King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    The flashing lights lit up the block, red and blue bouncing off the buildings as Dayvon stood there, calm like he’d been through this a hundred times before. Cops surrounded him, but his eyes found yours through the chaos, holding steady like he didn’t want you to panic.

    As they cuffed him, he smirked, that defiant look he always wore. β€œDon’t trip, I’ll be back,” he said, his tone steady, like even this couldn’t keep him down.