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A week later. | 8pm

"Who the fuck even did that to you?" Asian asked, watching Von clean the bullet wound on his shoulder.

He didn't respond, pouring hydrogen peroxide on the sewed up wound to sanitize it.

"Do you want me to leave or something? You ain't really been fucking with me lately." She frowned at him.

"Yeah, I do actually. Bye." He said as he dabbed it with a cotton pad.

"Von what do you want from me? Pussy? That's it?" She folded her arms, and he chuckled.

"Nah that shit ain't never hit like it was 'posed to. You good for head though ma I ain't even gone hood you." He shrugged, and her frown deepened.

"I fucking hate you. Hope the next hope kill yo dumbass." She said, walking out his bathroom, then his room, and then his house.

He looked at his face, his lip had healed, though his eye was still red. Somehow, Kaisyn had punctured a nerve in his eye, making it bleed from the inside.

He'd never felt a pain so severe in his life. That shit hurt bad, and pouring healing drops in everyday hurt even worse, like a burning sensation.

He had a hosting in two hours and was planning to cancel because he didn't feel like being on the blogs with false narratives.

His phone buzzed, and he looked down, seeing a message from the promoter who had texted to cancel.

They'd upped the price from $45,000 to $60,000, making him smack his lips cause there was no way he was turning down sixty grand.

Von walked out to his room, a towel around his waist, fresh out the shower.

He opened his dresser, pulling on a pair of boxers, then finished getting dressed.

Once he was done, he grabbed his eye drops, tossing his head back, letting it drip in his right eye, hissing.

"Fuck." He clenched his eye shut, using his hand to fan the excess.

After he relaxed, he grabbed his phone, putting a gun on his waist, and then he left his house.

He'd made it to the club in about twenty minutes, and he got out of his car, walking towards the back door.

"V Roy, glad you made it." The promoter, EJ, dapped him up.

"Fasho. Where da' bag at?" Von asked, referring to his payment for the hosting.

EJ passed him an LV duffel bag, and Von unzipped it, before nodding at the stacks of cash.

"Von, you wanna take pictures?" The photographer, Kenari, asked, and he shrugged.

He sat down on a cushioned bench, the duffel bag beside him as he turned his hat to the side.

He flexed his grills as she snapped pictures of him, Von doing different poses.

"Got me posing like a lil bitch." He chuckled, picking up his bag as his phone buzzed, the pics being sent to him.

"They came out nice." She said as Von posted on his Instagram.

He saw that a fan page of Chicago gang beef had commented on his picture, and he clicked the page, just because.

In the bio was a few tagged heavy hitters of Chicago, and his eyes scanned across the name 'Yani'. He clicked her page, biting his lip as he scrolled through her pictures.

He didn't know why he was attracted to her after what she'd did to his brother, his father, as well as himself. But he liked her. It was confusing.

He went to her most recently posted picture, licking over his lips as he chuckled at her caption.

kingvonfrmdao

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"Von, you ready?" EJ asked, and he looked up from his phone, locking it.

"Yeah. My fault folks." He stood up, following him towards the main area of the club.

Once he came into sight, people started screaming his name, flashes in his face as they recorded him.

"Wassup ma." He chuckled, waving at the camera that was nearest to him.

"Damn, y'all tryna touch a nigga dick. Back up." He laughed, pushing through the crowd with security as fans reached to touch him.

He'd made it to his section, and he dapped up a few of the people he was familiar with.

"Wassup." Von gave Kayla a side hug, and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey. You late as hell." She told him, and he shrugged, putting the duffel bag next to him as he pulled a blunt from behind his ear.

"We got Grandson in this bitch!" The DJ called out, and the crowd began hyping him up as a beat to one of his songs began to play.

Von chuckled, grabbing a mic as he walked towards the railing.

"If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak. If I miss, ain't going to sleep, I'm in the street, we play for keeps." He rapped, holding his chain up.

"Boy this bitch cracking, boy they ass lacking." Kayla rapped on the side of him, and he smiled, bobbing his head to the beat.

"This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage. You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't having. Not your blood, ain't your cuz, you my son, I'm your daddy." He threw up gang signs at the cameras that was focused on him.

He rapped a few more songs, before sitting down to rest, drinking from a cup of sprite. He rarely drunk liquor, he found it too bitter to actually enjoy.

