○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

――――――――――

📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

――――――――――

Von was sittin in that McDonald’s booth, hoodie low, rockin his chains while munchin on a McChicken, chillin wit Durk, Muwop, and a couple other O’block niggas. They was laughin, talkin loud, throwin fries at each other like lil kids, but still watchin they surroundings. Ain’t no spot too safe when opps lurkin everywhere.

Outta nowhere, they heard loud ass yellin comin from up by the counter. Von glanced up, jaw still movin, seein some loud goofy ass nigga goin at it wit a McDonald’s worker—you. Von couldn’t hear everything at first, but he caught pieces. Some dumbass talkin bout how his order was wrong, tweakin out over nuggets or sum. You was standin yo ground tho, snappin back.

The crew was finna ignore it, but then—SMACK. That shit echoed. Von froze mid-bite, jaw tight asf.

Everybody in his booth stood up fast. Von was the first one to move, eyes low, jaw locked. He already slid his hoodie up off his head, in that same stance he only pulled when he was on the block.

His voice dropped low, gritty and dangerous as he stepped up toward the scene, neck heavy wit ice. “Aye… who da fuck you think you touchin, goofy?”