“I try some funny shit, Dolo going to kill me too, so I guess I would have to die twice in one night, huh?” he asked me, and hearing him say that eased my mind a little bit, so I was able to get inside the truck, and I sat on the end.
Before he pulled off, he looked back, made sure I was good, asked me if I needed him to adjust the air or anything, and once I assured him that I was fine, he pulled out.
He drove with his left hand, and with his right hand, I watched him as he picked his phone up that was in the middle console, and because I had perfect vision, I was able to see when he unlocked the phone, maneuvered around until he got to Dolo’s contact, and he sent him a message. He texted the words, ‘I got her’.
Dolo immediately texted him back, and I could see where he texted…‘Aight. Drive safe while you got her in the back with you. I would hate to have to kill your ass’. I’m not sure if I was crazy, or I just didn’t know the things that I was supposed to like and not like when it came to men, but I likedthat. I liked that Dolo was making it clear to this man that he would kill his ass if he put me in harm’s way.
The entire car ride was a quiet one. Mitch never said anything to me, and I never said anything to him. If anything, I just sat back, taking the scenery in, trying to get a feel of where we were, and the direction that I felt like he was taking me in.
We were driving for a little minute, until we eventually landed in Little Havana. I didn’t know much about this area. The thing that I did know was basic stuff, like it was typically a quiet area. We pulled up to these older apartment and duplex buildings. It seemed quiet, but with the right amount of busy because there were enough cars that were parked in the parking lot, so you could tell that a good number of people lived here.
I thought that Mitch was going to just park the car, and tell me to get out, but he parked the car, got out, and I got out as well. It was dark out, with minimal lighting out here. He led the way, taking me over to a set of stairs, and we took them up together, going up to the second floor.
We made it in front of an apartment door, and the number read, ‘2345’. It was quiet on the inside. You didn’t hear loud noise, music, talking, none of those things. Mitch knocked on the door, and less than a second later, someone came and opened it. I immediately recognized the dude that opened the door. I knew he was one of Dolo’s home boys. His name was Mook. He looked me up and down with a smile on his face, and he reached his hand out for Mitch, so that the two of them could slap it up with each other.
“Dolo told me that you were coming, but I thought the nigga was lying. How you doing?” he asked, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
I didn’t shake it because we were literally inside of a stash spot, and there’s no telling the shit this nigga has been touching, so I kept my hands at my side, nodding my head at him.
“Hey,” was all I said to him, and when I declined his handshake, Mitch laughed.
“She a tough one,” Mitch said to Mook, who laughed it off.
He stepped to the side, so that he could allow the two of us to get inside of the apartment.
The inside of this spot looked like something straight out of one of those drug dealing movies. When I turned my head to the left, that’s where the kitchen was, and there were three women in there, butt naked, and they were standing over the stove, cooking up dope. They were so locked in with what they were doing that they never turned around to see when I walked in.
Two other women were sitting at a small table that was near the kitchen, and they were sorting through product. Mook went over to the couch, and he flopped down. His position at this stash house tonight was probably to look after the girls. All kinds of thoughts started filling my mind. I started thinking if Dolo thought that I was going to be walking around here without any clothes on, cooking up dope for him like the rest of the girls here were doing.
Before I could even question where he was, I could feel a presence coming from the back room, and it was him.
Dolo was dressed in all black, just like Mitch and Mook. He swaggered over, slapped hands with Mitch, but while he was doing that, he had his eyes on me the entire time.
“I appreciate it. You can go down to the other spot. I’ll be over there later tonight,” Dolo said to Mitch, and he nodded, and walked out.
“Come on. Let me talk to you in the back,” Dolo said to me.
He led the way, and I followed behind him. He took me to a back room, where I expected other people to be, but it was just the two of us. There were a couple of tables in here, and black duffle bags sat on two of the tables. One table had a bunch of money. Some were wrapped up in rubber bands, while somewere just laid out, and I knew that it was in the process of being counted. I’m sure that’s what he was back here doing before he came out front.
“I don’t know if the plan is for me to get naked, and go out there, and do what you have those other girls doing, but I’m not doing that. Just figured that I get that off my chest first,” I let him know.
“You could have kept that to yourself, love. With the conversation that we had last night, anywhere in that conversation did I tell you that you were going to have to walk around with your pussy, and titties out? I know the role that you played with Gold, so that’s what I’m going to allow you to do here. Don’t worry. Nobody is in a rush to see your little ass body. Come on. I’m counting up. You can help me finish doing this. I gotta do a couple of pickups, and drop offs, and I’ll let you slide with me, just so you can get a feel of how this shit works,” he said to me.
I wanted to make a comment so bad on the shit that he said about him not wanting to see my little ass body, but I kept it to myself. I was trying to teach myself that everything didn’t always warrant a comeback.
I took a seat down at the table, where the money was, and Dolo came over, taking a seat next to me. He moved a pile of money my way, so that I could count it. From what I could tell, he was just like Gold when it came to counting money. Gold didn’t believe in money counters. Gold would have us count that shit with our bare hands, and from the looks of things, Dolo was doing the same thing.
He had about three phones sitting on the table, and each of them were face down. Because he had on a black tee, I could see both sleeves of tattoos that he had. I hated that I found myself stealing glances at him, but the Prada prescription glasses that he wore looked so good on him. It wasn’t often that you wouldsee a thugged out nigga having to wear glasses. You could tell that he really needed his glasses too because each time that I’ve ran into him, he’s always had them on.
“What you did all day?” Dolo asked me, after we’ve been sitting in silence for about ten minutes.
We would count the money and put it in rubber bands each time that we got to ten thousand.
“I’m court ordered to take anger management classes, so I’ve been calling around trying to find a class. A lot of them were booked. I was able to find one, so I’m going out there tomorrow morning, so that I can meet with the instructor,” I shared with him, and that’s when he took his eyes off the money that was in his hands, and he put them on me.
“I heard about that shit that happened with you and ol’ girl at the club. Every time I hear the story, I feel like I get a different version though. What’s your version? What really happened that night? Did you already know her prior to that incident?” he asked, firing off question after question.
I usually didn’t like talking about that incident. When I’m forced to speak on it, it takes me back to that night. That night changed my life, taking away a whole year from me. To tell you the truth, I don’t know if I would have reacted differently if I knew that this would have been the outcome, and that’s the sad part. I probably wouldn’t have beat her ass to the extent that I did, but I would have still laid hands on that hoe.
