Playing With Fire

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DAMITRI

"Sadie!" Damitri called out.

He barged into her room where she was sleeping. She grunted as he ripped the cover off of her body. "What?!"

"Girl, you betta come at me right before yo ass get slapped." He said. Mercedes rolled her eyes but not so that her brother could see.

"What do you want, Meech?"

"You had T-bone and Ross fuck up Arnell's brother car?!" He questioned.

Mercedes wondered how he knew her name. She never told him.

"That was months ago, why you bringing it up now?" She wondered.

Damitri looked like he wanted to slap her ass. She wanted to know why he even cared.

"It don't matter how long ago it was, it was just brought  to my attention." Damitri shot back. "Don't ever do that stupid shit again. You do some more sneaky shit under my nose and Ima fuck you up."

"Aight, damn Meech." She said. She wasn't dumb enough to try him because she knew he would actually fuck her up.

Damitri left Mercedes room and slammed the door. The only way he could have known was if Arnell told him herself. She would definitely have some words with her on Monday.

Damitri jogged down the stairs to see a worrisome Dorian. He was pacing back and forth in the living room.

"What's wrong with you?" He questioned.

"Yo, Roscoe outside. He wanna talk to you." Dorian stated.

Damitri hasn't seen nor spoken to Roscoe since he said he was going to stop working for him. He knew not to come around his block because he was going to get fucked up. That's why Damitri was so surprised that he wanted to talk. Bold move.

"Where that nigga at?"

Damitri walked outside and and saw Roscoe on the porch. He shook his head.

"Don't try to dap me up, nigga." Damitri said pushing Roscoes hand away.

"Look, I just came to tell you Quentin ain't happy with you still selling in his parts."

Quentin thought that if he cut off his seller that it was going to change anything. But when Roscoe quit, he just got someone else to sell for him.

"Parts? What parts? That nigga don't own shit! I run this city, ya fell me?" Damitri shot back.

"Look, man. This yo last warning. Quentin said either you stop selling or there's gone be a problem."

"Nigga, you betta get from 'round here before WE gone have a problem." He said pulling up his shirt exposing his gun.

Roscoe shook his head but did as he was told.

Quentin wasn't going to stop Damitri from doing anything. If it was war he wanted, it was war he was going to get.

ARNELL