Adopted By NBA YoungBoy 2: A Toxic World{An NBA YoungBoy Story}

Fourty

Mariah Jones🤫

I looked up towards the door and saw Lloyd standing there looking like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked

"Look, I'm sorry about that and I know sorry can't change things but I just want you to know that I understand your pain. I mean, as far as losing your father. I lost mine at the age of 2." Lloyd says

"You telling me this why?" I asked

"I'm telling you this because I understand if you want to kick his ass for breaking that picture. I'm telling you this because I feel what you feel." Lloyd says

"Yeah right." I scoffed

"Look, I'm not-- I get that you're upset so we're gonna just go ahead and go but if you need or want to talk, I'm here. Only a phone call, text, or holler away." Lloyd spoke

He went to walk out but I honestly couldn't let them leave. Beings that we're under investigation, we kinda can't move too much.

"It's okay, you guys can stay but keep the fuck out of my studio, my kitchen, my pool, just stay out of everything that isn't your designated room." I said

"That's fine... But I was kinda hoping I could take you out. Maybe to make up for all of this." Lloyd says

"No, just get out." I said while waving him off as I laid down

I was just so angry! Like how can you disrespect my shit like that without even so much as a tiny piece of remorse? Fucking asshole, but let me do something like that, it'd be a problem. Oh, you broke my shit so now you owe me some ass as a way to make up for it. I swear these industry people have no fucking respect dawg.

"I'm honestly really sorry about all of that. I truly am." Lloyd says

"Kiss my ass." I mumbled

I'm just so over this bullshit here dawg. But I'm gonna say this and say it now, I'm not about to ruin my life and future for this nigga Birdman. Just then, my phone rung and I seen it was Herb so I answered.

"Yo?" I spoke

"What's wrong witchu'?" Herb asks

"Issa lotta shit, but wassup?" I spoke

"When you gonna be in either New York or Cali on yo tour?"

"Nigga that tour got cancelled due to some shit Irv Gotti got himself into so now we all here at my crib tryna lay low and these niggas driving me crazy." I said

"Awww damn, that's fucked up. Damn, like I was asking cuz' folks wanna meet witchu'. Umm A Boogie and his people wanna meet witchu' about doing some business together and I'm wit' him right now so that's why I was calling. But since y'all can't go nowhere. We could just set up sumn' witchu'." Herb spoke

"No, we can move around but they I guess just feel like it'd be more cool and comfortable to stay in one place. But I'm not finna sit and just waste my days away from these niggas. No sir." I said

"Ight bet, hop on a flight as soon as you can and we could set sumn' up when you land. Where you wanna link up at? Cali or New York?" Herb asks

"New York." I said while looking at my other phone

"Ight bet. We'll be here shorty." Herb spoke

I hung up the phone and packed up a little bag for myself before calling up Montana.

"What you want now big head?" Montana asks

"Shut up, but listen. I'm about to leave for like a day or two to go to New York and I need somebody to come and watch over Megan and Amelia. Like yeah they may not be little kids but you know with these niggas here, ion trust 'em being alone 'nough for them to do them something." I said