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paisholotus · 7 months

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Ch.4

A/N: I know these songs are not 90s accurate, but to me, they fit this chapter well. But I hope y'all still enjoy 🤎

Songs Played

Int'l Player's Anthem: UGK, Outcast

Let's Get Away: T.I.

Soul survivor: Young Jeezy, Akon

Say it: Neyo

Lucious pov

I pulled into my neighborhood, with the music blasting, I turned to look at little Mama bobbing her head. She seemed like the type to listen to R&B—that slow song shit. I reached over to change the song, but she shook her head, reaching over to turn it up.

"Don't change it; I like it." She said. She bobbing her head to the lyrics, making a stank face. The lyrics were raw and deep; it was that rough shit that only people in the hood could understand. But she was reacting to the lyrics like she could relate.

"You like that?" I asked her. I came up to my house and put the car in the park. I gave her an ear-to-ear smile, watching her let loose into the music. Lil Mama told me the day I walked her home from the basketball court that she loved music. It was also the day she agreed to go on this date with me. I love a woman who appreciates music, and I'm not talking about that lovey-dovey shit. I'm talking about music that's about the struggle of the streets. There are not a lot of girls like that.

"Hell yeah, that shit hot." She said, humming with the chorus. Lil Mama got some pipes on her too. When she told me she loved music, I told her to sing sum for me. Of course, I already knew she could sing, considering I was at her birthday. And she sang a couple of songs with her friends. When I asked her to sing for me, I felt something I hadn't felt before. Her voice was smooth but strong, like those older church ladies that would hit those low notes. You wouldn't think a powerful voice came out of a little body like hers.

I turned the car off, grabbed her flowers, and got out of the car. I walked over to her side, opening the door for her. "That was me." I said, grinning. Grabbing her hand, I helped her out of the car. She looked at me, surprised, and gave me a big smile.

"You for real? She asked me. I nodded as I put my hand on her waist, guiding her up the pathway. I decided to invite her over to have dinner with me and my uncle. But if I'm being completely honest, this was a test to see if my uncle liked her. My uncle is opinionated like fuck and outspoken. If he doesn't like your ass, he'll tell you he doesn't like your ass.

My uncle is pretty much like my pops; he took me in after my father was killed and my mom's died. I don't really care that my mama is dead, but for my pops to get taken away from me, I would never forgive the nigga that did it. But I'll get into that another time.

I opened the door and motioned for her to walk in. She looked around and smiled softly. "You live here?" She asked, looking at the pictures sitting on the coffee table. I stared at her blankly and nodded. I was looking for a sign of judgment, but I didn't find anything.

She just walked around, continuing to smile at pictures. She stopped at a baby picture of me and giggled. "Is this you? You were a fat baby. With a big ass head." She cackled. I sent her a playful glare and walked up to her, getting into her space.

She still smiled, showing her pretty white teeth. "Oh, you got jokes, little mama?" She smirked at me. Pulling the collar of my shirt, "Oh, I got plenty. But imma be nice. I don't want to crack on you in your house." She said, backing away a little. But I walked back up to her, grabbing the side of her face and looking down at her lips. But I was interrupted by my uncle clearing his throat.

"Marc, are you going to introduce me to?" Unc said, looking at little Mama. She gave him a big smile, and that's when I noticed she had dimples and thought that was the cutest sh*t ever. "Hi, I'm Nalae. It's nice to meet you." She said, reaching her hand out to shake his hand. He smiled at her and shook her hand.

"You don't mind me joining you and Marc for dinner, right?" He asked her, and she shook her head, placing her bag down on the couch and sitting down. I went to sit down beside her and watched her look at the cut-up vegetables. "Whatchu, cooking?" She asked him.

"Some fried pork chops, greens, and sweet potatoes." She gave an approved nod, showing all her teeth. Unc looked at her and chuckled. "What are you smiling so big for?" She leaned forward, laying her head on her wrist, and smiled. "I love to cook. You want me to help you?"

I chuckled, walking into the kitchen to have a drink. Me and little Mama made eye contact, and she smiled, sticking her tongue out at me, and looked back at my uncle, who raised his brow at her. "You can cook? Don't bring yo ass over here and fuck shit up!" He said, in all seriousness.

She playfully smacked her teeth and walked over into the kitchen to wash her hands. I sat at the kitchen counter, watching Little Mama pick up the meat and begin seasoning it.

