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The crib was loud, Vonβs homies posted up, talkin' and laughin' over a game of 2K. You sat quietly on the couch, doin' somethin' onnyour phone, your eyes dartin' around nervously. You didnβt talk much, and the way you were so quiet seemed to catch their attention. A couple of them started whisperin', then snickerin', and soon they were makin' slick comments under their breath.
βShe donβt even talk, huh?β one of them said with a laugh. Another chimed in, βShorty shy or she just slow?β The room erupted into quiet chuckles, and your face turned red as you stared at the floor, shrinkin' into yourself.
Von, who had been chillinβ in the kitchen, overheard everythin'. His expression hardened immediately. He walked back into the room, his voice cutting through the laughter like a blade. "Yβall got somethinβ funny to say about her?" He was already sizin' them up, darin' them to say another word.