You'll stay there forever, and that sweet little girl of yours over there…" He nodded in Rachel's direction. "Her heart will be crushed." I pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger as hard as I could. I was expecting a loud bang, I was expecting the pathetic excuse of a man to fall down in front of me with half of his face demolished on the pavement. Instead I heard a loud click.
When I opened my eyes El Diablo was still standing there. He reached out and took the gun from my trembling hands and put it in the back of his pants. Not loaded he mouthed with a smirk. "Don't take this too kindly, you still have to watch your back but…we'll stay off your turf. Remember that this little game of cat and mouse isn't about honor anymore, whoever has the gun has the power." He snapped his fingers and his men got in the car followed by him.
They sped off back the way they came, leaving me standing there speechless. "San." I spun around and was confronted with a weeping Rachel. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to calm her down, but Quinn and Puck looked angrier than I'd ever seen them. I knew why. I'd pulled the trigger. Sure the gun wasn't loaded, but I pulled the trigger. I was just as bad as El Diablo was, I thought to myself. I might be worse.
"How do you feel?" Rachel asked me while we were bundled up in her bed, arms wrapped around one another and a dim light on in the room.
"Stupid." I said quietly.
"You confronted him, I was terrified but at the same time I was incredibly proud of you." She ran her hand through my hair, and I leaned further into her touch. "You never spoke about Marcia before…I wish I could've met her."
"People used to say that we looked just alike. They said that Marcia was going to grow up and be the sweet version of me." I said laughing a little to myself. "She looked up to Emilio and I, that's why we were both so excited when he got out of the gang. I told her that it takes a strong person to do something like that, I mean I idolized him-."
"You blame him for it. Even after you heard what El Diablo said?" Rachel asked quietly.
"I just don't…when will it all stop?" I knew it was a question that Rachel could never answer. I loved her, I wanted to be with her, but there would still always be that distance between us. She had her escape, she always would.
"You told me that it was just the way things were." Rachel said. "But I don't think that's true. If you stay away from all those bad little things, then everything will be alright." She was right; I mean when was she not? I had to get out of that stupid drug dealing stint I had with Rico and I had to start going to school more when it started up.
"Did you mean it?" I asked her sitting up slightly on the bed.
"Did I mean what?" She questioned pulling me closer to her body.
"Telling me you loved me. Did you mean it?" I asked again."
"Of course I did." She said before placing a gentle kiss on my nose. "You know I used to think you were this tough girl, now I see that you're just a softy. I mean Santana, we're cuddling, and you're the little spoon." I turned around so that I was facing her.
"I'm not a softy." I said pouting. I began nipping at her neck playfully enjoy the giggles and squeals I was receiving. "I can be bad if I want to be." I flirted.
"You can?" Rachel asked with darkened eyes.
I pressed my lips to hers and tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth. "Yes I can." I assured her as my hands went down to her waist.
"Prove it." And I did.