Unc crossed his arms, watching her with a blank face. She dipped the meat in some flour, lightly shook it, and put it in the hot oil. "Who taught you how to cook?" Unc asked her.

She smiled and put the other three into the oil. "My mama. Taught me everything to know about food." She said it proudly. Unc walked over and began cooking the sweet potatoes. "We'll just see how good you do, then." Unc said, side-eyeing little Mama.

-Time Skip-

"Damn! That was good asf." Unc said, looking at little Mama. She smirked cockily at him and put another piece of pork chop in his mouth. "Damn, you can eat! This is your third plate." He said this, looking at her in disbelief. She playfully rolled her eyes, turning to look at Unc. "I told you I loved food." She said she was drinking her tea. I chuckled, pulling out my toothpick. "Ain't shit wrong with that. I like a girl that can eat." I said, staring into her eyes.

She looked down, smiling shyly, finishing her food, and leaning back into the chair. Unc got up, shaking his head, and picked up the plates. I leaned over, resting my arms on the table, and looked at little Mama. "Are you having a good time, mama?" I asked her. She nodded, drinking the last of her tea. "Yeah, your uncle is good people." She said, smiling softly.

I gave her a genuine smile, walking over to the coffee table and picking up the blunt. I was honestly new to this shit. I've never brought a girl to my house for a date—not even to fuck; I would always take a girl to the motel for that; I ain't trust hoes enough to come into my house. I ain't never had actual genuine feelings for a girl before; I had neither time nor patience to catch feelings for no bitches. But little Mama was different—all the way different. She won't like the other females trying to get at me. I've only known her for a couple of weeks, and in that short amount of time, Shordy was actually trying to get to know me. And didn't judge me or my choice of living. Like now, tonight she was in the kitchen cooking with my uncle, like she belonged here or something.

I could tell I had strong feelings for her already; I would miss her presence when I left her. I just wanted to be around her, to talk to her, to listen to her, etc. She was honestly making me go crazy every time I saw her smile. She made me feel nervous. You would think Nalae was the type of girl to go for smart, nerdy niggas. She gets good fucking grades and says she wants to go to college. And that shit makes me nervous because I know I couldn't do none of that shit. I know I'm smart—really fucking smart. Unc tells me all the time to get out of this street life. But the street life is all I fucking know, plus we ain't got the money for college. No matter how much I secretly want to go.

But I ain't gon ever be a doctor, lawyer, shit like that. I want to make music and make my way into owning my own company. I know deep down that she deserves better, but Ion want to let go of her; I want her to be mine.

I heard a tap on the table, and she looked at me softly with concern and mumbled, "Are you okay?" She must have noticed me deep in thought. I grinned at her and nodded. "I'm straight, baby." I said, handing her the blunt. She shook her head and mouthed ''another time''.

Unc came back to the kitchen with a beer in his hand. "Alright, rich girl. Imma, play my playlist, and I know! You ain't going to know these songs." Little Mama rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth. "I'm not rich. And yeah, whatever, go ahead and play it. I know everything there is about music." She said.

Soul survivor: Young Jeezy, Akon

"Konvict

Akon and Young Jeezy

Tryin' to take it easy

The only way to go

And so (Ay, let's get it)"

The intro of the song played, and me and Unc watched her to see if she knew it. But she kept a half-smiled face, and then the hook came on.

"But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block.

With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now

Because I'm a rider.

Oh, yes, a soul survivor.

'Cause everybody knows the game; don't stop.

Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass gets popped now.

If you are a rider, yeah.

Oh, yes, a soul survivor."

She rapped along with the lyrics, making Unc look at her in surprise. She looked sexy as hell, rapping word for word. She took Unc's brim and placed it on her head, rapping the bridge of the song.

''Cause if you lookin' for me, you can find me.

On the block, disobeying' the law

Real G, thoroughbred from the streets

Pants saggin' with my gun in my drawers

Just to keep on moving now

Just to keep on moving now, yeah."

Lil Mama and Unc sang the last bit of the song before she looked up at him with a cocky smirk. "OK, old timer, next song." She said. Pouring herself another drink of tea. "Betta, watch your mouth, girl; I ain't old! And lucky guess." He said, eyeing her. I chuckled, and she raised her hands up in surrender.

Let's Get Away, T.I.

Unc placed some playing cards on the table because he bet he could beat her at spades. The intro of the next song came on, and Little Mama's face immediately lit up.

"Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town.

Hey shawty, I was feeling' for you.

(Was you thinkin' of me, hey, hey?)

Hey, let's get a room, Shawty. We can freak something out if you're down.

(What would you do?)

Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you."

She sang the intro and began rapping the first verse.

"I bet they'll be like," I know he is tired of the nightlife.

He wants a wife; he's just looking' for the right type."

Yea, right, I'm bein' through the city lights.

My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint.

I'm chillin' with Brazilian women with heavy accents.

They black friends transliterated', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent

Have relations with them in many places.

Leavin' semen on their British faces

Make'em kiss their partners with it in their faces.

Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states

I got young ladies requests for What's Your Name on 50 stations."

She looked at me, smirking, giving me a little fuck me eyes, then shyly looked back at her cards, rapping the rest of the songs. "Alright, baby girl, whatchu got?" Unc asked her. Lil Mama stood up, slammed her cards on the table, and threw her head back, laughing and sticking her tongue out. I groaned watching her slide my money across the table, looking at Unc glare at Little Mama take his money.

A/N: *add cardi b laugh, with tongue out* 😂

She laughed and looked to the side, to Unc, trying not to smile at her. "Nah, you can have your money back. But I'm keeping the hat; they go well with my trainer Circuits." She said, as she handed him back his money. But she looked at me and smirked, putting my money in her back pocket. "But you are not getting this back." She said, winking at me. I clenched the side of my jaw. Little Mama, you better be lucky we are in front of my uncle right now.

Int'l Player's Anthem: UGK, Outcast

Another song came on, and she sat back in the seat, quietly rapping the lyrics.

"So I typed a text to a girl I used to see.

Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I want to be

And I apologize if this message gets you down.

Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town.

And I hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smile.

Wetness all around me is true, but I'm no island."

"Your brother Lamar told Marc you didn't grow up here." Unc asked her. She gave him a small smile and looked down at her hands. "I grew up in Washington. We were homeless, living out of our car maybe... until I was 13... yeah, I was 13. That's when my dad got a job opportunity here in Philadelphia to work at a hospital. But even then, we were still living in our car when we moved up here. When we were in Washington, my mom and dad struggled a lot. But the main struggle was who was going to look after me and Lamar. Most of the time, my older sister and brother, Tisha and Ant, watched us while my mom and dad took morning and night classes." She said, looking him in the eyes, then looked back down at her cards.

"Sometimes I wondered where they got the money because, like I said, we were living out of our car." She said, chuckling. But I looked back down, frowning. Unc looked at her sympathetically and said, "You don't have to finish, baby girl." She shook her head and said, "No, it's ok. I want to. My mom tried to feed us every day, but sometimes we did and sometimes we didn't. But we didn't complain because we knew our situation. Well, me and Mar do, to a certain extent. Tisha and Ant still don't tell us what my mom and dad did to make money. I mean, it still boggles my mind that we live in the house we live in now." She frowned, crossing her arms, leaning back into the chair, staring down at the floor.

"Everyone has a story, and everyone has done some things we're not proud of." She said, lastly.

Damn, little Mama has been through some shit. I looked at her curiously as she turned to look at me with a blank face. She said everyone has done something we're not proud of, and I don't think that necessarily includes me. Because everything I've done I don't regret, does that mean she's done some really bad things? Lil Mama doesn't seem like the type to hurt anybody; she can fight and handle her own. Plus, she has a mouth on her, but I don't think she can do what I do.

She looked at the clock, and my eyes followed hers; the clock read 8:45. She stood up and smiled at Unc, sticking out her hand. "Well, it was nice meeting you...?" She trailed off the end sentence because Unc didn't tell her his name. He stood up and gave her a hug, which shocked me because my uncle doesn't hug anyone outside of family. "Rodney, you are welcome to come over anytime." She smiled and tried giving his hat back, but he shook his head and told her to keep it. She invited us over to her house tomorrow for dinner, and Unc said yes before I could say anything. I looked into little Mama's chocolate brown eyes, almost pleading with a small smile on her face.

''Ight, I'll be there." She gave me a big smile, kissing my cheek, and walked to the door, waving bye to Unc. Before I got out the door, Unc said, "Aye, I like her. Yo ass betta, keep her." I smirked and walked out the door.

Say it, Neyo.

