King Von Imagines

No Love Left: Part 2

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The Shade Room Chaos

Von had been scrolling through his phone when the picture popped up.

Avéya.

Posted up in VIP at a hookah lounge, draped in a tight black dress that had no business hugging her like that, laughing with some nigga Von had never seen before.

The caption?

"Avéya spotted at a hookah lounge with a mystery man. New bae or just vibing? 👀"

Von's jaw clenched as he gripped his phone, scrolling through the comments.

"She look good as hell, Von fumbled."
"That nigga she wit' look like money too. Von in shambles rn."
"It's the way she glowing for me. She moved on fr!"
"Avéya outsideeee now lmao. Von fumbled."
"She look too unbothered. This man really lost her."
"Oop, he look rich too. Von not her type no more."
"This why Von been quiet? 😭"

Von let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Bet."Shaking his head. If only these folks knew.

She wanted to play games?

She was about to be reminded exactly who the fuck she was dealing with.

Spinning the Block

The knock on her door was sharp. Aggressive.

Avéya frowned, glancing at the clock. Almost midnight.

She wasn't expecting anybody.

Another knock. Louder.

Something in her stomach twisted, but she ignored it, pulling her oversized hoodie lower over her bare thighs as she padded to the door.

The second she swung it open, her heart slammed against her ribs.

Von.

Hoodie up, chains gleaming, a shadow of irritation darkening his face.

Before she could react, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a heavy thud.

"The fuck you doin', Von?" she snapped, stepping back.

Von's gaze dragged over her lazily, taking in the hoodie—his hoodie—and her bare legs. His tongue ran over his lip before he scoffed.

"That's funny," he said, voice low, controlled. Too controlled. "I was gon' ask you the same shit."

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then he let out a low chuckle. "You gon' invite me in or you too busy playin' house with that nigga from the lounge?"

Avéya crossed her arms, tilting her chin up. "If you here 'cause of that dumb ass picture, you can leave. I don't owe you no explanation."

Avéya rolled her eyes, gripping the door tighter. "What do you want, Von?"

Von chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "You really think I'ma just sit back while you out here playin' in my face?"

Her breath hitched, but she covered it up with a scoff. "Yeah? Thought you ain't want me when you was laid up with that other bitch"

Von exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. "I fucked up. We both know that. But don't play like you really out here tryna replace me."

Avéya smirked. "Who said I was playing?"

Avéya rolled her eyes. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. You don't own me."

Von moved before she could react, backing her up until her spine hit the wall.

Her breath caught.

His hands pressed against the wall on either side of her, caging her in. His voice was low, almost a growl when he spoke.

"I don't?" His head tilted slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Then why the fuck you still wearin' my hoodie?"

Avéya opened her mouth, but before she could answer, his fingers curled around her jaw, tilting her head up. Not gentle. Possessive.

"You really out here tryna make me jealous?" he murmured, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips. "That shit cute, ma, but you know damn well you don't belong to that nigga."

Avéya swallowed, pulse racing, but she kept her glare locked on him. "And I don't belong to you either."

Von let out a short laugh before his grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt—just enough to make her feel it. His head dipped, lips brushing her ear.

"You done playin' yet?"

She turned her face toward his, refusing to back down. "I ain't playin'. You mad 'cause I moved on? Sounds like a you problem."

Von's jaw ticked. His free hand slid down her thigh, gripping it roughly before pushing it aside just enough to close the space between them completely.

"Nah," he muttered. "You mine. You just need to be reminded."

Her breath hitched.

She hated how easily he got to her, how his presence alone made her forget every reason she was supposed to be mad.

But she refused to give in.

She shoved at his chest, hard. "Back the fuck up, Von."

He didn't move at first, his gaze flickering between her lips and her eyes like he was debating whether he wanted to argue or devour her.

Finally, he exhaled sharply, releasing her jaw, but his fingers lingered on her thigh for a second longer than necessary before he stepped back.

He ran a hand over his face, exhaling through his nose. "Aight." His voice was calmer now, but there was still an edge to it. "Keep playin' this lil' game, Avéya. We both know how it's gon' end."

She scoffed. "You think you know me so well?"

Von smirked, shaking his head. "Nah. I do know you. And I know this shit ain't over."

He turned, heading for the door, pausing only once before glancing back at her.

"Next time you wanna make me jealous, ma?" His lips curled up in a smirk. "Pick a nigga that can actually take you from me."

Avéya let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head as she pushed off the wall. "You got some fuckin' nerve, Von."

Von, halfway to the door, stopped.

She stepped toward him, arms crossed, chin high, fire burning in her eyes. "You talkin' 'bout competition like the bitches you had could ever compare to me? Like they could even compete?"

Von turned slightly, his smirk still there, but his eyes darkened. "That right?"

Avéya scoffed, jabbing her finger into his chest. "Dead fuckin' right. Them bitches? They wasn't me. Couldn't be me on their best day. You was out here fuckin' with leftovers while I was the whole meal, and you knew that shit."

Von's jaw ticked, but she wasn't done.

"You ain't mad 'cause I moved on," she continued, voice dropping to something lethal. "You mad 'cause you know you downgraded. Mad 'cause you thought I was gon' sit around cryin' while you entertained basic ass hoes who could never walk in my shoes."

Von let out a dry chuckle, tongue running over his teeth as he stared at her. "You done?"

Avéya stepped even closer, toe to toe with him now, looking up at him without a shred of fear. "Nah," she said, voice steady. "But you are. Done playin' with me, done thinkin' I'ma be here when you done entertaining bitches that couldn't hold a candle to me."

Silence. Thick. Heavy.

Then Von exhaled slowly, shaking his head before looking her up and down.

"Aight." His smirk returned, lazy and unreadable. "We'll see how long that shit lasts."

Then he turned and walked out, leaving Avéya standing there, chest rising and falling, hands clenched into fists, knowing damn well this was far from over.