[𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗦] 𝗡𝗕𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗡

𝗧𝗪𝗢. 𝟮

"Do you still have your gun?" the unknown male asked, his voice soft yet tinged with a rough edge. Before answering, Von studied the man's appearance. He was dressed in a black hoodie, similar to Von's own, along with grey sweatpants and crocs on his feet.

Von let out a small smile, glancing down at the gun still nestled in his hoodie pocket. "You already know," he replied. The male nodded, indicating that Von could get off the floor and sit on the couch.

Dayvon nodded, doing as he was told. He watched the male walk out of the room. 'Damn, he's fine as hell,' echoed in his head.

The house was dimly lit. "Here," the male returned with a glass of water. "Thank you," Von accepted the water and took a sip.

The male stared at him as he guzzled the glass of water. Von placed the half-drunk water down on the table in front of him.

"My name's Von," he spoke to the boy who was still staring at him. "I know, you're a rapper. I'm not slow, nigga."

Von sucked his teeth, "I'm from the O," the words left his lips as the male checked his phone. "I know," he replied, briefly looking up at Von before returning his gaze to the phone.

"Don't worry, you good. The cops stopped checking, well at least 'round here," The male assured him. "My name's Kentrell, by the way."

Von nodded. "You got a coat I can wear?" Kentrell looked at him with a hint of confusion before nodding. He stood from the couch and headed upstairs.

It only took a second or two before Kentrell returned, coat in hand. "Thanks, Li' Mama," Von expressed his gratitude as Kentrell handed him the coat.

Kentrell let out a laugh at the pet name. "Li' Mama is crazy, but you're welcome, Von." 

Dayvon liked the way he laughed. "Do you live alone?" he questioned, causing the male to stop in his tracks. "No, I got a son, he's not here right now though, thank God."

Kentrell walked back to his seat on the couch, settling in beside Von, who simply hummed at the information.

"How old are you? You look young as hell," Von commented, earning a chuckle from Trell. "I'm 17, but I got a question for you," he spoke, his laughter gradually fading away before coming to a complete stop.

"What?" Dayvon said, his attention completely on the younger. "You a rapper right?"

"Yeah, you know that," Von laughed. poking fun at the comment that the other teen had spoken earlier.

Rolling his eyes, Kentrell continued his question, "Nigga, why are you running from the cops? I don't know what you did, but if you're a rapper making money, why are you running from the cops?"

Von smacked his teeth. "I killed someone. I started running when I heard sirens," he spoke, shrugging his shoulders, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he had just essentially incriminated himself.

Kentrell eyes widened a little bit, but before he could speak again his phone ranged, Von got a look at his phone screen which read, '𝟭𝟬💚' the boy answered quickly.

Von watched as the male excused himself to take the phone call.

Dayvon stood up from the couch, taking this as his chance to look around.

He noticed pictures of Kentrell and a little boy, which he assumed was Trell's son. They looked exactly alike.

"What are you doing?" Von turned his attention towards Kentrell's voice, thick with a southern accent that Von had noticed before. 'He's not from Chicago,' Von mused to himself.

"Lookin' around," he said, smiling at Kentrell. "Your son looks just like you." He added, making Kentrell nod. "I would hope so." Von chuckled at that.

The two made it back to the couch, sitting down. "My son likes your music," Kentrell said once they were finally settled. "Really? He looks like a newborn in that picture over there," Von spoke with a laugh, causing Kentrell to suck his teeth.

"He's one, and he starts dancing when I play your music." Ken says, smiling. "You cute when you smile or laugh, Li' Ma."

Kentrell shook his head, "Thanks Dayvon," Von sucked his teeth, "Dayvon? Hmm' you calling me my full name now? We just met baby." The teen rolled his eyes, in fake annoyance. "Nigga, you literally told me that you killed someone not too long ago, also your name is on Google, dumbass."

Before Von could say anything back, there was a knock on the door, causing both of them to freeze. The knock was forceful.

"Who the fuck is that?"

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Do you guys like it so far? Even tho this is the second chapter.