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Islan
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"Gotta be a reason." I say.
"Who the fuck is this nigga?" Boon asked.
"He didn't even say much about his childhood. All we know about is Zell and his baby Taylor."
"Is that baby even his? Or did he steal the muthafucka?" I pace the patio.
"Boon." Tre says.
"I ain't overreacting. We don't know a fuck thing bout him but what he let us see. No wonder he got the fuck outta dodge when Max agreed to help."
"Which is strange that he'd agree to the help with the risk of everything else being exposed." Tre sits down on the patio sofa beside me.
Guess it's a good thing Zayvis is here."
"Ion know. He a lil suspect too." Boon, ashes the blunt.
"I think he's nice."
We both look at Tre. "You think everyone nice baby." I lean in to kiss him.
"I flat out messaged Rain and said
Nigga, who are u? Yo name ain't Rain Cooke, Bellis or Kevin Dawson. They have no records of u.
I read my message out loud.
"He said nothing I'm assuming?" Tre sips his drink.
"Nothing." I shake my head.
"Maybe he's in some kind of trouble." Tre says what we all have considered.
"But what's so bad he can't say shit? Or he just don't care to say shit. Maybe um just not that that fuckin important." I read my message again.
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Boon
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Later I agree to show Zayvis around. Plus, I wanted more information on Rain.
When I arrive at his hotel he tells me to come up. He wasn't completely finished getting dressed. While riding the elevator up I still can't get the whole Rain thing out my head.
The people at the front gave me a key as instructed by Zayvis. I have never in my life been inside a hotel room this nice. It was more of a condo in my opinion. Soul R&B played softly through the speakers. A few candles burn, making it smell good.
Zayvis walked from out of his room, shirtless. "You made it. Didn't run into any trouble with concierge service did you?"
"Na, it was straight." I stand watching him walk over to the counter and take out two glasses.
"Do you acquire the taste of wine?" He pulls a bottle from the mini wine cooler.
"Not really. Shit taste stale and old." I scrunch up my nose.
He chuckles. "The finest of people in the world happen to love that stale and old taste."
"Well um just Boon and ion know none of them."
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RomanceIslan wasn't anything special, in his eyes. He was poor, always in trouble and not good at much but women. He desired nothing more than finding a way to take care of his family. Tre came from a wealthy family. He dated the finest girl in town. He h...
