I went back out where Kent was. He was circling my car with his workers, and each of them were stunned as they were looking at the condition of my car. I barely wanted to look at the shit myself because my car was my baby. I This was a different type of pain to see it shot up like this.
“Damn. Nigga, you blessed to be alive. Shorty was in the car with you? They shot up her side too,” Kent expressed, once I came over, and I stood next to him.
“She was in there with me, busting her shit too. Don’t let her little ass body fool you. Kent, she dangerous. She get down too,” I let him know, and like that was gangsta to him, he smiled.
“She pretty as fuck. Who is that? That’s you? Because if it’s not, let me do me,” he voiced, and whatever smile had been on my face, that shit was quickly removed.
“That ain’t me. It just ain’t me yet though, so chill out. When I ever came to your spot with a female? That should tell you something right there,” I let him know, and he threw his hands up, as if he didn’t want any smoke with me.
“I need some quick shit just for tonight. I need to make a trip to my warehouse. You got something available for me?” I wanted to know.
“I have a few compact cars. Nothing crazy,” he told me.
“Shit, I’ll take whatever you got,” I responded, and at the same time, Riot was coming from the back.
Her eyes scanned the garage where we were standing, as if she was looking for me, and the second her eyes landed on me, it’s almost like you could see that she was relieved. She could play all that tough ass shit, but I knew she was feeling me. It was obvious that she enjoyed being around me, but I knew that she wasn’t going to speak on it.
“Let me get the keys out the back,” Kent let me know, and then he disappeared.
Riot came over, and she stood on the side of me. Instead of putting her hands in her pockets, she chose to put them in front of her, folding them at her chest. I asked her again if she was cool, and she told me that she was. I kept asking her that shit because I knew that shoot out that happened was drastic, and I just wanted to make sure that she was okay. I knew money wasn’t going to take the night back that we just had, but I was serious when I told her that I was going to put some money in her hands tonight when we got to the warehouse.
This shit could have ended drastically tonight. One trip in the car with me could have costed her life. Reasons like this, knowing how dangerous my life was, was the reason why I refused to ever settle down, and bring kids into this world. I felt like that would be selfish on my end, especially when it came to the kids part. I’ll be dead ass wrong to bring innocent kids into my dangerous lifestyle.
A bitch never came at me with a pregnancy scare. I strap up, and even with the condom on, I don’t nut in pussy. I bring my own condoms to the table, and I toss that motha fucka out whenI was finished. As much as I loved pussy, I’ve never been so crazy about it that I would take the condom off. I had maturity when it came to that shit.
“I got you with the Chevy Trailblazer. Hopefully niggas won’t know that’s you, so that they don’t shoot this one up. Give me about a week and a half to work on your car though. You know I’ll hit you when it’s ready,” Kent said, walking over to me, and putting the keys in my hands.
“Thanks, bruh. I appreciate that,” I let him know, sticking my hand out for one last pound, and then I walked away with Riot.
The trailblazer was all- black, and the second I got Riot’s door open, so that she could sit, it had that new car smell to it. She stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her.
I quickly went over to the driver’s side, got in, and I turned the car on. On the dashboard, I could see that the car had less than one hundred miles on it, letting me know that it was brand new, just as I suspected it to be. I adjusted my seat the way I liked it, leaning it all the way back, fixed the mirrors, and once everything was to my liking, I pulled out of the lot. My warehouse wasn’t that far from here, so on the way, I made small talk with Riot, just making sure again that she was fine, and she kept assuring me that she was.
We eventually pulled up to the warehouse, and it was flooded with cars. Kendrick knew not to try me. Even in the middle of some pussy, I see that he used his brain to get the word out and let my men know that I needed each and every one of them at the warehouse.
I pulled the car up, parking in the grass, and I shut it off. I noticed that Riot didn’t attempt to move, so I turned to look at her, just to see what was going on.
“What happened? You not going to get out?” I wanted to know.
“Should I? I’m not officially apart of the organization yet. I’m sure some of your men are going to be questioning why I’m sitting in on this important meeting,” she responded, and I pulled one of her moves, which was looking at her like she was crazy.
“A nigga going to question my shit on why I got you here with me? I don’t answer to these niggas, baby. I can bring you wherever the fuck I want to bring you. You just bust your gun with me. You helped me count money earlier with your bare hands. You just as a part of this organization as the rest of these niggas in here. Come on. Stay right there. I’ll come on your side to open the door,” I said, and she dropped it, not saying anything else after that.
I went over to her side, just like I told her I would, and I opened the door. Once she was out, I closed it, and I led the way. She was right on the side of me though.
I went over to the warehouse doors, where I keyed in the code, allowing the heavy metal doors to open, and I stood out of the way, so that Riot could walk in first. Nobody was hanging out in the front room, so I went to the back, where I would usually conduct meetings. Every man that moved work for me was camped out in here. The women that worked at the trap houses, cooking up for me, were in here as well.
All eyes turned around to look at me, but when I walked in this bitch with Riot, you could really tell that niggas was confused, and wondering what the fuck I had going on, especially since I wasn’t the type to move like this. I didn’t bring bitches where I did my dirty work. If Riot was just a girl that I was talking to, getting to know and shit, I would never have brought her down here, but since she was going to be moving the dope with us, and was a part of the organization, that’s the only reason she was with me.
So many women would have lacked confidence if I put them in a position to walk in a room like this with all these dope boys, and killers. Not her though. Her game face never changed. If anything, she just didn’t know what her next move should be, especially since all the seats were taken. She turned around, so that she could look at me, and without even having to say it, she questioned me with her eyes, basically asking me where she should sit.
“Go up front. I got you,” I let her know, putting my hand on her lower back again, so that she could hurry up and walk.
She did just that, and once we got to the front row, one of the corner boys that worked another block for me was sitting at the end of the row. I quickly tapped him on his shoulder.
“Ay bruh. Post up against the wall. Let her sit down,” I ordered, and without having to repeat myself, he quickly got up, so that Riot could sit, and he posted against the wall with the rest of the men that didn’t have a seat.
Riot sat, and once I was sure she was good, that’s when I took to the front of the room, where Kendrick, Bray, and Mook were already posted up. Each of them had a questioning look in their eyes, wanting to know why I’d walked in here with Riot. They knew that now wasn’t the time to ask, so they didn’t.
