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

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Mariah Jones 🥸

I was about to take a seat when my phone rang and I saw it was Artist.

“Hello?”

“Yeah. Skilla ‘nem just got back saying you had to take a last minute flight, you good?” Artist says

“Yeah, I'm fine. Von just got into some trouble and I had to come and see about him. I'll be back right now because he's fine now so we're good.” I said

“Ight. Yo food prolly' gon' be cold so...” He says

“It's okay, thank you.” I said

I hung up the phone and was just drove as fuck. I just stood with my arms folded until Von came his lanky ass out of the bathroom. And about 15 minutes later, he did.

“What's wrong witchu'?” Von asks

“I gotta get back home. But do me a favor while I'm gone, stay the fuck out of trouble! If I gotta come bond your ass outta jail again, I will fuck you up!” I said

“Who pissed you off?” He frowned

“You did nigga! I literally just had to deal with you niggas and cops at my door now you gonna come down here and get your stupid ass arrested?! Stop the foolery!” I said

“You got that. I'mma see you back in Miami.” He nodded

“Fucking asshole.” I mumbled while walking out

I hopped in the truck and caught my lil flight back home and when I got back to the crib, I found Kentrell and ‘nem still was here sitting in my damn living room. I just kept quiet and made my way to the studio and found Artist, Rob, and Skilla down here chillin' with their boys.

“You back? We missed you.” Artist playfully spoke

“Aww, how cute?” I laughed

“What happened with Von? He ight?” Artist asks

“Yeah he's fine. Can't shit put that nigga down but being broke at this point.” I said

“Oh, we picked this up for you at the mall too.” Skilla spoke as he picked up a bag off of the table

He handed me the bag and I opened it seeing a jewelry box. When I opened it, I saw a cute little anklet and I was in love with it. But the cutest thing about it was that it had my daddy's name engraved on it.

“Marcus.” I said as I ran my fingers over the letters

I wanted to cry but I didn't, thankfully.

“I know how much he means to you, so I thought it'd be nice.” Skilla spoke

“Thank you.” I spoke as I reached to give him a hug

“No problem.” He spoke as he rubbed my back

“Captain Jones, does-- Oh. Sorry.”

I pulled away from the hug and looked toward the stairs seeing Zach and Tavo.

“You're good. What's up?” I said

“Okay I wanted to know. Does Graham or Larry have seniority?” Zach asks

“Graham does.” I said

“Okay. So we report to Graham? Not Larry?”

“Nooo, you report to me or Brian.” I said

“Okay, got it.” Zach nodded

“What's wrong?” I asked

“Because Larry said that all gifts brought in the house are to be ran through him first for safety.”