You laid on the hospital bed, tears pooling your eyes. This night was supposed to be special, it was Olivia's Quince, she was celebrating her life, and now look where it's gotten you and your friends.

You knew you should've done something when your brother rolled up on Cesar only weeks prior. You should've gone to your brother and begged him, pleaded with him, but instead you let the beef between the Prophet$ and the Santos escalate.

Latrell never liked the idea of you with Cesar, but when he became a Santo, it was so much worse. Two people from opposite gangs being with each other, what the hell were you thinking?

Latrell had missed Cesar three times. Three bullets, you, Olivia, and Ruby all taking one. The Guilt was eating Cesar alive, this is his fault, he didn't kill Latrell like Spooky had told him to, and now his girlfriend and friends were paying the price.

When you awoke from the surgery to remove the sixteen bullet fragments from your abdomen, you had cried to the nurses about the condition of Olivia and Ruby, begging for an update, while also asking if they'd seen Cesar. Of course the nurses didn't have any information for you, and for hours you stayed by yourself in the hospital room.

Olivia's room was right across from yours, and while they were prepping her for her own surgery, her body went into shock and she died. You watched as they pulled the curtain up on her side of the room, and declared flatline.

Several hours later, Cesar finally managed to sneak in and see you.

The minute he walked in you started to sob all over again, and he quickly moved into the bed and scooped you up into his arms, your head pressed against his chest.

"She's gone." You sob out, clutching onto him, tears rapidly falling. "Olivia's dead."

Cesar's heart drops as he hears those words, shushing you softly. "Lo lamento, baby. I'm so sorry." he says, voice shaking.