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Dayvon barged into the house, the door swingin' open like he owned the place. He didnβt even bother knockin', his usual confident stride makin' the whole room tense. He had that grim look on his faceβthe one that said he just got done handlin' some real business.
He pulled out his phone, holdin' it up as he smirked, βYo, check this shii' out.β The screen lit up with a video of your ex that cheated on you with one of your homegirls sittin' on the ground, a bruise formin' under his eye, Von standin' over him with a blick restin' on the table next to him. The dudeβs voice cracked as he stuttered out an apology, practically cryin'.
βSay you sorry to her one more time, goofy,β Vonβs voice boomed in the video, his tone cold as ice. The guy repeated himself, and Von stopped the recordin', lookin' up at you like he was proud.
βYou ainβt gotta worry about that clown no more,β he said, slidin' his phone back into his pocket. βHe know not to play witβ you again.β He leaned back on the wall, his diamond chains catchin' the light as he waited for your reaction.