I walked over to her, stood directly in front of her, and I looked down into her big eyes.
“You obviously not fuckin scared though. If you keep dodging death every time you get around me, most people would have ran in a totally opposite direction. You keep running with me. Headfirst, right towards the fuckin danger. You like being around me,” I called her out, and as if I was capping, and just talking out of the side of my neck, she rolled her eyes again.
“You that gangsta that you can’t tell me that you like being around me?” I wanted to know.
“I’m around you because your putting me in a position to make money,” she said, feeling like she just cleared some shit by saying that.
“It’s a million ways you can get money in Miami, baby. You just like being around daddy. That’s all,” I voiced, and she snarled like there wasn’t any truth to what I was saying. I laughed at that shit, while shaking my head.
“I keep money stashed at the warehouse. After this meeting, I got you with a little something. You could have folded in that passenger seat, and bitched up, but you thugged that shit out with me. You gave me a heads up too. You ain’t just let me walk into that jungle without giving me some kind of warning, and I fuck with that. I’m gangsta, but I ain’t too gangsta to thank you for looking out. Your only job wasn’t to just sit pretty in the passenger seat with me. You sat pretty, gave me a warning, and you bust your gun with me. I like that,” I told her some real shit.
She stood her ass there, fighting like a motha fucka to keep that smile to herself. She never released it, but I knew she wanted to.
I had to call a crew to come down here and clean up my men’s bodies. I couldn’t leave them out here like their lives didn’t mean shit. A few of these dudes have been putting work in for me for a little minute, and just out of the genuine love that I have for them, I had to call up the cleanup crew to pick them up off this concrete. It was fucked up, but this was the risk you take whenyou sign up to be a dope boy. Every day is a gamble with your life. Shit, I almost lost my life a few minutes ago. This wasn’t the first shoot out that I’ve been involved in, and knowing the way that I was living, and moving, I knew that it wouldn’t be the last.
I made it back over to the car, and I didn’t pull off until the crew arrived. It sucked when I had to go around, pointing out each man that I needed them to pick up. Seven of my men lost their lives tonight.
Once they were all picked up, that’s when I walked away, getting in my car, so that I could head out. I would deal with those bodies later. I had to deal with the families, sending them some money, so that they could handle the funeral cost. This wasn’t my first time having to do this, and I knew that it wouldn’t be the last.
Riot, and I rode silently in the car. She was leaned back in her seat, staring ahead of her.
True to my word, I pulled up to my boy’s body shop that was down the street. His name was Kent, and he could make the ugliest of cars look brand new. I’ve done a lot of business with Kent over the years because this wasn’t my first time having to bring him a car of mine that had gone through war. Shit, he just had my car after it sustained bullets at the listening party.
He was going to have my car for a couple of weeks, getting me together, so I was going to have to pick me up some fly shit in the meantime. As far as tonight, I was going to ride in whatever he had available because I needed to get to this meeting, round my niggas up, and let them know what happened tonight, and where we planned to go from here.
“It’s a restroom in there? I have to pee,” Riot let me know the second that I parked the car.
I parked right in front of the custom garages that Kent worked out of. Even though it was late at night, Kent was outhere with about three of his workers. They had music playing, as each of them were working on their own car.
“Yeah. It’s one inside. Come on,” I let her know.
I stepped out of the car, and Riot got out on her side as well. As I was circling around the car, so that I could get to her, Kent was walking over to us. Big, buff nigga with long dreads in his hair. Since he was working right now, he had his dreads pulled up, and it was covered by one of those oversized dread caps, that was hiding his hair. His shirt was off, so you could see the muscle, and the tattoos that he had.
As he approached us, there was a smile on his face, happy to see me because he knew my business was always good, and I tipped him more than enough. That smile got even bigger when he looked over and saw that I had someone standing with me. His eyes looked Riot up, and down, and you could tell that he was infatuated with what he saw. That shit was all in that nigga’s eyes. He stared at her for a few seconds more, and then made it over to me, reaching his hand out, so that we could lock hands in a quick dap.
“Dolo, what’s good with you nigga? Who the fuck just finished shooting at you? Some niggas from Iran?” he asked, trying to be funny.
I laughed while shaking my head at him.
“Nah. Dem 9 boyz. You know them niggas not going to rest until they kill my ass,” I told him, and at the same time, I turned to look at Riot, and she had this look in her eyes, as if she was telling me to hurry up because she needed to pee.
“You still beefing with them niggas? I thought shit had gotten a little quiet between ya’ll?” he inquired.
“Shit, I did too. Kent, she gotta use the restroom. It’s cool for her to go in?” I asked him, and that’s when his eyes went for Riot again, and that same lustful look that he had in his eyes when he approached us was there all over again.
“Yeah man. It’s cool. You know where it’s at. Take her back there,” he said, and I put my hand on the small of Riot’s back, just so I could lead her.
We walked inside the storefront area, and as soon as we made that first right, the women’s restroom was right there.
“You good?” I asked, just wanting to make sure that she was straight before I walked away, going to let her have her privacy.
“Yeah. You don’t have to wait out here for me,” she told me, and I laughed.
“What? You gotta shit or something?” I asked.
“I don’t. I just don’t need you to stand outside of the door while I handle my business,” she snapped.
“Yeah alright. Handle your business,” I let her know, and I didn’t walk away until she went inside.
