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von leaned back on his seat in his car, his chains heavy, his cap on, his dreads just restin against his shoulders, his glock tucked in his slim fit saggin jeans. he was watchin all the stories that you'd add bout yo bf that just cheated on you so you exposed him, showin what type of asshole he was. von was kinda happy, he wanted you for years. y'all met 'cause you give him yo insta one night in some club where he was performin, but you didn't wanted to do anythin wit von 'cause you had bf so von was just followin yo acc, checkin yo story, likin your new pics when you added some
he checked every your instastory, read every ss that you posted between you n you bf that were showin what type of nigga he is. toxic, cheater, sometimes even abusive 'cause you posted videos of him spittin on you when you didn't wanted to do sum n shiit. von knew that it's his last chance to shot his shot n if he wouldn't do that-then other nigga would
he started to send you messages,
"fuck yo bf, he a bitch n i think it's time you switch, mama" he send that one, takin one blunt n puttin it between his lips as he continued to type,
"hmu when you feelin lonely or when you in need of dick. we can kick it 'til the morning π" he send also this one, chuckin quietly to himself, def proud of himself wit that 'flirt' that he was doin now, or at least tryin