AYSAN
MIAMI FL
Saint killed the engine to his hellcat before stepping out of the car. He scanned his surroundings while he clutched his waist. He touched back down in Miami early this morning and had unfinished business that he needed to attend to. After catching up on some needed sleep here he was. He made his way towards the back entrance of the old rundown warehouse. The gravel crunching under his Airforces with each step he took. Stepping over a few branches in the process he finally got to the door. He knocked on the brass door with a specific knock and waited for the locks to click. He heard the many locks click open and the door swung open.
"Saint wassup." Donte slapped hands with him before moving out of the way to allow him to walk in.
The pair walked down the hall of the dimly lit warehouse until they made it to a larger room that was blocked off by rubber curtains. Pushing through them Saint was met with the sight of Matima, Trell, and Tino. Pooter stood in front of them at guard with a Semi automatic in hand.
"Brothers!" Saint exclaimed cracking a devious smile.
Matima weakly lifted his head up to look at Saint. His jaw was swollen and his face was busted up pretty bad , same for Tino and Trell who were both knocked out cold.
"How you been Matima? You know you been outchea' thuggin huh?" Matima didn't respond he only spat on Aysan's shoes staining the white material.
"Aw man these were my favorite pair of forces" He frowned looking down at the shoe. He lifted his foot up and stomped on Matima's knee "Bitch ass nigga" He spat. Matima groaned throwing his head back.
Aysan walked over to the side and grabbed a bucket of cold water and tossed it on Tino and Trell. "Wake the fuck up sleepy times over"
Donte scrunched his face up and pinched his nose. They all smelled terrible due to them being held in the warehouse for almost four days with no shower or bathroom privileges.
"Why y'all lookin' at me like y'all seen a ghost or some shit? Y'all was tryna knock me off i'm here now. Wassup?"
"F..Fuck you" Tino managed to spit out.
"Aw. " Saint pulled his gun from his waistband and fired off three shots into his body causing him to instantly go limp.
"Well he died sooner than expected. I'm kind of sad now." Saint frowned.
Both Donte and Pooter glanced at each other. "He crazy as hell" Pooter mouthed to him and Donte nodded his head in agreement.
Aysan rubbed the gun on the side of his temple "So tell me Trell , why you steal from me and i helped yo' crackhead ass mama?"
"I'm sorry man... he just offered me something i couldn't refuse. I didn't mean for it to be like that i promise. Don't kill me man i got a daughter and my girls pregnant—"
"Awe save it nigga, you know what comes with this shit , and you just so happen to not be the lucky one on the end of the stick. Say hi to Santana for me" He let off another round of shots into Trells chest. Leaving just Matima who stared at Saint as he inches closer to him.
"My little baby brother. Who would've thought you grew the balls to think you can step up to me. Yo' daddy filled head up makin' you think you was the man. Whole time you and Santana nun but bitches. Shot at my la brothers, with terrible ass aim at that. Had a nigga shoot me might i add again terrible ass aim, then you post up wit my baby moms? You got heart i tell you that Matima."
"If you gone kill me do it pussy" Matima spat
"Nahh that's too easy , I can't just shoot you like them. Id be doing you a favor. What I want you to do is tell me who put that bag on my head."
