Lucien Montana is just a simple guy trying to make a way for his family. Friends call him Mulatto because of his mixed backgrounds, he derives from an African American mother and French father. Lucien hasn't seen his father since he left the family...
Milotto I can't even roll in peace Everybody notice me I can't even go to sleep I'm rolling on a bean They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me.
I knocked on the door, and looked at Kylie. The door swung open, "What Ni- Malik was holding a glock 9 to my face. "What tha hell?!" He smiled childishly as he lowered the gun. "Where ya get a gun stupid?" He laughed, "Yo room, ya know a lil nigga needed that protection."
"Gimme thah shit," I said snatching the gun from him. "Where ma at?" He shrugged his shoulders and began walking away, Kylie and I walked into the house and closed the door. "She prolly ran away. She was bout sick of my ahh, ya heard meh." I looked around the house and followed Malik to the kitchen. He was eating on cookie crips, "Still ya favorite cereal huh?" He nodded steadily eating. "So ya here tah get meh now?" I nodded my head, it was the perfect time and all since ma wasn't home. "Hurry up an pack ya clothes." He put down the bowl and ran upstairs. Kylie looked to me with some disappointment, "So you really finna take your brother from your mom?" I kissed my teeth, "Hell yea. Dats my dawg. I told him dat I was gone come back fah him, nd I'm here." She sat down at the kitchen table and shook her head. I kneeled down beside her and laid my head in her lap, "If you don't want meh to I won't, but you gonna have tah explain to him why he can't get away from his abusive mother." Kylie ran her fingers through my hair, "She's really abusive?" I laid kisses on her thigh and raised my head. Malik was coming down the stairs with a grin plastered upon his face. He had two of his Gucci night bags, and his Gucci slides in hand. "Alright I'm ready." I looked down and stared at the floor. "What's goin on?" Kylie nudged me and grabbed the keys to the car, "Milotto's not feelin' too well. Don't worry though, cause I'm sure that all he needs is a good nights worth of sleep." I ran my hands through my hair as I nodded to make it more convincing. "I can't wait to go what's the first thing we doin when we get home?" I shrugged, "Damn if I know. You should ask Kylie since she knows everything." I looked to Kylie who rolled her eyes. My phone buzzed and I already knew who that was.
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I hurried and stuffed my phone in my pocket, "Aye y'all come on we gotta go." Kylie looked me over confused, "Milotto what is it?" I rushed towards the door latching on to her hand. Malik followed in my steps getting into the car. "What's goin on?" I hurried and stuck the key into the ignition, put the car in drive, and mashed the gas. "Put on ya seatbelt, we gots tah hurry and get the hell outta here." They rushed putting on their seatbelts as I turned the curb with a sharp turn.
1 hour and 28 minutes later... "Mil wassup?" I turned to face Malik, "Awl don't you worry Malik, you just sit back there and look pretty." "Da fuck?" Kylie laughed and looked over the seat at him, "Well...you are a pretty boy Malik. I bet you was breakin' so many hearts. Lil cutie," she said reaching over the seat pinching his cheeks. Malik smacked her hand away irritated, I mean he always has hated when people call him a pretty boy. "I know you fuckin' lyin." We burst into laughter making Kylie look at us in disgust. "Y'all make me sick."
"Betta go take some Robitussin, it's good for cough." Kylie rolled her eyes and playfully punched Malik in the shoulder, "You act just like your brother you know that."
"Lotto I ain know you had a white girlfriend." I laughed along with Malik. Kylie stared at me as if she wanted to put her hands on me. I raised my hand in surrender, "You know I was just playing." She smacked me, "No." "DAAAAMN, she smacked da fuck outcha bruh. You ain't gone let ha get away wit that is ya?" I smirked looking in his direction, "Hell nawl, she know what it is." Malik jumped up and got in Kylie's ear, "Ooh ya heard that didn't it. He gone dick you down good tonight." Kylie turned to around to face Malik, "What you know about getting dicked down?"
"Eww! Hell nawl, I know about dicking a female down, but I'll never know about dicked down. That ole gay ahh shit. I know you fuckin lyin." We all burst into laughter.
