A few days had gone by since Von and Durk spoke in the car that night. Von was tired of the boys bullshit and he was set on keeping his distance. At this point they were both confused and it was really a game of who would crack first and, knowing how their pride no one was cracking anytime soon.
Von already had a lot on his plate.
With the hit out for the boys robbing his shit he felt it was all too much for him to be worrying about Durk at a time like this. Reese would eventually get out of jail and although Von wasn't really into the leader shit he wanted to atleast make a bang while he was in the position.
Chief meant a lot to everyone including Von. He helped him out when no one else would so, to him they were family. He couldn't fathom how quickly his life got taken away and how they stole his chain at that.
It made his blood boil. He wanted revenge but not no eye for an eye. He didn't want to be even he wanted to do worse than what they did. Take everything those niggas love away from them. The hit he placed was just one thing but he needed to know these niggas on a deeper level, to truely understand what they cared for most.
Then there was Durk who was doing the normal, smoking his feelings away. How he felt about Von was complicated in ways he couldn't express. There were times he wanted to be in Vons skin but, there were also times when he wanted Von bleeding from his fist.
The boy was softening him and Durk could feel his hard persona quickly slipping away. At this point it wasn't about being gay anymore it was about if being together was worth.
To be honest Durk never really looked into what Von did for a living. He knew it wasn't nothing legal but he didn't really care because who was he to judge.
Everyone had something illegal going on, that's just how they got around in the hood. At the end of the day it was all about affiliation. Asking Von about his personal life meant Durk would have to open up about his too and, that wasn't something he wanted to do.
For now he was going to leave the boy alone. Space is what they both felt was needed.
||India Royale||
My eyes slowly fluttered open as my body began to wake up. I sat up from my bed and looked down at my phone to see if Misha was still on the line. We had fell asleep the night before talking about Durk and them and some other shit that had been on our mind.
Everyone knew we were getting close, we knew we were getting close but, we were both hesitant on addressing it. As much as I lecture Durk about his feelings I was struggling a little with my own.
"Dia" Misha called out. I smiled hearing her sleepy voice.
"Yeah?"
"Whatchu thinking about?" She asked finally picking up her phone so I could see her face in the camera. She was rubbing her eyes and in that moment all I could focus on was the sleeve on her arm and how it matched her body so perfectly. "You hearin' me?"
I snapped back to reality, "Nothing just some stuff on my mind."
"Like what? You want me to come over?"
"Yeahhhh" I dragged out smiling, "Bring some food too"
"Duhh" She said as we both laughed.
An hour passed by and I finally got myself together, I was just fixing up a last few things with my hair when the bathroom door opened.
"Damn girl knock" I said seeing Misha walk in.
"I ain't got the key to knock." She said rolling her eyes.
She walked up to me taking a look at my outfit. She began to run her fingers gently through my wig admiring me while I finished getting ready. I can't lie and say my body wasn't heating up at the slightest touch but I would never let her know that.
"Dang I didn't know we were dressing up" She broke the silence beginning to look in the mirror.
"You look good whatchu mean?" I responded looking at her outfit too. She had on some sweats and a black shirt that was slightly cropped. Her natural hair was put into a slip back bun and her lashes were still fresh from when I did them the other day.
"Mhmm let's go eat."
We both walked into the kitchen and I smiled seeing she got us Waffle House. She sat down on one of the island barstools waiting for me to get my food first. I could feel her eyes staring into my soul as I started opening up the containers.
"Why you staring so fucking hard." I turned around while taking a bite out of a sausage.
"You look good." Is all she said. We started at each other for a minute before she pulled me in between her legs and put both hands outside my thighs.
I choked a little as her actions caught me off guard. A smirk began to grow on her face and I rolled my eyes. Does she find this amusing?
"No seriously though Dia you look good as fuck." Her eyes deepened and I looked away starting to feel nervous again. I can't take the eye contact. She stood up from the chair standing just a little over 2 inches taller than me. She grabbed my chin bring my face back to hers. My body was on fire.
She rested her forehead on mine, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She mumbled something before stepping back a creating space between us again. What the fuck.
"Let's eat" she said clapping her hands together and beginning to opening up her container.
I stood there stunned trying to take in what happened. This can't be real.
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