King Von Imagines

Toxic Ties pt.2

Word Count~1031
Jayde knew she fucked up the moment she walked away.

Not because she regretted it—oh no, she was standing on business—but because she knew Von. Knew how he operated, how he thought, how he never let shit slide. And she had just played in his face like he was some random nigga off the street.

And now? She was going to pay for it.

It had been three hours since she left him standing outside that lounge, three hours since Rico's little performance had added fuel to the fire. And now she was back at her condo, curled up on her couch, pretending like her phone wasn't lighting up every few minutes with texts from Von.

Von:Jayde, stop playin with me

Von:Open the fucking door

Von:You really think that shit was cute?

Von:Answer the fucking phone, Jayde. I ain't playing.

She sighed, rolling her eyes as she took another sip of wine, flipping through Netflix like she wasn't completely unbothered. She had just started settling in when—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The heavy pounding on her front door made her jump, her heart slamming into her ribs.

"Jayde, open this fucking door!"

Yup. That was Von, alright.

She exhaled slowly, setting her glass down before making her way to the door, but she didn't open it. Instead, she leaned against it, her voice calm, controlled.

"What do you want, Von?"

"You know what the fuck I want," he snapped. "Open the damn door before I kick this bitch down."

Jayde smirked. "You break my door, you paying for it."

"I'll buy you a whole new crib, just open this shit."

She let the silence stretch for a second longer before finally unlocking it. The moment she turned the knob, Von pushed inside, the door slamming against the wall as he stepped in, eyes blazing, jaw tight.

"You real fucking funny, you know that?" he seethed, towering over her.

Jayde folded her arms, raising a brow. "You gon' be specific or just stand there looking mad?"

Von let out a dry laugh, shaking his head before his gaze snapped back to hers. "You let that nigga put his hands on you?"

Jayde shrugged. "Didn't seem to bother you when it was the other way around."

Von's eyes darkened. "Stop fucking playing with me."

"Who's playing?" she shot back. "You had no problem being all in that girl's ear, right? But the second I move like you, it's an issue?"

Von took a step closer, his voice dropping lower. "That's what this was? You tryna make me jealous?"

Jayde tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Did it work?"

His jaw clenched, his breathing heavy. "I should fuck Rico up."

"For what?" she challenged. "For touching what you clearly don't claim?"

Von's nostrils flared, and before she could react, he had her back against the wall, caging her in with his body. His hands pressed against the surface beside her head, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a thrill through her chest.

"Say that shit again," he dared, his voice dangerously low.

Jayde swallowed but held her ground. "You heard me."

Von stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head with a smirk, his tongue running over his teeth. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?"

She smirked back. "Neither do you."

His hand lifted, his fingers grazing her jaw before gripping it firmly, forcing her to hold his gaze. "You like pushing me, huh?"

Jayde's breath hitched slightly, but she kept her expression neutral. "I like reminding you that you don't run me."

Von's lips curved into something between amusement and frustration. "That's where you got me fucked up, ma."

Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers, rough and demanding, like he was trying to reclaim what he thought was his. Jayde hated how easily she melted into it, how her body reacted before her brain could catch up. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, his tongue slipping past her lips with ease. For a moment, she let herself get lost in it, let herself feel the heat between them, the undeniable pull they always had.

But then, reality hit her like a freight train.

With a sharp inhale, she shoved him back, breaking the kiss. "Nah, Von. We not doing this."

Von's eyes were dark, his breathing heavy as he stared at her, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of it. "The fuck you mean?"

Jayde wiped her mouth, shaking her head. "You don't get to just kiss me and act like shit is sweet."

Silence stretched between them, thick, charged, suffocating.

Then, just as quickly as he had cornered her, Von stepped back, scoffing under his breath as he raked a hand down his face. "Man, you exhausting."

Jayde exhaled, finally releasing the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Then leave."

Von's head snapped back toward her. "What?"

"If I'm so exhausting, leave, Von. Walk out the door, go find some girl that's easy, that don't give you a hard time, that just sits there and takes whatever bullshit you throw her way." She tilted her chin. "Ain't nobody keeping you here."

Von looked at her, really looked at her, and for a second, the anger in his eyes was replaced with something else. Something raw. Something vulnerable.

But just as fast as it came, it was gone.

He ran his tongue over his teeth before letting out a humorless chuckle. "You say that shit like you ain't gon' be sick without me."

Jayde smirked. "That's where you got me fucked up."

Von stared at her for another long moment before shaking his head, stepping back toward the door. He gripped the handle, pausing just before pulling it open. "You think you won this round, huh?"

She shrugged. "Did I?"

Von's smirk was slow, taunting. "Aight, Jayde." He nodded to himself. "We gon' see."

And with that, he walked out, leaving behind the heavy scent of his cologne, the lingering warmth of his presence, and a sinking feeling in Jayde's stomach.

Because she knew him.

And she knew this was far from over.