King Von Imagines

Torn Loyalties

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The house was tense, thick with unspoken words and unhealed wounds. Destiny stood in the bedroom doorway, her arms crossed so tightly that her nails dug into her skin. Across from her, Von stood near the dresser, jaw tight, eyes dark with frustration. The argument had been brewing for weeks, and now it was about to explode.

"You really got me fucked up, Von," Destiny spat, her voice shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer anger and pain burning in her chest. "You been off tour for a whole 3 months, and you ain't spent more than a damn day with Aaron and Alina. But somehow, every time I see you, you with them?"

Von exhaled sharply, already tired of this conversation. "Here you go, Destiny—"

"Nah, fuck that!" she cut him off, stepping closer. "You got time for Dayvon. You got time for True. You got time for Demi. You make sure they straight, you make sure they feel loved. But when it come to our babies? You don't even answer the damn phone!"

Von clenched his jaw. "Man, don't act like I don't love my kids!"

"DO YOU?!" Destiny screamed, her voice cracking as her eyes filled with tears. "Do you?! 'Cause it sure as hell don't feel like it!"

Von's nostrils flared as he threw his hands up. "You actin' like I'm doin' this shit on purpose!"

"Von, when's the last time you held them? Talked to them? Spent real time with them? You got Alina out here tryna FaceTime you and you ignoring her calls! You got Aaron asking me every night, 'Where's Daddy? Is he mad at me?'" Her voice broke, and she pressed a shaking hand to her chest. "My son thinks his father don't even want him, Von!"

Von opened his mouth, but she didn't let him speak.

"And don't you ever get it twisted—I love Junior. I love True. I love Demi. I treat them like they mine. But God damn, Von, all I want is for our kids to get the same love! I want them to feel like they matter to you just as much as your other kids do!"

Von stared at her, chest rising and falling hard, but he had nothing to say.

"Say something!" Destiny yelled, tears now falling freely. "Make it make sense to me, Von! 'Cause I'm done making excuses for you!"

Von exhaled sharply, rubbing his hands over his face. He wanted to say something, anything, but the truth was, she was right. He had been so caught up in everything else—his past, his career, his other kids—that he had been neglecting his twins. He hadn't even realized how bad it had gotten until now.

He stepped closer, reaching for her, but she pulled back. That stung more than her words.

"You think I don't love them?" he asked, voice raw. "You think I don't love you?"

Destiny swallowed, her lips trembling. "Then prove it."

Von stared at her for a long moment before nodding, his expression serious. "I will."

—

The Next Day

Destiny woke up to the sound of laughter filling the house. Her heart clenched, unsure if she was dreaming. But when she stepped into the living room, she stopped in her tracks.

Von was sitting on the floor, Aaron in his lap, Alina on his back giggling as she played with his hair. He was fully present, laughing with them, his phone nowhere in sight.

Destiny pressed a hand to her mouth, emotions swelling in her chest. He looked up and met her gaze, no words needed. His eyes told her everything.

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

And for the first time in a long time, she believed him.

Destiny pressed a hand to her mouth, emotions swelling in her chest. He looked up and met her gaze, no words needed. His eyes told her everything.

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

But Von didn't stop there. Over the next few weeks, he made sure Destiny and their kids felt the love he had neglected to show. He took Aaron to the park, let him sit on his lap while they played video games together. He did Alina's hair—even though he struggled and Destiny had to fix it afterward. He sat at the dinner table with them every night instead of running the streets.

One night, as they lay in bed, Destiny resting her head on his chest, she whispered, "I was really ready to leave you, Von."

He tightened his arm around her waist. "I know."

She looked up at him. "I don't want to feel like that again."

He kissed her forehead, his voice firm but soft. "You won't."

For the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe, just maybe, they had found their way back to each other.

And for the first time in a long time, she believed him.