King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    ๐Ÿ“ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ธ, ๐“ž'๐“‘๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ด

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    Von was posted up on the block, coolin' with the guys, same shiit, different dayโ€”'till Durkโ€™s voice cut through the convo.

    "They found a body."

    Von wasnโ€™t even fazed at first. That was normal in the trenches. But then Durk said your name.

    Everything stopped. The noise, the laughter, even Vonโ€™s heartbeat felt like it skipped. Nah. Not you. You was one of them, one of his. Always right there, ridinโ€™ with him, slidinโ€™ when needed.

    But now? You was gone.

    Von just stood there, jaw clenched, fists tight, tryinโ€™ to breathe past the sudden tightness in his chest. Ainโ€™t no way.