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Von stood on the block, eyes low, smoke curlin' from his lips as he watched the city move. That look in his eyes? Cold. Empty. Like he seen too much, did too much.
You always knew Von had the devil in his eyesβthat dead stare, the way he ainβt flinch at nothing. But tonight? Tonight was different. Blood on his hoodie, hands still grippin' his Glock like he ainβt even realize it was over. Like he was ready for more.
"You still think Iβm the same nigga you knew?" He asked, his eyes locked in you. He did somethin' bad not only to people on block. He also did this to you. To your family. To your friends. But it was how he lived.