King Von Imagines

Loyalty & Letdowns

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The energy in Von's condo was suffocating, charged with an anger neither of them had ever directed at each other before.

Bry stood in front of him, eyes sharp, voice laced with frustration. "Von, I ain't finna keep repeating myself. That bitch is using you! She don't love you. She love what you can do for her.
And you too damn blind to see it."

Von, leaned back against the couch, his jaw tight as he shook his head. "Man, here you go again.

Always in my business, always got somethin' to say about who l'm fucking with. You obsessed or somethin'?"

Bry's nostrils flared. "Obsessed? Boy, don't play with me. You act like I ain't been here for you since day one. Before the money, before the fame, before these goofy-ass girls started clout-chasing you. You was broke as hell, Von, and who was right there? Me."

Von pushed off the couch, stepping up to her.
"And what? You think that mean you run my life now? Think I owe you somethin'? Man, you sound bitter as hell, Bry. That's why you still alone, always mad at the next bitch instead of focusing on your own shit."

Bry felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. Her body stiffened, and for the first time, she couldn't even find the words to fire back.
That? That was low.

She swallowed hard, her voice quieter but colder. "You really just said that to me?"

Von shrugged, his expression unreadable. "If the shoe fit."

Bry clenched her jaw, exhaling sharply through her nose. "Aight, bet." She turned on her heel, grabbing her bag off the chair.

"Where you goin'?" Von asked, his voice still laced with that cocky indifference that made her want to slap him.

Bry glanced back, her expression unreadable now. "I'm done, Von. I ain't arguing with no nigga who forgot who the fuck was there for him."

And with that, she walked out. No tears, no begging, no looking back. But deep down, the damage was done.

Months Later

Von sat in his car outside her building, staring at his phone. He had typed out a dozen messages, deleted them all. He fucked up—he knew that now. And he knew Bry. She wasn't the type to cry, but he had hurt her that night.

And for what? A girl who drained him dry and dipped the moment she found someone with more to offer?

He exhaled sharply, pocketing his phone before stepping out. When Bry opened the door, she didn't look surprised to see him. Just... unimpressed.

He licked his lips, nodding slowly. "I was wrong."

She raised an eyebrow. "You gon' have to be more specific."

Von ran a hand over his face, stepping closer. "I fucked up, Bry. Everything you said? You was right. I ain't even gon' front like you wasn't. That girl played me, and I let her. And worse? I let her come between us."

Bry didn't react at first, just studied him like she was trying to see if he was really serious.

Von took another step, voice lower now. "I miss you."

She exhaled, but didn't say anything.

"You gon' make me beg?" he asked, smirking just a little.

Bry folded her arms. "Damn right I am. You made me feel like I ain't matter, Von. Like I was some extra in your life. Nah, that shit don't just get brushed under the rug 'cause you finally realized you was wrong."

Von nodded slowly. "Aight. You want me to beg?
I'll beg."

He got down on one knee, looking up at her, hands clasped in front of him like he was about to propose.

Bry blinked. "Von, what the hell are you doing?"

He smirked, but there was something real in his eyes. "I'm begging. Please, Bry. I need my best friend back. You the only one who really know me. The only one who keep it real with me. I ain't never had nobody like you in my life, and I swear I ain't ever gon' take that for granted again."

Bry watched him for a long moment, her lips pressing together like she was trying to stay mad. "You look dumb as hell on your knees like that."

"Then take me back as your best friend so I can stand up," he shot back.

Bry let out a breath, shaking her head. "You a damn fool."

His smirk softened. "Yeah, but I'm your damn fool."

She exhaled. "...Alright. But you fuck up again, Von? I'm gone for real."

Von stood up, pulling her into a tight hug, his face burying into her neck. "I got you. I swear."

The hug lingered, the tension between them shifting into something heavier. Von pulled back slightly, their faces inches apart.

Their lips crashed together, all that frustration, all that built-up emotion melting into something else-something deeper. Von lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bedroom.

This wasn't just sex. This was reclaiming something they almost lost. And Von? He wasn't about to let her slip away again.