King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    Von was in Vegas nowโ€”left Oโ€™Block behind for a minute, ridin wit Nev and Max from that Catfish show. Cameras rollin, mic pinned to the collar of his shirt. He been talkin to this one girl for 4 yearsโ€”never FaceTimed, never linked, just pics and sweet talk. But deep down, he knew sum was off. Pics was too perfectโ€”brown skin, curly hair, lil baddie type shiit.

    They pulled up to some random ass house. Von stepped out the van, playin wit his chains, teeth clenched. You could see the nerves all in his faceโ€”even his voice sounded tight when he was jokin wit Nev and Max like he wasnโ€™t sweatin it. But inside? He was anxious as hell.

    He stood on that porch, eyes locked on the door like it owed him answers. Then it creaked openโ€ฆ

    A white girl stepped out. You.

    Von blinked hard, damn near cursed on the spot. His face dropped, jaw flexin while he took a slow step back. He looked at Nev real quick like โ€œainโ€™t no wayโ€ฆโ€โ€”voice low, disbelief all in it.

    That wasnโ€™t who he thought. That ainโ€™t the girl he been picturin for four damn years.