3 days later.

"Man I ain't tryna around them people Toot. I'll drop a verse tomorrow, I promise." Kaisyn said, on the phone with Toosii as she smoked a blunt.

"I'm tryna drop this today. Youn gotta stay for long, just do yo verse and you can go back home." He said, and she chuckled, blowing smoke from her mouth.

"What you got for me if I come?" She asked, inhaling from her blunt, her eyes low and red.

"Food. And 20 racks." He told her, and she let out a heavy dramatic sigh.

"30." He upped the price, and she smiled.

"Ight folks I a' slide. Order me subway." She mumbled, before ending the call.

She closed her eyes, continuing to smoke her over stuffed backwood since she wouldn't be able to when she got there.

Once she finished it, she stood up, holding her phone as she walked over to her mirror.

She squatted, holding her own waist as she took pictures of herself. She posted on her Instagram as she slid her feet in some white crocs, grabbing her car keys.

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About 20 minutes later, she pulled in the parking lot of the studio building, currently smoking another blunt to calm her nerves.

She put it out after a few minutes, stepping out of her car. She looked around at her surroundings as she pulled her shorts down that'd rode up her thighs.

Kaisyn walked up to the building, going inside. She waved at the receptionist who she was familiar with, walking down the hall.

She searched for Toosii's name on a door, her eyes low and red as she found it, pushing it open.

Her face frowned up, at least fifteen people in the room, smoke filling the air. She double checked the name on the door, before hearing Toosii's voice.

"Yani." He called, and she walked towards him, into his embrace to give him a small hug.

"Why you got these lame nut ass niggas smokin' round' you? You tryna die folks?" She chuckled, walking in the booth with him.

"It's just hookah smoke. I ain't trippin' off it." He waved her off, and she shook her head at him.

"Where my money at?" She mumbled, and he reached in his bag, grabbing three large stacks, giving it to her.

"This why I fuck wit' you. Thanks Na." She grabbed it from him, and he chuckled, nodding as she sat it to the side.

"What kind of song this is?" She asked, looking around at the people in the studio room, seeing DJ, Toosii's engineer at the music board.

"Say D, play it back." He said the mic, and DJ nodded, before a beat began to sound throughout the room.

"Baby got her own Glock. Ima buy her stones, rock plus diamonds 'cause she a dime and she own lots." His voice sounded through the speakers, and she bobbed her head to the beat.

"I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know. 5'5" and she too fine. I got options but, baby, you mine." He sung along, and she smiled, putting the headphones on.

"Run it back D." She said in the mic, licking over her lips as Toosii stood back.

"I tote my own Glock, VVS, my stone pop. Street nigga bitch and my Birk', I hold my bitch guap. G5 flights, we fly private, pack my bitch chop. She in love with a stepper don't make her send me the drop." She rapped into the mic, and Toosii bobbed his head as she kept going, freestyling.

"Nah, hold up. Delete that verse." She said in the mic, pulling her headphones off, and Toosii rose an eyebrow.

"It sound weird ain't it? Think I should say nigga instead? Bitch ain't going right." She chuckled, and he shrugged.

"I think it sound good. Go with what you think right, it slide either way." He told her, and she nodded as the beat started back.

"I tote my own Glock, VVS, my stone pop. Street nigga bitch and my Birk', I hold my nigga guap. G5 flights, we fly private, pack my nigga chop. In love with a stepper so don't make me send a nigga drop."

She looked up at Toosii, chuckling seeing that he was watching her rap.

"Ima rap bitch, but he got me singin', six foot, he swingin'. I might let you bring ya' bitch and double team it, I mean it." She smirked, and he smacked his lips, mushing her head as she laughed, ending the verse.

"Stop playing with me. Gay ass girl." He waved her off, and she laughed.

"It's just for the song." She shrugged, sitting next to him on the counter as the song ran back.

"You tryna hop on a beat? Lemme see something new you got." He said, looking over at her, and she shook her head.

"I ain't been on my shit the last few days. I took a perc that shit got me going stupid, headache been on ten." She mumbled, and he frowned.

"Stop taking boy drugs. I told you bout' that." He told her, and she chuckled.

"I be going through shit that weed can't help with. Be wanting to be all the way out my body. I only took one though. Only reason I still feel it is cause' my tolerance low for em', ion take em' like that." She shrugged.

"It don't matter. That's even worse, actually. Shit could fuck up your system since you don't do em' often. You gotta stay off that shit Yani." He softened his tone, and she stared blankly at the people in the studio.

"Yeah, whatever. Slide me a beat Nana." She mumbled, standing up from the counter.

Toosii sighed under his breath in frustration because he knew there was no getting through to her. She didn't do well with people trying to help her.

He sent a beat to DJ, and then a few seconds later, it started playing through the speakers.