He checked his surroundings, before his eyes rows slightly furrowed, seeing an entourage filling the section shortly across from him.

"We got big fucking Yani in the building!" The DJ announced, and the crowd began loudly cheering, screaming her name.

He watch as Kaisyn slowly became visible, wearing a black dress that hugged her curves, with YSL heels, fresh white polish on her toes.

She clutched a YSL handbag, a big smile on her face as she posed for the cameras that recorded her, throwing up gang signs.

"Wassgood gang?" Her soft voice sounded over the speakers, a microphone in her hand, making them get louder, and she smiled.

"Ain't that that opp bitch that beat Kayla asked?" A boy, Twon, asked.

"That bitch ain't beat nobody ass." Kayla frowned, folding her arms.

"You shole done got quiet as hell since she walked in." Twon laughed, and Von chuckled, standing up.

"You finna slide?" Kayla asked, standing up with him.

"Sit yo pussy ass down. If I was you wouldn't have did her nothing." He laughed, and she rolled her eyes, embarrassed as she sat back down.

Von stood over the rail, watching as Kaisyn rapped along with her song, the crowd rapping word for word.

"If you don't like me its on sight. You copping plea's, that's that shit I dont like. Say, hoe I ain't never scared. Draco in the wind we came well prepared." She toted a glock, banging her fist together, throwing up more signs.

"I feel like Pac I'm ready to ride. You think you big you ready to die? Hoe I aint never scared. Twenty deep in this bitch we came well prepared." She rapped, the best sounding out.

"It's Big Yani to a lil' bitch." She smirked, holding her middle fingers up at the crowd who screamed her name.

Von's dick hardened in his jeans as he watched her push her long jet black bundles over her shoulder. Her long, tapered square milky white nails flowing effortlessly through her hair as she got her pictures took.

She was beautiful. Von didn't like how even after what they'd done to each other, he didn't hate her, at all. Every time he saw her he was more and more attracted to her.

Kaisyn analyzed her surroundings, scanning over the different people, waving at the cameras.

Her eyes ran across Von's section, and she saw Kayla first, before seeing Von, and her eyes darkened, her body tensing as she stood up straight.

'Don't.' Von mouthed to her, knowing that she felt threatened as she clutched her gun. He wasn't on that type of timing with her.

Kaisyn adverted her eyes, not seeing any cameras, and Von grabbed his gun from his waist just as she started shooting.

She dropped two bodies in his section, her security shooting towards Von's section as they shot back.

People started screaming, bullets flying all over the club.

"Fuck!" Kayla cursed, being hit in her arm, currently laying on the ground for protection, but Kaisyn had damn good aim.

Sirens sounded, and Von cursed to himself, looking down at Kayla, before back up at Kaisyn.

He ran across the sections, ducking and dodging bullets as police began to storm the club. He hated how they got places so fast. The shootout had literally just started.

"Kaisyn." He called, and she turned, her finger on her trigger, not caring about the police.

"Kaisyn give me the gun ma." He said, and she frowned.

"Fuck type shit you on folks? I look dumb?" She stepped closer to him, and he groaned in frustration. She was stubborn as hell.

"Kaisyn it's feds here. Give me the fucking gun so you don't go to jail." He gritted, and she looked around, before meeting his eyes.

"You on some fu shit grandson?" She asked, her tone soft, and he unintentionally licked over his lips.

"Nah. I can't kill you if you locked up." He chuckled, and her face remained flat as she slowly lowered her gun, giving it to him.

Von grabbed both his and her gun, pouring a bottle of Dussé on them.

"The fuck?" She jerked her head back. That was one of her favorite guns.

"Yo fingerprints gone. Shut the fuck up." He said as he tossed the guns away from them, breaking the glass bottle open so they wouldn't find his fingerprints on it.

"Hands up, now!" Police stormed the section, and both of them put their hands up, being handcuffed shortly after.

"Say, don't fucking grab on her like that folks fuck wrong wit' you?" Von gritted to the police officer who had roughly snatched Kaisyn's arms behind her back.

"I'm good." She mumbled, nodding her head at him as the officer pulled her out of the section, another doing the same to Von.

After separate rides to the police station, the two of them were put in interrogation rooms.

"Kaisyn Banks, 21 year old gang banger from Chicago. Tell me, what were you doing at the club tonight?" A detective sat across from her, and she remained silent.

