Under Wraps - on my block story

A/N: i know i said this was gonna be a 3 part series, buuuuut.....it's looking like we're going to need a part 4🤷🏾‍♀️ sorry for this emotional ride i'm taking y'all on, pls stick around til the end😭

Word count: 2084 (sorry in advance for any grammatical errors, i find new ones everytime i reread🤦🏾‍♀️)

Warnings: guess what? more ✨angst✨ / fighting, gun violence

Rob pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time for the third time in 10 minutes. It had been a little over an hour since he sent Letty on her way to cure Oscar's "drought" as he called it, and he hadn't seen or heard from either of them since.

"Be right back," He announced to no one in particular as he put his blunt out on the house. He walked straight to Joker's bedroom and knocked on the door. When he didn't get a response, he cracked the door. He was met with loud porn star worthy moans overpowering the music. He smiled to himself and nodded, proud of the arrangement he made between Oscar and Letty.

That is, until he realized it wasn't them.

The "Santos" tattoo stretching across the man's back gave it away. It was Andres, one of the other Santos, balls deep inside of his girlfriend. "Yo, fool! Close the fucking door!" He barked at him over his shoulder.

"My bad!" Rob quickly apologized before shutting the door. He called both Oscar and Letty, but neither of them picked up their phones. Rob noticed that the condoms that he had given Oscar were on the floor, all 3 of them. Oscar was no fool, he would never, ever go raw on a girl he wasn't serious about, especially not a girl like Letty.

There was no doubt in Rob's mind, nothing happened between them. He didn't even care about that anymore, he just wanted his money back from Letty.

He found her in the backyard sitting on some guys lap, laughing at everything he said as if he was the headlining comedian at her own personal comedy show. Rob roughly pulled her up by her arm and dragged her away.

"What the hell?!" She exclaimed as she pulled herself from his grip. "I should be asking you that! I didn't pay you half a rack to be out here entertaining other guys!"

"Listen, I did my part! It's not my fault some bitch has him so whipped he didn't even want me to touch him!"

Her voice wavered at the memory of how Oscar wanted nothing to do with her earlier that night. "All of a sudden he's too good for old Letty. Just last year he used break me off almost every weekend." She laughed bitterly.

The way Oscar switched up on her was really fucking with her.

"Keep the cash," Rob huffed before walking off. Having to hear from Letty that Oscar was seeing someone made him feel some type of way. His friend, his best friend, someone he called his brother, couldn't even tell him what was going on in his life. Rob knew Oscar well enough to know that he probably had a good reason for not telling him, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Letty really blew his high. Not really wanting to be there anymore, Rob exited the backyard through the gate and walked towards his car parked down the street. He stopped when he saw Oscar leaning on the hood of his impala with his phone to his ear, trying to get in touch with you. The line trilled and trilled until it went to your voicemail box, again. "Fuck!"

"Trying to call your novia?"

Oscar looked up with that infamous frown his face. "Letty told me. I just think it's kind of fucked up that I had to hear about it from her of all people." Rob shrugged as he took another step towards him. He didn't plan on confronting Oscar about it, but it was already happening and it was too late to back down.