Playing With Fire

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DAMITRI

Damitri brought Marc's car back to the park. When he arrived, all he could see was flashing lights. The cops already had yellow tape closing off the park. It seemed as if the whole neighborhood was behind those barriers, waiting for answers.

Damitri found Marc and handed him back his keys. "Thanks man." He said as he shoved them into his pocket.

He watched as they zipped up a body bag and placed it on top of a stretcher.

"Who dat?" Damitri asked Marc. He left so quickly that he wasn't even aware that someone got killed.

"Man, that's Malcolm." Marc replied shaking his head.

"My baby!" Malcolm's mom yelled. She ran towards him but was soon caught by an officer.

"Ma'am, stay behind the tape." The office warned pushing her back.

Damitri shook his head. That was her son and she wasn't even allowed to see him. But then again he wasn't surprised how the cops were acting hostile towards her. They didn't give a damn about anything.

"Meech!" Damitri turned around and saw Dorian pulling up in his car. He jogged across the street and got in.

"Man, this shit is crazy." Dorian stated before puffing on his blunt. He tapped it a couple of times on the window to knock off the ashes.

"Every at the spot?" Damitri asked.

"Yeah, man. Everything straight."

Dorian made his way to one of the many trap houses they had. Damitri didn't think it was a good idea to go home yet. He suspected Quentin was behind it but he wasn't sure. When Damitri and Dorian arrived, everyone was in the living room waiting.

"What do we know about what went down?" Damitri questioned.

"It was Quentin boys, man." Dorian said. "I saw Roscoe my damn self."

"He was one of them shootin'?!" Damitri questioned. That made his blood boil. At one point, Roscoe was working for Damitri, and now he was trying to kill him.

"What was the point in this, though?" One of the guys asked. "You haven't really been doin' shit, so why try to kill you?"

All Damitri was doing was selling a little dope. He didn't agree with it but it was a source of income. Quentin obviously wanted to be the only one with that occupation.

"Nigga so greedy that he willin' to kill you for it." Dorian blurted out. "He makin' enough money with just sellin' up in The Villas." Dorian shook his head.

Damitri sighed.

"So, what we doin'?" Joe asked.

"Right now, nothin'." Damitri waved him off.

Dorian scrunched up his face at Damitri. "Fuck you mean?"

"What I just said." Damitri shot back. He was tired of Dorian questioning every decision he made.