Song of da chapter: What happened to Virgil "I wish my brother had made it out surgery."
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⚠︎︎|DAYVON 'VON' BENNETT|☽ ꨄ|ALT, GEORGIA|✞
Von smiled brightly seeing his day-one durk durk laughed and hugged him. "Happy birthday foe'nem." Von said, hugging him back.
"Thank yhu, broddie." He said, giving von a smile. "Where india?"
"Shit, bitch wildin' ain't wanna celebrate wit yo nigga so it's fuck her rii na." He said laughing, von laughed with him.
"Damn nigga. Ay I'm Finna go get a drink den we can do da show." He said, dapping durk up.
"Yhu want me to come witchu."
"I'm good folks." he said then disappeared into the crowd.
"My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it. But let's not be heroic, 'cause everybody roguish. They don't want us totin' guns, but they let the fuckin' killers tote it!" The whole club rapped loudly, von smiled softly, how people fuck with kaleem music and he just started.
"Von! Wassam big bruh." He heard a savanna Georgia accent he turned around clutching his pole seeing qaundo, ten, kd, Joe.
He laughed. "Nigga y'all was Finna get shot but wassup lil folks." He said, dapping them up.
"Ay von, yhu seen yb? nigga ain't been to da house in a good minute." Ty asked, taking a drag from his wood.
Dayvon shook his head. "Nah, I ain't hear from him today but he was at his guh best crib yesterday." he said, Ty laughs as he nodded.
"Ight cuh, i was worried if he was good, big bruh." He said, smiling, showing his grills.
Von bit his lip. "Mm I wanna fuck him wit Ka." He thought, looking him up and down. He was a dark chocolate he had a mouth filled with princess cuts, and his lips and his beautiful smile.
Ten laughed. "Dat nigga is safe." He said, von agreed with ten.
"What y'all doin' out hea?"
"Shit, to see da big booty bitches." Kd said, laughing. Joe laughed. "Goofy ass nigga." He mumbled, chuckling.
"Bett imma catch y'all I'll tell ka I seen y'all boys." he said, dapping them up then got his drink and walked over to durk who mugged him.
"Damn what's wrong, goofy?" He asked, sitting down.
"Why yhu talkin' to dem pussy boys and why they blasting dat bitch boy music?" Durk mumbled, shaking his head.
"What? y'all beefin' or assum?" The Chicago native asked. Durk nodded. "on my momma, ten gon fuck booka bitch den ty steal his chain but muwop got dat bitch qauhfee so it's fuck dem."
