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𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 {𝐕𝐨𝐧} 𝐃𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 | 𝟐𝟒
🕰️6:40 pm🕰️
"Whatchu mean folks?" I asked tha old white nigga in front of me.
This bitch done changed ha locks on me like ion know what I'm doing. Bitch lucky she ain't make no spares, I'a had em already.
"I'm sorry, Mr..."
"Von."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Von but I just can't make you an extra key for Ms. Jones' house. 1. She owns the house so only she has the option and 2. I'm not the one that changed her locks, the actual locksmith would have to give you a key but he's on vacation at the moment and like I said before, he doesn't have permission."
"You gone get me a fuckin key." I leaned in.
"I-I'm sorry but I really can't." He stuttered, standing up out his chair tryna leave the room.
"Sit down, looking like a lil bitch." I stood up.
He looked around the room, even though there was nun or nobody in this bitch, before he sat back down.
"M-Mr. Von, I assure you if I could make arrangements I-I would but I can't."
"Well since you can't arrange shit, I will." I nodded my head, getting out my phone, texting Durknem to come handle this shit.
"W-what're you doing?"
I ignored him, putting my phone back in my pocket, waiting a few minutes befo' them niggas walked inna door.
"You cool, twin?" Durk asked.
"Hell yea, I'm bouta call up Will tho ta get me a key fa ha house."
"You fuckin insane, bro." Wop shook his head.
"Lil sis must got some bomb pussy got Von acting like a nut head." Booka shook his head.
"Fuck up." I rolled my eyes, "Nie handle this shit, I gotta go." I pointed to the white man behind me, he sat looking confused n scared as shit.
"Ight." Wop shrugged, being the first one to walk up to him, punching him dead in his shit.
"We'a call you when this shit done, twin." Durk shook his head, dappin me up, letting me leave.
- - -
"Thank you folks, I knew I could count on you." I smiled, looking at the key that lil nigga made fa me.
Will was this lil 15-year old kid I had came across, I actually caught em tryna pick a gate that was locked, he been my lil nigga that I go to when I need some keys or shit like that cause that's what he do.
"Y-yeah of course, Mr. Von!" He smiled as I handed him a stack.
"Whatchu be doing wit allis money anyway, folk?" I asked him, as he counted thru it, putting it in the lil duffel bag he always kept.
"Well I give it to some of my family.. or some I keep for myself. I even got to open my own bank account, isn't that neat!" He smiled.
Despite growing up inna O, Will was still a lil innocent, well-mannered white boy.
"Yea- yea it's pretty neat, folk." I smiled at him.
"Well I gotta go- bye, Mr. Von! I'll see you next time! Thank you so much!" He smiled, putting the duffel bag over his head, sitting it on his shoulder before he took off to wherever he was going.
"IGHT LIL FOLKS BE SAFE!" I yelled, waving to him as he ran off.
Now I just gotta go to this bitch house.
- - -
"Y'all so stupid." I heard her cute ass giggle come from inna kitchen.
"Nah but you needa get ya shit together fa real, Mari." I heard a nigga voice say over the phone.
"Tha fuck..?" I whispered creeping around the corner.
"Who that behind you..?" I heard her read, leaning into her phone.
Damn, her ass on live.
I quickly opened Instagram, tryna go to her account, this bitch blocked me. I shook my head, logging into ma burner account, looking at her live.
Just in time, I see her head whip around before it turns back to her phone screen, "Y'all stop fuckin playing." She laughed.
I gotta go thru tha back or the live gone see me again..
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