Playing With Fire

t h i r t y - f o u r

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"Where the fuck is Dorian?Ross asked. "He wanted to get back at Quentin so bad and now he ghost?"

Damitri didn't really care. He was going to cut him off anyway because he had been nothing but drama for awhile now.

"Fuck it, we doin' it without that nigga." Damitri stated. They headed towards the warehouse. When Damitri got there, Quentin was tied up in a chair. "I wanna know why the fuck you got ya lil wack ass shootas out here trynna kill me." Damitri asked while sitting down.

"I wanna know why you did half the shit you did." Quentin shot back. "Thought we was cool."

"Fuck you talkin' bout?"

"All this started when I noticed my trap houses started to get robbed."

"You must got me confused wit somebody else." Damitri shook his head. He didn't know what Quentin was talking about.

"Nigga, don't play dumb!" Quentin yelled.

"I suggest you lower yo fuckin' voice considerin' you the nigga tied up and I'm the nigga with the gun." Damitri told him before cocking his gun. Quentin quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath before starting up again.

"So you tellin' me you don't know shit about what's been goin' on?" Damitri shrugged. "You obviously got somebody trynna fuck you over." Quentin told him.

"How you know it was one of my boys?" Damitri asked.

"After every hit, 'N210' was spray painted on a wall." Quentin told him. "Last time I checked, that's yo set."

"Man, that could've been anybody trynna set me up." Damitri sucked his teeth. "Why you ain't come to me like a man and ask me if I was doin' the shit," Damitri and Quentin started off as friends but somewhere down the road things changed.

"I did." Quentin told him. "Well, I talked to Dorian and he said you ain't wanna talk to me. I just took it as yo ass was guilty."

"He ain't never told me dat." Damitri said shaking his head.

"I guess you know who fuckin' you over." Quentin smirked. "I didn't mind you sellin' in my  area cause you was just chasin' a coin like me. But, when I thought you started stealin' from me, that's when I had the idea of selling bad dope because I don't play about my money."

"And neither do I." Damitri shot back. "And I can assure you that I had no idea."

"I wasn't trynna kill you at first. It just got out of hand." Quentin shook his head.

"Yeah, you know you killed a sixteen year old boy?" Damitri asked him.

"Man, I ain't pull the fuckin' trigger." Quentin told him.

"Word on the street is, the cops interrogatin' ya boys, so sooner or later yo name gone pop up. Then I ain't gotta deal with you." Damitri stated.

"You think I'm the problem?" Quentin laughed. "Once I'm gone, some lil nigga gone take my place and who knows, he might not be ass nice as I am. That's just the game." Quentin smiled.

"That's just the game? That's all you have to say when you shoot at me and my girl twice?" Damitri asked getting angry.

"Nah, she was never a target." Quentin said.