AYSAN
BZZZZ BZZZ BZZZZ
One of Aysan's phones went off on his nightstand. He felt around for it squinting his eyes at the brightness. He furrowed his eyes at the contact name , Donte. Donte only called his back up phone if it was something serious. Aysan quickly sat up sliding the bar over.
"Talk to me."
"We got Matima, and his crew. What you want us to do wit ' dem?"
Aysan's jaw clenched. They would find Matima when he was somewhere trying to get a peace of
mind.
"Hold em. Don't torture em' or nothing like that. Rough Matima up a lil bit tho, when I get back we go from there."
"Aight. I'll hit you."
"Fasho." Aysan ended the call and tossed the phone back onto the stand. He then grabbed his main phone and placed it onto the charger since it was nearing 1%. He had a bad habit of letting his phone die when the charger was right next to him. In his eyes that little 10% warning didn't do nothing for him.
He tossed the comforter off of him swinging his legs off the bed. He stood up and cracked his back. He had woken up earlier this morning and took a walk on the beach to clear his head. When he was done with that he went to go lift for a bit in the gym connected to the house before he laid down for a nap.
He walked into the connected bathroom to relieve himself and handle his hygiene. Going over to the speaker he connected his phone to the bluetooth and began playing King Von's "Too Real"
"Man these niggas hoes, I already know. Tell
em' drop the lo, he gone get exposed." He rapped to himself as he cut on the shower water.
Once it was heated up he stepped in and let the hot water run down his back. He winced at the heat hitting his freshly inked back piece that he had gotten not too long ago.
"Rap beef turn to homicide , You diss, then we gon' slide. He got shot but he ain't die, what? Sike you know he died. On soul that's real"
Aysan listened to a lot of Drill rappers , King Von being one of his favorites, since he related to a lot of his music.
Once he was done he walked back into his room with a fresh towel wrapped around his waist. pulling open the closet door. He grabbed a pair of black cargo shorts that he paired with a Palm Angeles Milano Sprayed T-shirt. He then grabbed his Off-White Rubber Dunks to match. Satisfied with the outfit he put together he dropped his towel and slipped on a black pair of Calvin Klein briefs. He then lotioned up with some Palmers cocoa butter. Once he put on his clothes he sprayed on some Jean Paul Gaultier cologne , which had become his new signature scent.
He went to open the door only to bump into Masiya once again. She was dressed in a pair of PINK grey sweats , a white cropped tee , and she had on a pair of Wave Runners.
"I'm starting to think you stalkin' me" He squinted his eyes causing her to smack her teeth.
"I was just coming up hea' to tell you that me Poodah, Kiana, and Jah going to the mall."
"And i wanted to kno' that because?"
"I hate you."
"You don't and that's okay." He chuckled walking out of the room shutting the door behind him.
