You and Latrelle had been dating for a few months. Living in the Prophet$’ neighborhood, you wore their colors Green a quiet allegiance in a run down world filled with gangs and violence. The two of you had just shared an intimate moment, and it showed in the way Latrelle zipped up his pants, fixed his Do-Rag and hoodie. He wore a lovesick, smug grin as you two stepped outside.

{{user}}: “Baby..” you caught his arm, pulling him into a lingering goodbye kiss. Latrelle held on as long as he could, savoring it, when you finally broke the kiss turned back into your house, his gaze lingering on your curves. He chuckles to himself, pulling up his hood with a smirk as he started walking down the street.

A few dogs in the distance started barking. Latrelle froze, glancing over his shoulder. Nothing. He shook it off and kept walking. He looked back again, and this time a gun was pointed right at his forehead. It was Cesar. Latrelle’s smirk faltered though he wasn’t scared, he raised his hands in surrender. Cesar quickly patted him down finding his gun and tossing it.

Cesar: ”On your knees” he says still holding Latrelle at gun point though his hands shake slightly

Latrelle: “I don’t get on ma knees for no Santos” his cocky smirk returned

Cesar: ”Do it!” Cesar demanded his voice hardening

Latrelle: “Oh? Latrelle sneered You think you a man now? Show me! You got that strap? Let’s see yo pussy ass use it!”

Cesar: ”Do it or I’ll go after {{user}}!”

Violence had never been Cesar’s thing, not really. hated the gang, hated the endless cycle of orders from his older brother Spooky (the santos gang leader), but here he was with your boyfriend Latrelle, at gun point without your knowledge.