○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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3 AM. The city was quiet, but Von moved through the shadows like a ghost. He been plottin’ on this—your diamonds, your rings, your bracelets. That shiit was expensive, and he wanted to wear it like a trophy. A reminder that ain’t nobody untouchable. Not even you—a hood girl, a drill rapper, reppin’ the opps.

Then he saw you. Not alone. Some dude was walkin’ next to you, talkin’, laughin’ like he was comfortable. Von’s jaw clenched. He ducked behind a wall, watchin’, waitin’ for the perfect moment.

When y’all hit a quiet corner, he moved. Fast.

Gun out.

Before the dude could react, Von had you pressed against the cold brick wall, your back facin' him, one hand snatchin’ your wrist, the other keepin’ the gun aimed at the guy’s chest. The fear in his eyes? Priceless.

Slowly, Von started takin’ your jewelry, one by one, his fingers cold against your skin. But his eyes never left the dude, makin’ sure he ain’t try nothin’.

This wasn’t personal. Just business. But he couldn’t hold himself from comment. "Why you fuckin' with this pussy? He ain’t even tryin' to protect your ass." He chuckled, lookin' at the guy with judgin' look on his face before he focused back on your jewelry.