“Blue, how the hell did your ass get out of that back door? I should beat your ass. Get your ass in this fuckin house! Out here scaring this damn girl!” the owner of the dog finally made her way from the back.
I don’t even know where she came from. It was dark out, and it’s as if she just blended into the shadows, coming from nowhere.
“He not bothering nobody, Tima. Her ass just being scary as fuck. I should drop your ass,” Dolo taunted, acting as if he was getting ready to put me down, only causing me to scream even louder, and I pulled on the neckline of the shirt that he was wearing, stretching it.
“Dolo, stop it. Leave that damn girl alone. You know everybody don’t like dogs. Get your ass over here, Blue,” she fussed at the dog again, and he happily took his ass over to her, after scaring the shit out of me.
I kept my eyes on the dog until I no longer saw him, and that’s when I got down from Dolo’s arms. I was so fuckin embarrassed. So much so that I started walking ahead of him, and I could hear him behind me laughing.
“You think you so gangsta, but your tough ass scared of a dog. This the second time I saved your life, and I didn’t get a thank you,” he fucked with me, coming on the side of me.
I ignored him, walking fast, trying to get to the parking lot, just in case that dog got out again, and he came running over here in our direction.
Dolo reached his hand over, putting it on my chest, as if he wanted to see how fast my heart was beating. Before he could even do that though, I knocked his hand out of the way.
“That dog really shook you up like that? Why you scared of dogs? Most people like them,” he spilled.
“Well, I’m not most people!” I snapped.
“Obviously! Why don’t you like them though?” he still wanted to know.
“I’m not telling you. You’re playing on my fears, and I don’t like that. I just got the shit scared out of me, and your laughing at me!” I yelled at him.
As confident as I was, I just hated being embarrassed, and I didn’t like to be the butt of a joke. When Dolo heard how serious I was, that’s when all the laughing came to an end, and he jumped in front of me, blocking my path, and a serious look appeared on his face.
“I ain’t playing on your fears. I’m the last one to ever do some shit like that. That’s corny to me. That shit just took me off guard because I didn’t expect you to be afraid of dogs. Blue a cool dog. His bitch ass soft as fuck, and he not going to bust a grape. Whatever fears you do have, toss them bitches out the window when you get around me. Ain’t shit going to happen to you while I’m around. You know that too, which is exactly why you jumped on me when Blue came running our way,” his tone was serious, and it held a lot of power to it.
After he made that clear, he dropped it, and he moved out of the way, so that we could finish walking to his car. I didn’t have a clue what was up ahead of us, but I was riding. Even though his ass just annoyed the living shit out of me for laughing at me, I still didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to comb the streets with him and see what else was in store for the rest of the night.
Chapter 11
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
The day had been going smooth. We had a drop early this morning that went as planned, and I had been very hands on all day, checking in on traps, looking at numbers, and after all the running around that I did today, I was able to end the night off at one of my stash houses, where I did a money count with Riot. Its crazy because usually when I did money counts, I liked to do that alone, in silence, so that I could make sure I wasn’t fuckin my own count up. She wasn’t even the one that was doing all the talking. It was me, shooting out question after question every five minutes, just trying to get a feel for her. Yeah, there was a part of me that just genuinely wanted to know more about her, but then there was another part that was feeling her out because I was getting ready to add her in with my troops.
I wanted to make sure that I was putting someone on that was legit, and that I wasn’t just offering this position to her because I felt bad about the way Gold let her go.
For a minute, it felt like I was pulling teeth trying to talk to Riot. That’s how it felt that night at the beach, too. She was trying to act all tough, as if I was annoying her with all the questions, but I knew she loved that shit. I had her ass right where the fuck she wanted to be, and with a bullet to her head,that probably wouldn’t have been enough to get her to leave the stash house.
Everything had been going good. We had just finished the money count, and I was about to head to the spot to drop it off. One of my corner boys hit me, telling me that some niggas from dem 9 boyz pulled up to a corner that they knew I ran, and them niggas were out there trying to make serves. At this point, I knew that shit was being done to poke the bear. They had to know that it was going to be some consequences for that. They had to know that I was the pettiest nigga alive, and that me, and my crew were the last niggas that you wanted to go to war with. I’ll do some disrespectful shit like set up shop in a nigga’s grandma’s house. Knowing how low I’ll stoop, I have no understanding why them bitch ass niggas continued to try me the way that they did.
I was driving fast, oozing in and out of traffic with Riot in the passenger seat. Most females would have been sitting in the passenger seat scared out of their mind, but not her. She had this look on her face, as if she was anxious for us to get there. I was about five minutes away, and I kept stealing glances at her, just to make sure that her ass wasn’t getting scared. She wasn’t. She was ready.
“Where we going?” she eventually asked me.
“You don’t think it’s a little late to be asking that? You already in the car with me. You can’t turn back now,” I let her know.
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. I just genuinely want to know where we going,” she released.
“I gotta pull up to one of my corners right quick. Some niggas there that’s not supposed to be,” I shared, keeping it simple.
“That’s one of your popular corners?” she inquired.
“Yeah. It makes a lot of noise. Niggas know that’s my turf,” I responded.
“Then that shit sounds like a fuckin set up,” she responded, and that’s when I took my eyes off the road for a second, so that I could look down at her.
“A set up how? The niggas that’s on that corner, we already beefing with them, but shit been quiet lately. They tried to size me up a little bit the other night at that listening party, but they never acted on it. They still trying to get me to take it there with them,” I let her know because I knew that she didn’t know the specifics of the beef.
