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Von walked through the store with you, one hand restin' lightly on your lower back, eyes sharp as they scanned every aisle. He couldnβt shake the tension from yesterdayβthe threat from his opps still fresh in his mind. Normally, heβd be ready for whatever, but with you beside him, everythin' felt different.
You werenβt just with King Von, the street legend; you were with Dayvon Bennett, the man behind the headlines. And that made him want to protect you even more. His jaw tightened as he spotted a couple shady figures near the entrance, but he took a deep breath, pullinβ you a little closer.
βAye, stay close to me, aight?β he whispered, his voice low, maskin' the worry in his eyes.