"Damn, this some hot shit!" A girl called from out the booth, and Toosii chuckled.

Unbeknownst to Kaisyn, Von sat in the corner, a hood over his face, with a mask that only showed his eyes. He had a session next, and had arrived a few minutes early.

He didn't know she'd be here, but now that she was, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He'd been planning to catch up with her since Kayla had told him about Kaisyn almost killing her.

He planned to beat her ass a little bit, just to give a warning. But since she'd walked in, the thought had completely disappeared from his mind. She looked good.

"Aye, shut up. Y'all too loud." Kaisyn spoke in the mic, and the tone lowered immediately.

His tongue grazed over his bottom lip at her rough demeanor. She had the room damn near silent and all she did was speak, he liked that.

"Lately I've been going through some shit. Talk crazy fuck around and get your shit split. And youn wanna pop this Yani bitch-doll-that chopper go-rrah-, bet I don't miss." She rapped into the mic, and he sat up, keeping his eyes on her.

Kaisyn looked up, feeling eyes on her, her low red eyes locking with Von's dark eyes, still not recognizing him.

"I don't give a fuck, you say I act Brazy, I'm Yani Brazy. I don't-I don't give no fucks, you niggas want me come and get me. And they don't wanna see me riding 40's on a benzy." She rapped, her head shaking as she got in her zone.

"I keep the draco on me, that bitch known to bop a nigga. And I don't stop, gotta watch, I'm ready to drop a nigga. Flip flop a nigga up top with the chopper nigga. Chopsticks, banana clips, and my niggas a' drop a nigga." To his surprise, she pulled two glocks from her waist, rapping as Toosii recorded her.

"Yeah, it's big Yani Doll to a lil' bitch. Mane y'all niggas, y'all bitches know wassup with me. Baby Jai sista' it was never safe for a weak bitch. Free gang." She toted her glock in the camera, and Von bit his lip as he watched her.

"You on that gang shit foreal big Yani?" Toosii smirked, walking out the booth with her.

"You know what I'm on Nana." She chuckled, giving him a side hug as he returned it.

"I'a catch up with you. Stay dangerous." She mumbled, high as hell as she walked out of the studio.

Von stood up, slipping out of the door without being noticed. As soon as he walked out, he was slammed against the wall, a gun to the side of his head.

"Fuck you on lil' nigga?" Kaisyn mumbled, her eyes piercing into his.

"Fuck you on?" He retorted, and she tilted her head, the accent as strong as hers and she let his neck go.

"You watching me and shit. Now you tryna follow me. Wassup? Who the fuck is you folks?" She took the safety off her gun, and he chuckled.

He pulled his hood off, and then his mask, his dreads falling down his face, and a mug immediately graced her face.

"You opp ass weird ass nigga. Whea' da fuck T Roy at?" She smirked, stepping back, and his eyes darkened.

"Bitch I'll kill you, where Jai dick riding a-." He started, being cut off as a silent bullet flew across his shoulder, grazing him.

"Wrong bitch. Nigga I'll end yo shit right now." She pistol whipped him, making him daze as he reached for the gun on his waist.

"I'll blow yo hand off. Hold 'em the fuck up." She gritted, and seeing her gun pointed at his forehead, he cursed under his breath, holding his hands up.

"Every time I see you, I punk yo pussy ass out. What happened to that gang shit you be on? Huh?" She stepped closer, and he licked the blood from his teeth, spitting it out on the floor.

"I'a get up wit' you sooner or later. You ain't invincible Kaisyn." He said, and she chuckled.

"Where yo brotha at? You miss em' folks?" He smirked, and her jaw clenched.

"Where yours? Him and yo pops got smoked." She retorted, and his head tilted.

"You ain't catch them bodies though, don't rep off of em'." He said, easy anger laced in his tone.

"On GD them mine. 20s." She told him, and his eyebrows furrowed because only he knew what bullet was used on their bodies, which meant she had indeed killed them.

His eyes darkened, locking on hers as anger seeped through his body. He wanted so badly to wrap his hands around her throat and break her head open against the wall, but she had the upper hand.

"Ima kill you. You think you safe, I'm on yo ass now." He gritted, and she smirked.

"Don't fucking let up then. Pussy. I'm on that gang shit in real life." She pistol whipped him again, knocking him out.

She took a picture of his body, light blood leaking from his mouth. She lifted her head, looking around to make sure there weren't any cameras.

Once confirmed, she pulled his body up, dragging him to the bathroom that was right across the hall from the room they'd just left out of.

She closed and locked the door, before picking up her bullet off the ground, then walking out the building.

Her leg shook as she drove fast, trying to make it to her house as tears threaten to fall from her eyes.

She did miss her brother. She missed him a lot, anybody could see that. Von had definitely struck a nerve.

her gun had a silencer on it. don't ask how nb didn't hear 😑