WELCOME TO DEATH ROW !
( CHAPTER FIFTY : YOU'VE GOT SERVED. )
❝ SEEMS LIKE EVER SINCE THE FIRST DAY WE MET, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE I THINK OF MORE THAN YOU. ❞EXCERPT : BRANDY , SITTIN' UP IN MY ROOM.
Friday, April 19th, 1996 • San Francisco, California
OMNISCIENT
THE PAIR MADE THEIR way in the studio so Tupac could prepare to call in to KMEL's Westside Radio to be interviewed by Sway. "You know you didn't have to bring me here, right? I don't want to be too clingy towards you." Kidada spoke in a worrisome manner as she watched Tupac sit in front of the telephone.
He brought along the Outlawz as well as the new lady in his life. They weren't official as of yet but they were indeed more than just friends. It wasn't easy getting her but with his immaculate charm, he swept her off of her feet.
However, her father, Quincy Jones and little sister, Rashida weren't too fond of their brewing relationship. Due to the things he said about their family in the public a few years back, they didn't want anything to do with him. Well, that was until Tupac had a long talk with the both of them, and quickly won them over.
"You aren't clingy, I like having a fine woman by my side." He admitted as he drug his tongue across his bottom lip before running his hand across the small of her back.
"Nigga, get on the line, Sway's waiting for you. Your ass over here too busy trying to lock lips and shit." Napoleon, one of the Outlawz joked, causing Kidada to say something before Tupac did.
"Boy, shut up, and pass me the liquor." She stood in front of him, her hand on her hip. The two exchanged stares before they bursted into a fit of laughter. He poured the champagne into two cups and handed one off to her.
Another thing that had Tupac in awe with Kidada, was the fact that his homies took a liking to her. She was the type that could hang with her female friends one minute and kick it with the fellas as well.
She was a down to earth chick, so much so, you wouldn't think that she was raised lavishly. She was born to glitz and glamor but she didn't let that define her as a person-humble and respectful was the type of person she was.
But that was because that's what she grew up around. She was more in tune with her African roots, being around her father and his side of the family majority of her childhood. And unlike her sister, she was street smart and was more of the rough around the edges type of girl.
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