Downfall. (Urban)

10 (Update #2)

Omniscient

Dietrick sat down in the chair infront of this nigga that Boss set him up with.

"Dietrick, you know me better than anybody. I aint no rat" Tequan insisted.

"So you saying that you ain't no backstabber?" Dietrick looked at him, doing his best to look like he believed him.

"Hell nah, man. Gang til we die, right?"

'Yeah, somebody gone die'. Dietrick thought.

"You can be honest with me, bruh. I can help you, but you gotta leave town forreal. On some going to Alaska type shit"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever needs to happen. I ain't no backstabber. I aint no snitch"

So the video of him walking into a police station and trying to blow their whole scandal by talking to the feds wasn't real?

The voice recording wasn't real?

The officer who was pulling an inside job felt the need to stage all of this shit for nothing?

"You see. . .there's the problem. I don't think so"

"Trick, man"

"What's the first three letters of my name?"

"Die"

"You ain't gone die man" Dietrick sighed. "Just disappear, real shit"

He unlocked one Tequan's hands before grabbing a butcher's knife, and stabbing him right under the shoulder blade, twisting the knife as it entered him, and exited through the other side.

"Gone, pull it out" Dietrick watched him scream.

Dietrick ripped the knife out of him, and hancuffed him again.

"You want out?"

Tears dripped down Tequan's face, but Dietrick didn't care for no snitch.

He plugged up the electric saw, and sat it down on the floor beside Tequan.

"I see snitching as stealing, because in one way, shape, or form you takin' from us"

Dietrick's phone vibrated, and he wiped the blood off of his hands onto a towel.

"What up, baby?"

"You's a damn liar. You said you would come home to me tonight" Justice rolled her eyes, and went into the kitchen.

"Damn, baby. I forgot. I'm at my house right now"

"Bitch, I'm at your house. So tell me where you at, Dee"

Tequan screamed in the background, and Dietrick rolled his eyes.

"Is that some bitch?" Justice scowled.

"No, and it's a nigga, and I gotta hurry up and do the shit, baby. Love you"

"There was no I infront of that Love you. Try again, hoe. Wit'cho ugly ass"

Dietrick laughed, and tugged at his chin hairs. "I love you, babygirl. Let me go now"

"So what are you doing?" Justice ignored what he said.

"I won't thinkin' bout you, hoe. Did you shave?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. Shit, I think imma give it up to some college nigga, mmm"

"Fuck is a 'mmm'?" Dietrick said, getting upset. "Let me find out, bitch. Let me fuckin' find out. That's everybody ass. A whole entire mothafuckin'-"