I helped her get into the car, walked over to my side, and got in, starting the car. I pulled off, taking her back home. Lil Mama turned on the radio and instantly started singing. "I love this song." She said, smiling at me.

"Girl, why don't you

Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Say it, say it, say it.

Girl, why don't you

Tell me what you want from me.

Girl, won't you

Say it, say it, say it."

She sang the lyrics so fucking beautifully. This girl had the most perfect smile I've seen. She looked so sexy singing that I looked down at her lips. They were full and two-toned, but I promised myself I would behave and not kiss her.

I pulled up to her house and parked on the curb. I looked at the clock, and it said 9:06. The bridge of the song came on, and she looked at me with seductive eyes.

"Anything that you want, baby, tell me you want it.

I got it, babe.

(Baby, tell me what you want; I got it.)

No more hoping and wishing.

Name your position.

I got it, babe."

She leaned over the console and brushed her lips against mine. I felt my heart rate pick up. A girl ain't never had this effect on me; she had a nigga feeling nervous right now. When the hook came back on, she looked me in the eyes and sang to me.

"Boy, why don't you

Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Say it, say it, say it.

Boy, why don't you

Tell me what you want from me.

Girl, won't you

Say it, say it, say it."

My eyes bored into hers, but what she said next made me lose every restraint I had.

"Come here, Marcus."

I grabbed her throat and crashed my lips into hers. I groaned at how soft and juicy they were. She gripped the collar of my shirt and moaned. I unbuckled my seat belt, pulling her into my lap. I gripped her ass, and we moaned into each other's mouths. She tapped my shoulder, letting me know to stop. I pulled away, both of us breathing heavily, and we stared into each other's eyes.

"Sorry, I don't mean to do that." She said it quietly. I shook my head and softly gripped her chin. "It's alright, little mama. I liked it." I said, pecking her lips one more time.

I let her get off my lap and got out of the car. I opened her side for her. I helped her out and began walking her to her door. We walked up the steps to her door, and she turned around and smiled at me.

"Thanks for tonight. I had fun." I nodded and walked forward, closing the space between us. "Glad you enjoyed yourself." I said, cupping her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her one last time. But was stopped when the door opened.

It was her sister glaring at me with her arms folded. Lil Mama turned to look at her, only for her to point her finger into the house. She turned to look at me one last time and kissed my cheek again. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

I nodded and watched her walk into the house. "Bye, mama." She waved goodbye, walking away, and her sister gave me a head nod and closed the door.

I walked down the steps and walked to my car before looking back and thinking, ''damn what you're doing to me, little Mama's"

This Lucious uncle, Rodney

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paisholotus · 7 months

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Ch.3

Nalae's pov

Aaliya!" I yelled from inside my closet. She came into my room and sat on my bed, on the clothes that I had thrown off the hangers. I blew out an irritated breath as I threw another outfit on the floor.

"Damn, you sprung already?" Aaliya said, laughing. I turned around and glared at her, flipping her off. Today was my date with Lucious, and I was kind of nervous. He came over here again yesterday, and I told him that I'd go out with him. But I'm not sure why I can't find anything TO FUCKING WEAR!

"Ight, what's the problem, boo?" I huffed, plopping on the bed face down. "I can't find anything to wear, and I'm honestly nervous about this date. I ain't never been on a date before, and he looks like the type to play with my feelings." I said, sounding a little stressed out.

She rubbed my back soothingly as I played with my comforter. "Mar told me about how he is with women. He basically called him a hoe. " We both laughed as I got back up and walked over to my closet. "He also told me he treats the women he sleeps with like shit. Like they nothing." I said, sadly. I crossed my arms, looking down at the floor.

Aaliya pouted, going to pick up my clothes off the floor and putting them on the bed. "But Mar told me that he said that he was actually interested in me. And he has been nice to me." I told her.

"You do whatever feels right. You're young, and rejection is part of life, so if he ends up dumping you, that's his loss. Plus, we'll get Ant and Tisha to beat his ass." Aaliya said, smiling at me.

"Thanks, Liya. Now help me find something to wear." I said this as she got up and walked over to the closet.

She went and picked out an outfit, and it looked good. It was long black jeans, a cream-colored cropped long-sleeve shirt, and Chuck Taylor high tops. With a black bag and gold accessories.

