○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Dayvon sat in the living room of your parents’ house, his arm draped protectively over the back of your chair while two-year-old CJJ sat on his lap, gripping Von's diamond chain like it was a toy. The tension in the room was thicker than Chicago air on a summer day. Your father hadn’t said much, but the way he glared at Von spoke louder than words ever could.

Von leaned back, unbothered, a sly smirk on his face. He wasn’t new to this type of energy—it rolled off him like water. “Ayo, CJJ,” he said, bouncing his son lightly on his knee, “look at yo’ lil’ self. You out here stunnin’, huh? Just like yo’ daddy.”

Your father stared at y'all, his anger was just getting bigger and bigger with every second while your mother-Even if she wasn't happy with Von, she was happy that she had grandkid finally after all those years.