Downfall. (Urban)

24

Shout out to Calynna cause she the only one who commented on every chapter

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Omniscient

Sahri looked at Dietrick as he watched Mara walk past.

She had on these white high waisted jeans that caught his attention.

Sahri looked at Dacian, and he shook his head at her.

"Sit up at the table, Lora"

Alora sat up in her seat with a scowl on her face, watching Sahri's sister as she walked to the bathroom.

"I don't need nobody with no sorry ass attitude at my dinner table. Fix that shit, quick" He threatened.

Alora sat up, and it seemed like her whole mood changed.

"I thought so"

Mara came back and sat besides her sister, across from Dietrick.

She glanced him up and down before looking away, thinking to herself.

"You got something you tryna say?" Trick spoke up, catching her eyes.

"I would have said it" She responded.

"Yeah, I thought so"

Alora furrowed her eyebrows. "Don't you talk to my-"

"Bitch, I wish the hell you would say that I was your man. Go ahead, I dare you" Trick scowled.

"And if I was? Because 'your man' spoke to me first" Mara responded to Alora. They didn't like eachother either.

"Papa" Sahri turned to Dac to get him to restore order.

"Stop cussin' at my mothafuckin' dinner table"

"Aight, Alora get'cho ass up so I can cuss yo ass out outside"

"Dietrick, quit" Sahri spoke.

"I couldn't care less about what your sister think of me, cause the issue at hand is Alora"

"Alora's always been an issue. That's nothing new" Sahri rolled her eyes.

Dac popped her on her thigh, and she sucked her teeth.

"How many bitches you gone bring up in this house?" Alora asked.

"Shit, he brought yo ass. And why you so damn disrespectful calling a guest a bitch?" Dietrick responded.

"I can handle my own, thank you" Mara stated.

"I never said you couldn't, the fuck?" Dietrick shot her a look.

"Aaaand dinners over. Take y'all fuckin' asses elsewhere" Dac scowled.

It turned out that Mara was staying for a few days.

Sahri and Dacian were now in their room.

"I thought they would get along, Papa"

"You know that Dietrick a difficult ass nigga, and yo sister swear she independent"

Sahri climbed onto his stomach and rubbed his chest. "So?"

He laughed, and grabbed her butt. "Shit, it is fatter"

"Dacian" She removed his hands. "I'm serious"

"It ain't your job to try and put people together. If they didn't gravitate towards eachother, then you can't do anything about it. Stop meddling"

She pouted, and Dacian placed his hands back on her butt.

"He did real good today, shit I know we could really use him long term"