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" Can we run the track again?" Von asks, taking his headphones off looking at his manager track.
Currently, I'm in the studio with Von. He was making some songs. We were supposed to be here for 1 hour, but it's 5 hours. The twins are fussy and I'm hungry. I know he has to get all this done... he doesn't even want me to leave.
" Baeee I'm hungry", I complain standing up, holding the twins in my arms.
" Bria hold on", he says, like he was annoyed with me.
" Kentrell would never have me waiting like this", I mutter, rolling my eyes, rocking the twins, walking back and forth.
" What that fuck did yo stupid ass say?" He asks, walking out the booth.
" I didn't stutter bitch ass nigga", I say rolling my eyes.
" Put the kids down", he says, closing his eyes.
" NO", I say sternly, walking away from him.
" Track, Get my kids from her", He says to his manager.
" Track stay away from me", I say backing away.
" Bri, please just give me the twins", Track says softly, taking the babies.
I sigh in defeat, I didn't want to hurt my kids so I just let track take them out the room. Leaving me alone with this maniac. My breathing speeds up as Von walk towards me, grabbing me up roughly, looking down at me.
" You wanna repeat what you said?" He asks , looking down at me.
" No", I say, my tone weak, looking away.
" That's what I fucking thought ", he says letting me go, laughing.
" I'm tired of you, real talk", I say rolling my eyes.
