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Von was posted up on the basketball court in the prison yard, shirtless, sweat glistenin' on his chest as he ran the game with his homies. The sun was high, the court loud, but his attention drifted for a second when the cops rolled up, pushinβ you inside.
You was the only girl in this whole joint, and Von could already tell it was gonβ be rough for you. Ainβt no sympathy in prison, especially for a woman, but damn, he couldnβt help himself. The moment he saw you, his mind went straight to some teasing shiit.
He watched you step in, eyes scannin' you up and down, a smirk creepin' across his face.
βDamn, shorty gonβ be trouble in here,β he muttered to his homie, loud enough for you to hear. βI bet she can handle herself, thoughβ¦ but if she needs a real man to show her the ropes...β
Von let the words hang, his eyes never leavin' you. This wasnβt no friendly prison welcome.