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A few weeks had gone by, I was vibing in Miami, working with some artists. Chubbs and Chris were kicking it with me too. In the midst of all this, I was caught up texting Daisjha. She was on about heading to work tonight, but damn, I didn't want her going back to that life. She just doesn't see that she don't need to strip no more. "You aren't my man, Aubrey! I don't understand how you're trying to tell me what I can or can't do," she hit me with that text. I just stared at my phone, letting the beat run while YoungBoy was in the booth.
"Let me get this one, Drizzy," YoungBoy called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced up, "What you say?" I had to ask.
"Let me get this. I got some crazy shit for this," he said, ready to spit some fire.
"I got you," I responded, getting back into the zone just as my phone buzzed again. It was Tia, one of my Miami hoes, "You in Miami?" she texted.
I replied, "You know I'm here. I know you keep track of my whereabouts," even as YoungBoy started getting crazy in the booth, dissing some other rappers.
Tia wasn't letting up, sending another text, "🤭 You love it though. Can you come get me?" I told her to be ready in a couple of hours, trying to focus on the session with YoungBoy.
After wrapping up at the studio, I planned the night with my crew. We decided to hit up a club, and I figured I'd bring Tia along. Picked her up, and soon we were chilling in our section at the club. She was starting her shit, already. "Drake, why haven't I seen you in a while?" Tia nudged.
I just shrugged it off, "Just been busy." She was all smiles,
" What if I come see you sometimes."
"Yea, you can't do that," I told her straight.
She prodded, "So you'd be mad if I just popped up?" I faced her, "Try if you want," before lighting up and joining Chris on the other side.
"Aye, shorty over there in the blue was just asking about you." He pointed out some shorty at the bar on the level below. I couldn't see her face but I could definitely see that body. She was looking good, but damn, Daisjha still had it over her. Why the hell was I always comparing everyone to Daisjha?
I was checking this girl out when Tia suddenly became a problem I didn't need so I sent her ass back over too the other side. I was looking down at my phone when I saw Alyssa's live on my phone, she and Brooklyn were at Platinum Pleasures, and there was Daisjha, dancing. That shit pissed me off. Where the hell was Zy? I called Alyssa, "What, Aubrey?" she snapped.
" So you hoes just out, enjoying yourselves. Daisjha shaking ass. Where the fuck are the boys?" I asked but she wasn't having it, "Nigga we can go out when we want and she wanted work. I'm not stopping a bitch from getting her money!" she said and hung up.
Frustrated, I felt someone touch my shoulder. Turning around, I saw it was shorty I'd been watching. I realized that she was the same girl I met last time I was in Miami, Casey.
"Wassup," I said, eyeing her. "Hey, I figured I would see you when I saw your boys here," she smiled. We talked a bit before my phone vibrated again. It was Daisjha.
" Aubrey I'm sorry but I need to make my own money. I thank you for all that you're doing for me. I'll always be thankful for you! What you'rs doing for Zy and me, no one has ever helped me out like you have. As I've said before I can't depend on you forever." I read it but I didn't reply, feeling some type of way about it all.
Turning back to Casey, "You rolling with me or?" I asked. She nods and grabs my hand. I dapped up Chubbs and Chris, ready to bounce. I noticed Tia was trying to catch up, from the other side but I was already heading out with Casey.
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Later that night, Casey and I were back at my condo out here, just vibing, smoking, sipping, and getting into some shit. She was all over me, and I wasn't about to play like I didn't want it. We kept at it until the late morning, moving from one spot to another. I had her ass all over my condo. We hit the balcony, and just as I was about to bend her ass over my phone started ringing. I ignored it, figuring it was probably Tia blowing up my shit again. But then, it rang a second time.
"You gonna answer that?" Casey asked, stepping back a bit.
"Nah, it's all good. Let's keep going," I said, eager to get back to what we were doing. But then, my other phone, the one only family and close friends have, started ringing. Something about that felt urgent. I let go of Casey and darted into the room to grab it. It was Brooklyn on the line, sounding frantic.
"Aubrey! You need to come back now!" she yelled through the phone.
"What's up? What happened?" I asked, my heart starting to race.
"It's Daisjha. That bitch Nigga KJ showed up again. We found her in the dressing room, beaten and bloodied, Aubrey," she blurted out, her voice trembling with emotion.
I felt like my world stopped spinning for a second. "Where is she now?" I yelled, already thinking of the next steps.
"We're at the hospital. You need to get here fast," Brooklyn replied.
"I'm on my way. I'll book the private now," I assured her, already dialing to book a private jet. Before hanging up, Brooklyn spoke up. " Hurry up, Aubrey, Zy is asking for you. He's confused on where his mommy is and where you are." She says.
" Where is he? Where are the boys?" I asked.
" With Mommy and Daddy." She replied.
After ending the call, I hit up Chris and Chubbs, filled them in, and confirmed we'd be heading out within the hour. I took a quick shower trying to clear my head. When I came out, Casey was just lying there, wearing one of my shirts.
"Everything okay?" she asked, concern in her eyes.
"Some serious shit's gone down back in Atlanta. I gotta head back," I said, trying to keep my composure.
She nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Hope everything works out," she said. I appreciated her not making a fuss about it. Unlike Tia, who would've thrown a fit or begged to come along.
I arranged a driver for Casey and watched her head to the shower, admiring her one last time before I had to shift my focus to the situation at hand. On the plane back with Chubbs and Chris, I was lost in thought, planning what I'd do to this bitch ass nigga KJ for touching Daisjha.
" I just sent out a text, that nigga is about to get hit up." Neither one of them replied and I didn't need a reply.
Landing back in Atlanta felt like the longest trip, even though it was a quick flight. Alyssa guided me over the phone to the right floor in the hospital. Seeing Daisjha lying there, bruised and broken, something in me just snapped. But I had to keep it together for her.
"Daishja," I said softly, taking her hand as I sat beside her. She looked so vulnerable, so hurt.
"Aubrey... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," she whispered, her voice weak.
"Hey, none of that now. You just focus on getting better. Don't worry about anything else. And trus, that nigga will never be a problem again," I assured her, feeling a mix of anger and protectiveness.
I sat there, holding her hand, feeling a sense of responsibility and a deep urge to make things right. No matter what it took, I was going to ensure Daisjha and Zy were safe. That was my promise to myself.
