Downfall. (Urban)

17

If you didn't know (Like Tianna didn't), Queen is mute.

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Omniscient

Trick tapped his gun against the floor.

He had his headphones up full volume, as he didn't want to hear the scene unfolding infront of them.

One of Boss's niece's best friends had gotten raped, and Trick was to deal with the guy who did it.

Well, Scotty was.

Scotty was a well known gay guy who hung around bars a lot, but never got anything.

You can probably guess why.

Scotty groaned as he slapped Markese's ass. "I ain't have a sweet piece of ass like this in a minute. Damn babygirl"

Markese sobbed; as he was getting violated in the worst way.

The only thing that Dietrick heard was PnB Rock's Questions.

A song that reminded him of Justice.

The bullshit that Trick had to go through was unbelievable.

Shit, just shoot Markese in the ass and let him suffer that way.

When did Dietrick ever express interest in overseeing a man get raped by another?

Why you always asking all these questions? I ain't about to be over here stressin'

Thinking about what I'm finna say now
This is starting to be everyday now

Girl you got me and you know it so just don't trip

And don't be texting asking questions about no hoe shit

Cause when you ask, that's when it all falls down

If it's meant to be, time will tell

And we was doing good if you asked me

Til you start asking about Tiffany and Ashley

Dietrick went back and forth, putting the safety on and off.

"You know you got AIDs now?" Scotty pulled up his pants and fixed himself before leaving.

Markese sobbed louder, & Dietrick shot him in the foot.

He couldn't even kill him, just torture and send him up to Boss.

Dietrick had zoned out thinking about his life; and how it was going.

AKA bad.

And in the back of his mind, he knew that boss was going to kill him.

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"You got my bread stacked up?" Dietrick asked while sitting in the tub.

"Yes, Trick. Why?"

"When I die, promise me that-"

"Don't talk like that, Trick. You're scaring me and-"

"I'm not saying this shit to scare you, I'm just being real"

Lanisha sniffed, and Dietrick got out of the tub before wrapping a towel around himself.

They had taken a shower before they got in the hot tub, so they were already clean.

He placed Lanisha down on the bed, and put on some boxers before getting in bed with her.

"I know you a good mother. Shit, a damn good mother. Better than the one that I had. But, raise my baby right. I need you to discipline her, and educate her because the last thing I want for her is to be in the streets. Shit, talk to her about STDs and drugs, and about all the real shit that's going on in the world, not just our city. I ain't got no doubts about you, but just put her on the right path, Nisha. That's all I want"

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Lanisha sobbed as she got out a camera.

Dietrick had requested a picture with Queen before he went to go see Boss.

Although Dietrick was almost certain that Boss wouldn't try any shit today, he wanted to take a picture with his baby just incase.

"You can leave, Trick. We can move to another-"

"I'm not dragging you into this, Nisha. Don't do this right now"

But if not now, then when?

Lanisha had already thought about moving to another state, shit even another continent.

She just wanted her baby to grow up with her father.

"Smile for me, Queenie" Dietrick held her up and leaned his face close to hers.

The corners of Queen's mouth turned upwards, and she breathed heavy with excitement.

"It don't matter if you can talk or not, babygirl. You smart, and ya mama gone fight every single person that try and handicap you just cause I said so"

Dietrick stood up, and hugged Lanisha for a long time, rocking him back an forth. "You my favorite babymama"

Nisha almost laughed because she was his only babymama, but she didn't have it in her.

They took a photo together, as a family before Dietrick left.

As soon as Dietrick got to his location, he started to converse with some of the niggas around him.

Dietrick didn't get close to any of the niggas in the same game as him.

He preferred female companions.

"Hey, Trick daddy" Some broad that he had previously fucked with smiled at him.

Matter of fact, Justice didn't like her.

She scanned over his bruised and cut skin. "What happened to your f-"

"I was gonna say hey, but now you just need to mind your business"

Dietrick didn't like explaining himself to anybody. He had always been that way.

He walked up to the guards inside his office and they gave him a head nod before he entered.

Two more guards resided in Boss's office.

"What up, nigga?" Bossed laughed, and slapped hands with him.

Dietrick felt a weight being lifted off of his shoulders.

"Could you get someone with a lower rank than me to do that gay shit? I ain't tryna be all up in no aftermath"

"You think I give a fuck? If you lower than me, which you will be all of your life because ain't no passing the best, you gonna do what the fuck I say"

"And I get that but I'm just sayin' I'm not tryna be doing that shit nomore. I'm best when I'm killin' or sellin'."

POW! POW! POW! POW!

Boss sent four hot ones straight at Dietrick's chest and watched him drop.

He was alive, but shock set it and he was paralyzed.

"You ain't special, nor invincible, nigga. Don't nobody care about your personal preferences. You not here to get pampered"

Boss put his gun down. "He was attracting too much attention from the cops anyways. Ion like that shit."

Blood poured from all of Dietrick's wounds, and Boss sucked his teeth.

"Somebody clean this shit up"

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