❛ YOU AND I COULD BE ONE
AFTER ALL, OUR LOVE COULD
BE SO STRONG, YOU AND I
WOULD NEVER STOP. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two music lovers cross paths between one another - not knowing the outcome of their kind of love.
proudest achieve...
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' 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘𝟐𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑. ' devanté swing's residence ━━━ teaneck, new jersey !
"YO DEVANTÉ, YOU ON YOUR WAY or what, my nigga? You late, man." Dalvin exclaimed over the phone, seeing as it was now eleven at night. He had lost complete track of time working on the group's album in the basement of his home, in peace.
"I'm heading out right now. I lost track of time working on Alone. I'm on my way, lil bro, ight?" The two exchanged goodbyes before DeVante placed the phone down on the bathroom counter. Examining his attire and fixing his chain that hung loosely around his neck.
Today, Dalvin was turning twenty two years old. He and other close celebrities and friends were going to be in attendance at a small party over at Dalvin's house for the night.
Justin was now back over in Charolette, North Carolina which allowed DeVante to work in the studio without worrying about his son touching things with him not even noticing.
He did miss his son, though and wished he could've stayed longer — which he could have but his aunt was begging for him to come back so that he could get situated for school that he was soon to start within the next month. But DeVante was sure that he was going to be there to drive him for his first day, assuring him that he wouldn't miss it for the world.
As DeVante was in attempt to grab his car keys from the dresser, he heard the house alarm going off rapidly making him alert. He was sure that he was the only one home nor did he expect anybody to come by — especially this late at night.
He continue to hear loud noises down the steps that echoed up the stairs, he slowly opened the door before one of the men were in the hallway. "Give me your jewelry, nigga!" The man shouted, DeVante anazlyed him and seen that he had no weapon on him, at least to his viewing.
He took the chance to immediately swing on the man, the two continued to go at it with each other before two more men had rushed up the steps, joining in.
DeVante felt punches and kicks from all parts of his body, but one was much more different. He felt himself being hit in the head with a piece of harden metal, groaning, he fell onto the floor, after he had picked himself up previously.
Touching his head, he noticed a heavy touch of blood on his hand, with that he assumed two things of the worst — he'd been pistol whipped and he was going to loose his life within minutes unless his brothers were stopping by, which he knew they weren't.
