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Von gripped the wheel tight as he pulled up to 63rd, his jaw clenched. He ainβt wanna bring you here, but yβall had no choice. His blick sat snug on his lap, just in case. You could feel the tension, the air heavy with danger as his eyes scanned every corner.
It didnβt take long before yβall ran into some of his opps. Vonβs whole vibe shiftedβhe leaned over, opening the car door for you. βAye, get in,β he ordered, his voice firm but protective. He made sure you were locked in before disappearin' into the shadows, leavin' you alone for what felt like hours.
When Von finally came back, his face was stone-cold, his shirt a lilβ wrinkled. The blick was still on him, but the clip? Empty. He didnβt say nothinβ, just slid into the driverβs seat and nodded for you to stay quiet as he drove off.