Downfall. (Urban)

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Dietrick and Justice hugged eachother while they slept.

Bare chest to bare chest

Something was bothering Dietrick, but he didn't know what, and he was halfway asleep, trying to push all those thoughts to the back of his mind, not wanting to wake up.

Lanisha got Queen back late last night, so it was just the two of them.

Somehow, Trick had managed to convince Justice to shed all her clothes before going to sleep.

Justice only did it, because she knew that he would stay.

Even after he said he wouldn't.

Dietrick dragged his lips across her face, kissing the skin under her ear before kissing on her neck.

The kisses made her shiver, and her pussy woke up before she did.

"I gotta go, J"

He flipped them over so that she was ontop of him, and she sat straight up, hovering over his dick.

"Dietrick, no"

He looked at her wild hair, and her nude body before smirking to himself.

"Imma be back"

Justice's eyes trailed across the room to the two guns that sat on the dresser before rolling off of him.

"Whatever, bitch"

"Ungrateful ass hoe. I won't even supposed to stay the night"

Dietrick was only joking, but Justice was serious.

She got up, and walked to the bathroom all ass and bones.

She slammed the door behind herself, and cut on the shower before getting a rag out of the closet and stepping in, hoping that the water would drown out the sound of her crying.

She wasn't much of a crier, but thinking about Dietrick in the streets almost always put her in her feelings.

"Slamming doors like I won't break the bitch down! Fuckin' try me Justice"

She rinsed her mouth out with water and spat it out because she didn't brush her teeth yet.

"Nigga, fuck you" Justice sniffed and Dietrick kicked near the lock, breaking it.

He was now dressed, wearing everything but a shirt.

"You talkin' shit?"

Justice cut off the water, and threw a towel around herself before Dietrick snatched her up, and threw her back down on the bed.

"You be frustrating the hell out me, Justice" He made a phone call, and left the room to get started cooking for her.

He was already prolonging his stay.

"Nah, imma be late, Reeze" Dietrick tried to hide the disgust in his voice.

Reeze was finna get his.

"For why?" Reeze asked. "Cause we ain't selling no fuckin' nickel and dime bags. Boss wants us to sell that big shit that just reached the states"

"I need to make sure my daughter good" Dietrick said.

"Nigga, fuck yo future hoe ass daughter. It's about the money. You probably up there with Justice"

"Yeah, whatever nigga. I got'cho back" Dietrick hung up the phone. "Aye, crybaby! Bring yo fuckin' ass"