In it for life

Fick en scen i huvudet, antar att Ángel/Chico ville lätta på hjärtat so I let him. Jag vet att det kan låta stört att mina karaktärer kommer till mig och vill "prata/lätta på hjärtat" men ibland gör de det och då är jag glad att jag har datorn eller ett block/papper i närheten. Eftersom scenen kom bara sådär och eftersom jag precis skrivit ner den så har jag inte direkt lagt tid på att redigera så vissa ord kanske inte passar in i sammanhanget osv plus.

"Im sorry Oscar, I don't, I don't have the money."
Diablo grabbed the man who was kneeling by the collar. The man's eyes were filled with even more panic, and as they did sweet started to appear on his (blank) forehead.
"I promise you Oscar. I will give it to you. My business has not gone so well this month. But I'll give it to you. I have always given you the money? Even in Sanchez days I always paid on time. Didn't I?"
"But this time you didn't!" Diablo growled. His eyes were mad out of fury like his whole body was on fire. A couple of seconds passed in silence. Diablo had released his grip on the man who was still kneeling to the cold floor. His gaze kept shifting nervously like he didn't know where to settle his eyes as Diablo paced back and forward in the small convenience store. I didn't know what to make of the situation. But even though I didn't like it I had to stay and watch whatever might happen. Diablo had asked me to tag along and it was my duty to do so. As a new homie you're not allowed to say no to your gangleader, his rules are your law.
"Okay Miguel, I understand. I'll give you this week to get me my money." I understood that if Miguel didn't pay his taxes my homies would probably ravish the entire store till you couldn't call it a store anymore.
Miguel nodded "feverishly" because of Diablo's mercy.
"Thank you thank you thank you, Oscar, you are a good person." He reached out his hands towards Diablo but Diablo didn't take his hands, instead he took one last look at the store and walked out on to the street.