Her outfit & hair

"You look so cute. It definitely suits you." She said it cheerfully. "Let's do your hair." She said, rushing me into the bathroom. "I want it in its natural state. So, just pin it up and let some hang." I said, fixing a half-up, half-down style. I did a natural makeup look, adding clear lip gloss and my nameplate necklace with my gold cross necklace.

"NaNa! He here!" Tisha yelled from downstairs. I checked myself in the mirror. I felt a little anxious, but I'll be okay. "OK, I'm ready." I said it quietly.

-Time Skip-

Lucious pov

I knocked on the door, and this tall ass girl opened the door. She glared at me, folding her arms. She did look slightly intimidating, but I just smiled at her. I'm trying to be on my best behavior. The thing I've noticed is that they may live in this white-collar neighborhood, but it's like that didn't phase them. Nalae acted like she was born in the hood; they all did. Mar did say they weren't born here, but he looked like he didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't press him.

"So, you, the little boy, that's taking my sister out?" I chuckled, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She stepped down the step, closing the door, so it's just me and her. I raised my eyebrow, looking at her questionably. What you're going to give me is "if you hurt my sister, imma beat your ass" talks nevertheless, I stared at her blankly, waiting for her to say something.

She got in my face and gave me a harsh glare. "Let me tell you something; if you think you're going to hurt my sister, give her a few "oh, you're just different; you're the only girl I want" type shit. Your high-yella ass is sadly mistaken. Because Nae ain't like the other bitches you fuck and dip the next day. I know all about that shit because I fucking do it. With men and women, I know the fucking game! So let her come home crying and see what happens! IT WILL BE YOUR LAST MUTHERFUCKING BREATH YOU TAKE! She's too good to be walking around hea crying."

She finished with her face in mine, and her glare intensified, and with that, I knew she wasn't just making an empty threat. But I held my composure and silently nodded. She backed up and went back into the house, motioning for me to come in. This would have been the second time I've been in this house, and it was really nice. This time, I got a good look at everything. She stopped me at the steps and walked up them.

I took the time to look at the pictures on the walls; they had family portraits that showed them as a loving, happy family. I stared at a picture of what looked to be their mama. She was a dark-skinned woman with long, curly hair. She was smiling down at what looked to be Mar and Nalae. Then I looked beside her, and it was a man holding Mar and probably her other older brother. I felt a tinge of jealousy for them, if only...

I turned to see them walking down the stairs, with the older sister and Nae behind her. She wasn't wearing anything overly sexual; she had this type of innocence about her. I could tell she had a big heart; she had the brightest smile I've ever seen. She looked beautiful, but I wouldn't be me without looking at her ass. And Goddam, she was dragging that wagon. She had wide hips, a small waist, and a big ole ass.

She had my mouth watering, and I stood there drinking her in. And I smirked at her; she was making my dick rise a little. She looked me up and down, then looked away shyly. I walked up to her, grabbing her by the chin, making her look into my eyes. "You look beautiful, little mama." She bit her lip, staring into my eyes. I pulled her lip out with my thumb, "Let's not do that." I said, lowly brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

She smelled damn good. Like tropical scents with a little bit of coco butter. "Ight, enough with that. Make sure you have her home by 9. I don't care if school is out!" Her sister said, stopping Nae from speaking.

I nodded, grabbing Nae's hand and walking her out the door. I helped her down the steps and walked her to my car. "AND YOU BETTA KEEP YOUR LIPS TO YO SELF!" Her sister yelled out the door. I chuckled, looking at Nalae groan in embarrassment.

I opened the door and helped her get in. She picked up the flowers that were on the dashboard and looked at me, smiling softly. "Did you get these for me?" She asked. I looked at her and gave her a half-smile. I ain't never brought no flowers for no girl. So that lets me know there's something special about her. Hopefully, this night goes well.

"Well, who else could they be for?" I asked her. She raised a brow at me and laughed, smelling them. "Ion know. You probably give flowers to all the girls. Just to get in their drawls." She said, smartly. I shook my head and started the car. "Nah, they for you. I've never brought a girl flowers. I never felt the need to, but I was told you liked those kinds, so I got them for you. And as for getting into your drawls, Ion want to pressure you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. I want to get into here." I said, pointing my finger against her head, having her swatted my hand away laughing.

"Mmhm, yeah, well, thank you for the flowers." She said it quietly. Going back to smell them. "Where we going?" She asked. I gave her a boyish smile and said, "It's a surprise. Just sit back and ride." She nodded and looked out the window with a small smile on her face.

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