○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃
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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ
MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚
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Von was laid back at the crib, smokin n vibin wit the gang—Durk, Muwop, couple others—all chillin in his apartment. He pulled out his phone, thumb slidin across the screen as he texted you, tryna see when you comin home. Y’all lived together on O'block, you was out now, so he was expectin a sweet lil reply or sum.
Instead, he got a text back "she busy now, lil nigga 😹😹”
Von froze. His whole vibe switched up instantly. That hood stare came over his face, jaw locked. First thought in his head? Some goofy ass nigga touchin what’s his. He showed Durk the phone like, “Aye, this bitch playin?” Whole room got quiet.
Ain’t take long—ski masks got grabbed, Glocks got loaded, and they all hopped in Von’s whip, dark tint, bass low. Silence on the way, everyone on demon time. Von was in the driver seat, hands grippin the wheel tight.
They pulled up to yo friends crib that you was supposed to be in, no knock, no warning—just walked straight in like they owned it. Von led the way, heart beatin fast, mask on, Glock up, footsteps heavy. He heard gigglin from the living room n rushed in, ready to let that mf blow.
But when he bust in the room...
It was you—lookin shocked as hell, sittin on the couch wit yo homegirl. No dude in sight. Just y’all two, wide-eyed as hell. That’s when it hit him—y’all was playin.
He lowered the Glock, pulled his mask off, breathin heavy, starin at you like he couldn’t believe you just did that shiit.
His voice came out rough, still mad but lowkey relieved.“Yo dumbass play too much… got me ready to catch a body over nothin.”
He ran his hand over his face, tryna calm down, chest still tight from all that adrenaline.