Downfall. (Urban)

23

Omniscient

"So tell me, bruh. You feeling my girl?" Dacian asked Dietrick while staring at the trigger of his gun.

"Where you get that idea?"

"Cause you stopped to look at her before I hit yo ass. She a distraction to you?"

"If I would've liked your girl, you would've known it. The only person I'm here to disrespect is Alora"

"Oh, aight. Why was you staring so hard?"

"Cause it reminded me how lonely I was, damn" Dietrick reached into his pocket for his box of cigarettes.

"You smoke ciggs?" Dacian asked.

"You ready to get on my case about it?"

"Nah, I smoke them shits too" Dac stated.

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but we not finna be in no cigarette gang"

"Nigga, bye" Dacian dismissed him, and Dietrick left, going up to his room.

Sahri knocked on the open door.

"Wassup?"

"How are you doing?" She asked, wanting to make sure that he was good.

And no, she wasn't attracted to him. She would forever remain loyal to Dacian.

"Good"

"I couldn't help but to overhear your conversation with Dac" She sat down on the dresser.

"Oh lord. Nosy ass" He lit a cigarette.

"Possibly pregnant here" She raised her hand.

Dietrick raised his eyebrow before putting it out. "My bad"

"That's okay"

"And you were saying?"

"Oh! I have a friend for you. Well a sister actually. You guys would be cute together"

"Sahri, who told you that you could play matchmaker?"

"I told myself. I have nothing better to do" She clasped her hands together. "I invited her over for dinner"

"And if I were to say no?"

"Well, we'll be expecting you at the dinner table at seven thirty"

Dietrick laughed at the fact that she refused to take no for an answer.

She was like a stubborn little sister.

"We'll see"

Sahri got down, and ran into Dacian. "Hey, Papa"

"Wassup?" He let her walk past before looking at Dietrick. "Time to talk business"

-

Dietrick walked up into one of Bosses trap houses.

"Wassup, hoes?"

All of them laughed. "We thought you was dead"

"And that's supposed to be funny?" He scowled.

"Nah, but yeah"

"Who running this bitch?"

"We all debating"

"Aka all y'all niggas wanna be in charge of the money, but y'all ain't got what it takes"

Dietrick walked upstairs.

"Whoa, where you going? Why you here?"

"Boss dead. And as far as I'm concerned, I still work here"