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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 || 𝟐𝟎|| 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 |||| 𝟑:𝟑𝟎𝐀𝐌||

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 || 𝟐𝟎
|| 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 ||
|| 𝟑:𝟑𝟎𝐀𝐌||

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"What you on Von?" Durk asked Dayvon as they were walking out the studio.

"Prolly finna take my ass to sleep." He mumbled, pulling out his car keys.

"Ight bitch, Love" He dapped Dayvon up before they went their separate ways. He drove home before sighing, seeing his ex's car in his driveway.

"Fuck is she here for?" He mumbled hopping out of his car and walking over to hers.

"What you doing hea' lil folks?" He asked Jhené when she let down her window.

"I came to get the rest of my stuff, move." She pushed him and opened her door.

"You so fuckin' rude." He scoffed, unlocking his door and turning off his alarm. He looked back at her before she pushed pass him, walking to his room.

"I'a slap the shit out you girl, don't put yo' hands on me." He said following her.

"What you leaving fa'? You doing too much it wasn't that serious." Von frowned deeply.

The two were breaking up due to Jhené's feelings. Von wanted a baby, and she didn't, which led to an argument, and things that shouldn't have been said, were brought out.

"Nigga it's as serious as a heart attack." She mugged him.

"I'm sorry ma, you ain't gon' give me a chance?" He asked snaking his arms around her.

"Fuck you and that sorry. Move." She tried to get out of his hold.

"Them words ain't mean shit ta' me fat ma. You know that. I didn't mean what I said." He told her.

"Mane moveee!" She huffed.

"Im sorry Jhené." He kissed her jaw.

"Shove that sorry up ya ass, bitch." She said and he scrunched up his face, as her jaw dropped.

"Von— Fuck I tell yo' ass bout calling me 'dat shit?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"I'm sorry.." She looked down, she knew he hated being called a bitch cause he was no where near that. He never called her out of her name like that so he felt as if he deserves the same respect.

"Nah, you know better, take this shit off." He pulled at her shorts.

"No, I'm talking to somebody.." She muttered.

"We just broke up a month ago, fuck his feelings." He said pulling her biker shorts off along with her other clothing.

"I can't Von, how would I look doing the same shit to him that you did to me." She looked up at him, and he looked at her like she was stupid.

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