Illusion : A Dr.Dre Fan Fiction ( Completed )

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Omniscient 

Its been two weeks since E seen Dre and Kiyanne's words rung in his head like a loud police siren that wouldn't go off in his head. He couldn't help but think that Kiyanne could have been partially telling the truth. Despite the love-hate relationship they have for one another, Kiyanne always appeared to be truthful and honest. The girl used to set up niggas and transport drugs for him. But at the same time, Kiyanne used to steal from him but he knew it.

So, what was a nigga to do?

Dre called Eric over to the crib to explain the whole situation. He wanted to be with Kiyanne but couldn't help but think about the baggage that Kiyanne keeps around her. Baggage meaning, Keenon. Dre didn't know shit about being a thug and how all that Gang Banging shit worked. All he knew is he wanted to have Kiyanne to himself. It was something about her that made her irresistible, intoxicating and poisonous and he wanted every drop of venom.

Dre wanted Kiyanne to officially move in, not playing this side nigga shit. He was a grown ass man and he feels like a punk ass waiting and peddling around because Kiyanne didn't know exactly how to break things off with Keenon. She didn't deserve that lifestyle, So Dre thought. Far as he knew, Kiyanne was kind, loving, smart and ambitious. How could a woman so gorgeous and amazing be caught up with a nigga such as Keenon? It doesn't make any sense. Dre knew he was taking a risk, but she was worth it.

Dre waited for the arrival of Eric. He decided to leave out the fact that he was getting his contacts overlooked since Cube left the group and put the bug in his ear. He wasn't too pressed though, he knew E was his homie and they started this Ruthless movement together. They were brothers, and Dre took that seriously.

It was close to 6PM when Eric's car finally pulled up into Dre's driveway. He was coming from a meeting with one of his baby mothers before he got the beep from Dre. Dre stood in the door way wearing a LA Dodgers Jersey, Blue Guess Jeans and all White Nike Blazers.

"Wassup E." Dre said as he dapped his homie up.

"Sup Dre." Eric said as he hesitantly showed Dre love.

Eric and Dre made small talk, but Eric wasn't feeling it. Kiyanne word's rung in his head as Dre rambled on about something that Eric wasn't paying any attention to. Dre and E ended up In Dre's home studio and they began sparking up a blunt. E was more than happy to see that blunt because he needed to calm his nerves. He didn't know who to trust any more. Kiyanne, the girl who could have been his wife if she wasn't so trifling and savage but appeared to be docile and innocent. Or his brother, Andre. Who never left E side since they started this music shit?

"This shit hittin." E said as he took a long, slow drag from the blunt, allowing the smoke to calm his ass down.

"Damn right. That's the good shit. Got it from my Bro Warren." Dre said as he continued to roll up two more blunts.