Downfall. (Urban)

20

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Omniscient

Sahri sat on Dac's lap with nothing but his hoodie on.

"You finna have my babies?" He questioned, and slid a piece of paper out of his pocket.

Sahri opened it up, and it revealed that all his test results ended up clean. He tested negative for everything.

She sat the paper on the dresser, and pulled the hood up before leaning down on all fours above him.

"If you hit it right"

He grabbed her bare ass, and made her sit back down on him. "When have I ever hit it wrong?"

Dacian flipped them over before getting up.

He was going to see Dietrick yesterday, but some business shit had popped up that he had to take care of.

So he was going to do it today.

"Don't move. Imma be back in probably two hours"

"Okay, papa"

He smirked before leaning down and kissing her lips. Dacian grabbed the hoodie strings, and tightened the hood around her face before leaving the room.

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Dacian dropped his cigarette in the street before walking up to Dietrick's door and knocked.

Dietrick came to the door, looked the nigga who he had only seen once in his entire life up and down before pushing the door open and walking away.

Shit, he had gotten his fair share of bullets, and he had nothing to loose.
Dac stepped in, and closed the door behind him.

"How you holding up?"

"Welp, the nigga I was loyal to casually tossed four bullets into me and put me into a coma. Shit, my girlfriend been dead for over a year now, and there's no getting over that. I wake up for a minute, and my babymama brains get blown out, and my daughter is in foster care, and I don't know where the fuck she is. I missed her first birthday, and imma miss the rest too"

"Do you want me to-"

"I ain't ask for no friend. Get the fuck on"

Dacian brushed off his words.

"Dietrick!" Alora popped up out of nowhere, and Dacian snapped his head around.

Without hesitating, Dietrick was up with his hands around Alora's neck.

Dacian watched his sister get choked for a little while; as she did deserve it.

Dietrick tightened his grasp on her neck, and she pulled at his wrists.

Dacian intervened, and pushed Alora back to the floor. "Aight, that's enough"

"That ain't e-fuckin'-shit. She ruined my life, so imma kill her bitch ass"

"All the people you done killed, and how many of them retaliated? You ain't gotta always get one up over somebody. Learn from it"

"Why would you just stand there, Dacian?" Alora scowled.

Dacian pulled his gun out and pointed it at her. "You always in my fuckin' business. Take yo ass outside and don't even show up on this street nomore"

Alora looked at the gun, and stood her ground. "Dac-"

"Get the fuck out my business. Aggravating ass"