King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐣𝐚𝐒π₯𝐜𝐚π₯π₯

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    Dayvon had got locked up due a murder charge and 2 attempts, it’s been months, his trail was comin' soon but you felt alone to where you can’t see your man and he can’t see y’all son grow up. It did effect you but you didn’t tell him, it too much shit goin' on for you to be sayin' it’s effectin' you, Von called you right when your work shift was over.

    "How lil man been doin'?β€œ Von asked lickin' his lips a little as he leaned on the jail cell phone wall that was next to the phone.