Hell And Back (NBA Youngboy)- COMPLETED

Chapter 51 🥀: Little Dominican

Mariah Williams 💫

Later on, Marc took Gianna to her--our uncle's house, and Brianna to her mom. He came back and told me everything I wanted to know.

"What made you think ah Big Jean?"

"Well, you know Senior lived with us when I was little, right. So at the time I was like four--"

"Nigga, you remember this shit?"

"Hell yeah. Anyway, since I was little, all I could think when Senior was gone was 'Mommy and Daddy are fighting', right? I remember her bringin' a buncha niggas in that lil time period. Since she fucked wit' like the OG's on the block, I knew these niggas names, faces, and reputations by the time I was like, eight. I got some connections, so I told them every name, and they gave me everything I wanted to know. One name I was stuck on was DeJean Clemons. They said dude had a son and a daughter. I remember one nigga came wit' his son and let us play wit' each other while they was togetha'. I looked up Gianna Clemons and Jalen Clemons on Facebook, and I compared yall's pictures and--"

"We looked just alike." He nodded.

"I inboxed Gianna and talked to her for a couple of days, you know, so I ain't make her suspicious. Then she let me call her, and I explained this whole situation. Talked to her brother bout it, talked to her Pops, and he agreed ta do a blood test with ya blood in the database. He said he gone contact me when he touch down in New Orleans."

"How you get him to trust you?"

"All I had to say was mama's name." He started laughing. I laughed with him, sitting up.

"Man...I can't believe this. Dude is the most feared and hated outchea'." He was about to respond, when his phone started ringing.

"Yo.--What gate?--I ain't think you was comin' today.--Aight, I sent my boys for ya, look fa them.--Yeah, I'm pickin' up Gianna and Jalen in about an hour.--Okay, I'll be on the lookout." They ended the conversation. For the next hour, my adrenaline was pumping. Marcus left to go get Gianna and Jalen, and I called up Youngboy.

"Son...what if this ain't my daddy? What if it's a false alarm, again. Like..." I let out an exasperated breath.

"Ion know, Riah, Gianna look just like ya. But, if it ain't, remember what I said." I nodded as if he could see me.

"Okay..." We talked to help get my mind off of things, until there was a knock at the door.

"I gotta go."

"Okay, tell my In laws I said hey." I sucked my teeth and giggled.

"Bye, boy."

"Bye, kid." I opened the door, letting out a deep breath. Marcus and Gianna came through, followed by a light skinned dude. He looked mixed.

"Jalen, this ya lil sista, Mariah." I waved awkwardly, and he took me into a hug.

"Hey, sis."

"Hey, bro." I laughed, letting go. He was smiling at me.

"Ya daddy gon' be here in a minute." I nodded.

"So...how does it feel bein' the son and daughter of one of the biggest gang leada's there is right now?"

"You gotta watch what you say and do. Issa pretty smooth life." Jalen assured me.

"Yeah, otha than the fact that you a walkin' target." Gianna rolled her eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek.

"You look a lil scared. It ain't as bad as she making it up to be. Mad Max raised you until he died, right? It was just like that. Ain't nobody know you was his daughter, same thing right hea. Jus' keep this on ya." He put a gun on the table.

"Trust me, she don't need that." Gianna laughed at Marcus.

"Lemme show you." I entered the room first, quickly pulling them out of the safe place before the walked in.

"Damn..." He drooled over the box, picking one up.

"Be careful, they all loaded."

"Ah shit." He pointed at the wall like he was in a music video.

"This one gotta blue beam." He smiled like a little kid. Jean was a crip, so I figured he was, too.

"How old you is, crazy?"

"20."

"Damn, pops was droppin' em fast." They laughed at me.

"Hell yeah." They agreed.

"Riah!" I grabbed my heat and ran out. Marcus was standing in front of the door.

"Boy, don't you eva--" I sighed out as he opened the door. A big, tall dude came in first, then came Jean. Some other dude walked in right behind him. I studied his face, I had never seen him up close. He had light skin, it was tanned now, his eyes were hazel, and shaped like mine. His hair was that curly texture that I could never maintain. Soft, thick, but difficult. This was the first time that I noticed he wasn't even black. He had tattoos up and down his arms, but none on his face like they usually do. This was me. This was my father. I didn't need a blood test.

"I don't need a blood test..." He told me. I'm guessing he was thinking the same thing I was. He touched my face, I noticed his eyes were watering.

"This is my daughter."

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Lil laid back but it's the quiet in the storm 😈

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