⌥𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 watched Solange walk into the police department. Her silk bone pressed hair swayed all the way down to her ass, her hips switching with each step she took. Her eyes focused on the man who kindly held the door for her. Dayvon allowed his tongue to gently moisturize his pulpy lips, his pupils dilating, his body grew colder by the seconds that flew passed.
He couldn't help but grow angry seeing his best-friend deviously smirk at him from afar. Dayvon watched his once close friend flirt with Solange on purpose. Dayvon always knew his friend was envious of the relationships he had.
He wanted everything Dayvon once had.
He was the reason why everything went left. He was a part of the reason why Dayvon felt the way he did. Nothing could cheer Dayvon up since he was always neglected and treated poorly by the people he loved the most.
"That nigga got me fucked up." Grandson watched his every move, his eyes moving in sync with his every movement. "Why she smiling?" Dayvon curled up his eyebrows with a frown slowly appearing upon his face. His hands balled up into a fist ready to beat the shit out of both of them. "Go beat they ass." Grandson encouraged Dayvon.
"Ion wanna hurt my pretty girl.." Dayvon muttered under his breath. He didn't want to inflict pain on her like he did Misharron. He wanted to be the better version of himself for Solange.
He loved her.
"You hurt the only bitch who could deal with my bullshit." Grandson huffed. Dayvon turned around and glanced at Grandson, "if you love ha' so much, go bring that bitch back from the dead." Dayvon said, his words drenching in aggression.
"Fuck you on King David." Grandson smacked his lips before leaving Dayvon's presence.
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SOLANGE POINT OF VIEW
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 sat on Dayvon's lap while she worked on some paperwork. "You still investigating my death?" Dayvon kissed Solange's earlobe and wrapped his muscular arms around her waist. "Mhm, nothing makes sense." Solange replied, her fingers pressed against the keys of her computer causing a satisfying sound.
"I wish I could tell you what happened but Ion know." Dayvon nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. His lips partshly brushed against her neck causing her breath to hitch. "Von why do you have so many scars?" She questioned, her voice softly flowing through his eardrums.
"I use ta' fight niggas back to back." Dayvon responded. Dayvon was always known as a wild man, he would always have a brawl with someone who he felt was a threat to him. He preferred using his hands instead of an object. Dayvon loved the way his knuckles bruised up after he beat the life out of somebody.
"Why?" Solange questioned. She felt herself becoming more interested in his past life, she wanted to learn more about him. "What I tell you 'bout asking allem questions?" Dayvon removed his head away from the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry." Solange stared at all the words she had typed on the document. Sighing in satisfaction, Solange got up from Dayvon's lap.
"Where you going?" Dayvon looked at Solange with a mug on his face. "I want something to snack on." She said glancing back at Dayvon.
"Mhm..." Dayvon hummed with his eyes latched onto her ass.
