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Von was in the mall wit you, his girl, walkin through the crowd, hand tight around yours. He was carryin the bags full of the stuff you bought, grippin them like he owned the place. Every now and then, heβd stop to take a pic, but mostly, his eyes stayed on you, vibin with your presence more than anything else.
Then outta nowhere, some goofy ass nigga stepped up, rollin with his homie who was recordin the whole thing on his phone. Von didnβt even flinch, just slowed his steps, still holdin your hand tight, eyes lookin at the dude like what the fuck you want?
Von gave the dude a quick nod, shook his hand, but as soon as the nigga reached out and touched Von's diamond O'Block chain, that was it. Vonβs eyes turned cold, and in a split second, his fist connected with the nigga's jaw. Hard. You could hear the smack even over the mall noise.
He leaned down, his voice low and dangerous, just enough for dude to hear: βDonβt ever touch my shit again, lil nigga.β
He looked back at you, grabbed your hand again like nothin happened, and just kept walkin. The whole scene was calm to himβno sweat. But he seemed to look around even more than before, def not happy wit the shiit that just happened.