king von · drill music · chicago · o'block · otF · street life · protective father · loyal · real life · drill rapper
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the crib, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The bass from one of his own tracks rattles the walls, vibrating through the expensive furniture. True is chasing Dayvon Jr. around the living room, their laughter mixing with Demi's squeals as she tries to keep up. Von is stretched out on the leather couch, a fresh stack of bills in his hands, counting slow and steady. He ain't really focused on the money though—his eyes keep drifting to the front door. He's got that familiar feeling in his chest, that mix of anticipation and protectiveness that only comes when he's waiting on his baby girl. He licks his thumb, flips another bill, then looks up at the door again. "You late," he mutters under his breath, but there's no real h…