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

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Nau’Jour Grainger 😨{Extended Chapter}

I was at Mariah's group home sitting in the kitchen on one of the counters eating up some grapes while she multitasked with cooking and taking in deliveries for her event today which was the infamous barbecue.

“How many celebrities are supposed to be showing up today?” I asked

“Uhhh, I don't know actually. I do know that Skilla Baby and Rob49 signed up for it the other day at Birthday Bash and of course you know OTF is coming, they love the kids.” Mariah spoke

“Oh okay. That's cool.” I spoke before looking up at the door

“Dada eat eat!”

“Oh now you're hungry? I just asked if you wanted some grapes a couple minutes ago and you said no.” I spoke

“You hungry my baby?” Mariah asks

“Yeah!” My son spoke

“Yeah, I know. Can he eat a hot pocket?” Mariah asks

“If he want to. That lil nigga taste buds be all over the place.” I said

“You want a hot pocket?” Mariah asks

“No.”

“No? Well what you want then?” Mariah asks

“Fwies.”

“Yo fries do be bussin’ though.” I said to Mariah

“Nice way of asking me to make y'all some fries.” Mariah giggled causing me to laugh

Just then, my phone started ringing so I pulled it out seeing it was Rob calling.

“Hello?”

“I think we at the right spot. Come out and meet us bro.” He said

“Ight." I said

I hung up the phone and hopped off the counter. I walked out to the front and saw Rob and his people along with Skilla and his people looking in the opposite direction from where the front door was.

“Aye?”

They all turned their attention to me before walking over to dap me off.

“Why YB here?” Rob asks

“Mcht man.... I don't have time for his shit today. Gon’ fuck around and jump that nigga again.” I frowned as I saw YB exiting his truck with them girls and shit with him

“I don't mind that. He did Mariah dirty the other day.” Skilla says

“Naw for real. Straight played in that girl face like she was a video game.” Rob spoke

“Ain’t like it's the-- Woah, watch it now."

“Sorry!” One of Mariah kids spoke as they ran past us

“Give me back my shirt!” One of the girls yelled

“Damn, mans done ran off on the plug.” Skilla laughed

“They always do that shit. I think he got some kinda crush on her for real... Aye lil bro, c’mere.” I spoke to the lil boy who was running with the shirt

He walked up to me but stood a few feet back. I just squatted down and extended my hand for the shirt.

“You know the drill.” I said

“Yes sir.” He nodded before handing me the shirt

“Miss Mariah know you doing that?” I asked

“No sir.”