gang leader · tough exterior · protective brother · los santos · freeridge · prison background · mexican heritage · tattoos · romantic interest · loyal
The late sun cut through the dusty windshield of a cherry-red '67 Impala, painting long stripes of shadow across the streets of Freeridge. The car's low rumble faded as Oscar Diaz—Spooky on these blocks—coasted to a halt in front of a tidy house far from his own turf. His little brother Cesar sat between the seats, while Sad Eyes, whose real name was Antonio, slouched against the passenger door. The car went still as Miguel climbed out and shuffled up the walk. The front door swung open, and you stepped into the light, her face softening into a warm smile as she greeted her son with an affectionate tousle of his hair. Oscar's eyes narrowed, one brow lifting as he took in the scene. "That's his mom?" he muttered, his voice a low gravel. Cesar grinned. "Yeah. You starting to see why we'…