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Locking eyes all you wanted to do was run and hide. Collecting your money off the stage you raced to the back. Nearly halfway there his tatted hand aggressively tugged at your forearm.
"Fuck, Yn you dancing now," he asked in pure disbelief. "You out here naked and shit for real folks?"
"Let me go Dayvon," you begged pulling away from him.
He didn't budge.
Your cheeks were heating up and your eyes were starting to get glossy. He had started to gain the attention of others as the security approached the scene.
"Aye man, can't touch the dancers let her go," Security instructed.
That only made Von angrier as his nose flared and the grip he held onto you got tighter.
"Mane fuck all that I'll air this bitch out you know me," he stated angrily while lifting the hem of his Tom Ford shirt revealing the firearm that was neatly tucked in his jeans.
Before things escalated you stood between Von and the security guard.
"It's ok Chris I'll take care of it," you stated standing up in Von's defense.
"You leaving with me get your stuff," he commanded. Walking to the back in embarrassment you were almost sure this was your last night dancing.
Everyone in the locker room whispered amongst themselves about what happened as you quickly dressed and gathered your things.
Zipping up your duffle you slid into your sandals and walked out. The music was still blaring and things had seemed to resume. Not even a second out Von grabbed ahold of your arm again and dragged you out.
"Stop handling me like I'm one of your fucking kids," you said snatching back.
"You out here acting like a hoe getting naked and shit my niggas was in there they seen you," he argued.
Shaking your head, "I gotta provide for me and mines Dayvon who else is supposed to make sure me and my baby eat?"
Von squinted his eyes and raised his brow, "baby?"
You nervously crossed your arms. "Yeah I got a son," you said. "He mines," he asked.
Your heart nearly skipped a beat Von had just got locked up after you found out you were pregnant. Since you two weren't on good terms you never told him. Nodding your head he sighed running his hands down his face. "Why you ain't tell me you were pregnant Yn," he asked.
"I-I didn't know how you would take it. I found out right after you got locked up and I just couldn't tell you."
Standing in silence Von just stared at you he opened his arms as you walked into them.
You felt safe again and all you could do was cry. "You gotta' stop all that crying shorty," he joked as you chuckled mid cry.
He kissed your forehead. "I missed you, Von I need you more now than ever," you explained.
Things seemed to crumble all around you when Von went away. He was your best friend, your diary, your Superman. You would always joke about him saving you but, that's really how you felt.
"You never gotta worry when I'm around I'll take care of you," he said. 𒊹︎𒊹︎ 𝙍𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 🕊