"We have 4 dead bodies from section across from yours. We have witnesses who saw you with a gun." He told her.

She stared blankly at him, her body in a relaxed state as her brown orbs pierced into his ocean blue ones.

"Answer me dammit!" He hit his hand on the table, and she didn't even flinch.

He'd been trying to get both her and Von off the streets for quite some time now, and he finally had a case worth building.

"Listen, just-just tell me that you saw Dayvon with the gun used to kill them people, and well let you go." He lowered his voice, and she blinked slowly, bored with the conversation.

She wouldn't rat even on her biggest opp. She didn't play police games, ever.

"We have video evidence of you with a gun, posted by your 'fans'. If we can't get you on the others, we can hold you for having a gun in a place that prohibits them. Guard, send her to the holding cell." He announced, and Kaisyn stood up as an officer walked inside.

She chuckled, letting the officer pull her out of the room.

He aggressively stood from the table, throwing the chair over as he walked out the room, slamming the door.

Detective Gates walked across the hall, into the interrogation room occupied by Von.

"I'm holding you and Kaisyn up on 4 murder chargers and six charges of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon." Gates wasted no time, staring at Von.

"With what weapon?" Von chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

"A Glock 22 and a 23." Gates smirked, hoping he'd admit to the charges, or at least accuse Kaisyn.

"I ain't got no guns folks." Von carelessly shrugged.

"We ran the prints, and they're yours." He told Von, who chuckled.

"Oh? So why I'm being questioned instead of booked goofy?" Von returned the smirk, and Gates jaw clenched in frustration.

"My client invokes his right to remain silent. Any further questions, direct them to me." Von's lawyer, Justin, walked in with a briefcase, and Von dapped him up.

"What are the charges?" Justin asked, sitting down with his briefcase.

"4 murder and 6 assault." Gates said, frustration ridden in his tone.

"Okay. What gun, what proof?" He looked up, and Gates adverted his eyes elsewhere.

"Exactly. The guns you have could've been used by anyone in the club. You have no DNA evidence connecting it to my client. Which means, there are no charges against him. Now, when and if-and that's a heavy if. If you find a charge, call me. As of now, release him." Justin stood up, and Von smiled as an officer released him from the cuffs.

Von smirked at Detective Gates as he walked out with Justin.

"Preciate you." Von dapped Justin up, who nodded his head.

"Stay out of trouble Von." Justin chuckled, walking off.

Von walked towards the receptionist area, looking around. Kaisyn should have gotten off on the same charges he did, but he didn't see her.

He walked up to the desk, tapping the window.

"Kaisyn Banks. Where she at?" Von asked, holding his phone in his hand.

The white lady behind the computer heavily sighed, typing on her computer.

"Booked on possession of a prohibited weapon." She irritatedly spoke, and he frowned, before cursing, remembering her toting her gun while she performed.

She had to have a bond though. That was a good enough charge to actually lock her up.

"What's her bond?" He asked, picking up his duffel bag off the ground.

"$4,000." She told him, and he sat the amount of cash on the desk, making the lady raise an eyebrow.

"Boo bitch. Go get her." He spoke in a 'duh' tone, and the lady grabbed the money, hurriedly walking off.

Von sat down in the chair, pulling his hood on so that he wouldn't be recognized.

His leg shook at a steady pace as he watched the door, ready to see Kaisyn. He didn't know why.

A few minutes later, he watched her short frame emerge from the door, her phone to her ear with her YSL bag in her hand, a tired expression on her face.

"Leave the keys in the ignition. I'm walking out." She said, before looking over, seeing Von, and she ended her call.

"Thank you." She mumbled, and he stood up, nodding his head.

Kaisyn turned to walk off, and he frowned, following her.

"Damn, that's it?" He chuckled, holding the door opened for her.

"Grandson ain't shit sweet. I said thank you, I'll invoice the money to yo manager or sum'." She said, walking to her car that her chauffeur had drove to the station.

"Kaisyn ion want no money from you ma." He grabbed her hand before she could get inside, and she snatched away from him.

"Why is you acting like that? I clearly ain't on that bullshit with you." His eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"You killed my brother. Shit will never be good with you Dayvon." She said, her tone cold, and his jaw clenched as she stepped in her car, pulling off.

"Fuck."

y'all need to fuck already. yall being dramatic and shit 😒