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โผ๏ธโผ๏ธSA MENTION WARNING โผ๏ธโผ๏ธ
Von was chillin solo at his crib, lights low, sittin back on the couch in just sweats, no shirt, chains layin heavy on his chest. One hand playin wit his diamond OโBlock piece, the other holdin a lit blunt, smoke floatin lazy in the air. He wasnโt plannin to link wit nobody todayโjust kickin it, mindin his own shiit.
TV was on in the background, YouTube runnin some interview. He ainโt pay much attention at firstโuntil he heard yo name.
He glanced up, brows furrowin when he realized it was you on screen. He knew youโyou was that female rapper he fw a few times, even talked to here n there. You was cool as hell, solid. Ainโt like them fake ass chicks doin shiit for clout.
But when he heard you open up โbout some real heavy shiitโsayin someone took advantage of you, callin yourself SA victimโhis whole mood shifted.
His jaw locked, blunt hangin from his fingers, eyes glued to the screen. That topic hit different for him, made his stomach turn, like someone had just swung on him.
He leaned forward, voice low, rough, laced wit anger. โNahโฆ who the fuck did that to you?โ he muttered, brows low, tone dead serious.
He ainโt even blink as he kept watchin, heat boilin in his chest. Ainโt no way he was lettin that shiit slide.