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𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙅𝙚𝙩 𝟐:𝟒𝟓 𝐩𝐦
"So...boss what are your plans for that girl?" JJ asked, trying to start a conversation with his boss. Sitting down right in front of Von who was smoking on a blunt.
"Why is it any of yo business what I do wit my bitch." He snapped, making JJ flinch at his sudden mood change. "Damn my fault" Sincere apologized just realizing the soft spot he had hit.
"Ain she ain no random girl, don't ever address her like da again!" He spat.
"Yessir...ill go" JJ stood up quickly dismissing himself from his raging boss, who got defensive over the smallest things.
"Aye boss." Shoota called out getting Von's attention as he stepped through the curtains moving to the back of the jet where Von sat.
"I found her file" He informed Von, sitting in the chair before handing him the file. Von took a few more pull from his blunt before putting out the roach.
He opened the file to read everything that was new. All the old files he had of her were all from four years ago, he wanted to know what she had going on now.
He learned about that she worked at the Memorial hospital as a nurse, and she had her two year old daughter. That shocked him and hurt a little that she had a baby with someone.
He wanted them to have their first child together, but never the less he would treat her daughter as his own. "Zaylee Monic Harper" He mumbled to himself.
"Good work Shoota" He praised him, leaning over to the Louis Vuitton bag sitting on the floor before opening up and handing Shoota 30 bands wrapped in rubber bands.
"Oh shit...Preciate it gang" Shoot cheesed, grabbing the cash from von before being dismissed.
Von reclined his seat, silently reading the files of his lover. Anticipating the time he would be able to hold her and touch her how ever he may please.
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