𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, kv

𝐢𝐱.

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"Hello, son. It's been a while since we've last talked. Care to explain why that is?"

Slouching in his seat, Dayvon nearly let out a groan as soon as the voice of his father came through the phone. He was currently sitting inside of his parked car right outside of the club which belonged to one of his homeboy's; Muwop.

"I just been busy, pops. Wit da renovations and management's and some other shit. It's nothin' personal."

He put the phone on speaker before setting it down. He then opened up his glove department to get his pre rolled joint, and placed it between the small parting of his lips.

"Oh okay. Cause I was beginning to feel like you were purposely avoiding talkin' to me."

With a slight roll of his eyes, he brought his lighter toward his lips and placed his thumb down on the spark wheel, igniting the miniature flame that set alight the tip of his blunt. He inhaled deeply before exhaling the smoke, which soothed the tension that stirred in his body.

"Ian got no reason ta be ignoring you, Trevon. I was jus' busy like I said." He muttered.

Dayvon's and his father's relationship was a little complicated. There was a time when they were once close, but their inseparable bond began to slowly fall apart as he got older. He was no longer naive to the man whom hid behind the faux entity of his father.

Now make no mistake, Dayvon loves his father. Dearly. He just doesn't agree with the things that his father does, and the way he goes about life. This is what started countless of arguments between them and slowly drove a wedge in between their bond.

"Yeah okay. Anyway, I was calling to inform you of the new task that I have for you, son."

The club was packed. The music was loud and blaring throughout the area, lights were flashing, and ass was being thrown in almost every turn. It was definitely a sight to see.

Dayvon managed to maneuver through the large crowd of people, and walked right upstairs toward the VIP section where his homeboys, along with a few women resided. From the section, they could see the whole area of the club below them.

"Wassup Grandson!" Muwop grinned as Von neared them, dapping them all up.

"Every time I come in hea it's lit as fuck. Yo ass kno how ta host fasho." Von remarked, slightly smirking as the bottle girls waltzed over to them with seductive smiles and trays of drinks in their hold.

"That's all his ass good for." Taurus chimed in, snickering as Muwop sucked his teeth.

"Nigga shut yo ass up, ole monstrous face havin ass always got sum shit to say—"

"Both of y'all shut y'all ass up and roll a blunt. I ain't smoked all day I feel like I'm onna verge of dyin' innis bitch." Durk cut off their bantering with a mug on his face.

"I'm bout sicka yo grump ass, Durk. One lil argument with India swole lip ass and you get pissy wit everybody. Go home and shove yo face in ha ass a'sum." Taurus remarked, earning chuckles from them all.

Dayvon shook his head in amusement, deciding to tune out their bickering. He locked eyes with one of the bottle girls momentarily, flashing her a flirtatious smirk as his diamond grills were on display. Just as he was about to gesture her over to him, loud voices caught his attention at the same time that Shake Dat Ass by Bossman Dlow began blasting through the speakers.

He tilted his head down slightly to where the noise was coming from, seeing a crowd of people standing in a circle, seeming to be hyping someone up.

He squinted his eyes slightly to get a better look, and he suddenly stood up whilst the muscles within his jaw ticked, once he recognized who was the one being hyped.

There she was, in the middle of the circle, bright lights flashing against her chocolate skin. She was dropped down in a perfect position of a split, moving her ass cheeks in mesmerizing directions. Maelani. She was the center of it all, the sight of her was magnetic, pulling many pairs of eyes towards her and for a moment, she seemed to have lulled them all in a trance.

Oh hell naw. Fuck naw.

He thought to himself as a small vein began to pop out in the middle of his forehead.

"Aye, who dat is wit Ari? She look good as fuck, too damn good."

Taurus spoke up as he and the others were now standing at Von's side, their attention also glued to Maelani.

"Her and da one in the blue, I'm finna go holla." Muwop replied before making his way down the stairs.

"Ion kno what you racin' down there fa, they ain't gon want a nigga who look like he don't even belong onnis planet." Taurus remarked as he too, began walking down the stairs.

Dayvon, however, remained in his spot with his hands literally squeezing the railing, and his piercing eyes stayed glued to Maelani.

The fuck is ha ass even doin hea? And why da hell she puttin on a show for folks?

He continued to say to himself inwardly, trying his best to quell the urge of walking down there and snatching her ass up out of this club. The urge grew slightly bigger as he watched Muwop and Taurus near closed to her and Solána, with smiles on their faces.

She got me beyond fucked up.

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welp, mae, it was nice knowing you boo 😕 pray for my good sis fr.