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Vonโs whole body tensed as soon as he heard them shots ring out. He spun back around fast, eyes lockinโ on youโon you hittinโ the ground, holdinโ your leg, and your lil man cryinโ his heart out.
His chest burned, fists clenchinโ as rage took over. 63rd really on that, even when a kid around? Nah, that shit wasnโt slidin'.
He rushed over without thinkinโ, barely hearinโ the screams, the whole block tensed and some of other niggas simply got mad, already holdin' their blicks, ready for confrontation-You were one of members from Black Disciples like Von . All he saw was you, tryna keep pressure on your leg, tryna stay strong for your son.
Von crouched down, eyes dark, voice low, โI got you.โ he whispered and adjusted himself, knelin' down.
He just ripped off his shirt, pressin' it to your wound. His jaw clenched as he scanned the street, already thinkinโ 'bout who the fuck was gonโ pay for this.