Plus, when he said it, he avoided eye contact with me as well, so I rounded the corner, wanting to plant myself right in front of him, keeping a steady gaze on him, and I wanted him to be able to do the same with me.
“Your lying, and I just don’t understand why. Was it her that was in the car with you or not?” I just genuinely wanted to know. He was being all secretive, like I was working with the feds or some shit.
“Yeah. Damn. Take your ass upstairs with your kids. I came over here to talk to my cousin,” Dolo said it in a playful way, but I knew that he was being dead ass serious.
I mushed him, and before I could walk away from him, my husband pulled me down into his lap. He had one arm wrapped around our son, and with his free hand, he used it to place it on the small of my back.
“Nobody answered my question. Who is Riot? Why I never heard of her before?” Loco was still confused, not knowing what was going on.
“I just told you who she is, bae. She’s one of the young girls that’s a part of my program. She in the streets. Benelli said that she used to move weight for Gold. That girl only been home for a few weeks. How you put her on with you already? You knew her prior or you two just met?” I had so many questions for Dolo because I was trying to make this all make sense.
“Nah. I didn’t know who she was. My boys had to tell me a little bit about her. Her mugshot picture went viral while she was locked up, so once they showed me the picture, I just knew her from that, but not on a personal level. I know her cousin though. She got an older cousin named Ari. She a bottle girl, and she always makes sure that me, and my niggas good when we’re at the club. I put her on because I ran into her a few days ago at the beach. It was nighttime, and she was out there getting her mind right. I could tell she was in a fucked up mood, so I had to pull teeth to get it out of her, and see what was wrong with her. She told me about Gold letting her go, so I offered her a position with me. She turned it down at first, but after a little convincing, I put her on with me,” he finished, and I nodded my head, and then Iturned to look at Loco, who had his eyes on Dolo, and by the way my husband was smiling, I knew that he was about to fuck with him.
“She must be fine. Ain’t no fuckin way you saw a woman in distress, that you don’t know shit about, and you brought her to the table to eat with you. Pull out a phone or something. Let me see what she look like. Go on social media, and pull her shit up,” Loco cracked, and Dolo sat his ass there smiling.
I didn’t have an issue with Loco sitting here, chastising his cousin, saying how another woman might be attractive. I swear, I was so sure of myself, that that kind of stuff didn’t bother me. I had a husband that tells me every day of the week how much of a bad bitch that I was, so my self- esteem was through the roof. Some might even say that I was cocky, or arrogant, and it wasn’t too far from the truth.
“She not on social media. I already looked her up. Plus, when I saw her cousin at the club the other day, I asked her about that, and she told me that Riot doesn’t have social media. All the shit that the other girls do, Loco, she don’t do that shit. You’ll look at her, and probably think that she’s quiet, and innocent, but the second she open her mouth, she a lil firecracker. She know how to hold her own too,” Dolo went on, and I was able to nod my head in agreeance from the little bit that I’ve known about her, and what I’ve got to witness.
“She got into a fight with three girls this morning. We were out back shooting, and I guess she walked away to use the restroom or something. She came back, and one of the girls used her earmuffs. They exchanged words, and Riot was trying to drop the situation, but one of the girls kept talking shit, so she ran over there, and swung on them. Her little ass did damage to three women that got her by at least a hundred pounds each. I had to have a talk with her after. I’m worried about her temper. That shit going to be the death of her,” I went on to say.
“Uzi, who the fuck had a temper that was worse than yours? I feel like you didn’t calm down until you started having kids. How old is Riot?” Loco wanted to know.
“Yeah, but I didn’t give everything energy. Before I fought a bitch, I would let them know straight up that I would kill them. I didn’t give everything the attention that it deserved. Riot does, and that’s the part that scares me a little bit with her. She’s twenty-one,” I answered his question.
“She young. I wasn’t with you yet at twenty- one, but Uzi you was wild, man. I think you probably just seeing Riot, and the shit that she out here doing, and there’s this piece of you that feels like you gotta save her. Let her live life, and find out the good, and the bad on her own. Besides, she just got home, so I don’t think that she’s going to fuck off too much to the point that she’ll risk going back to jail. My question to you Dolo is what are you plans with her? Just business, or you plan on fuckin that girl? You got that goofy ass look on your face, and I already know what that shit means. I ain’t ever see you light up when you talked about a female before,” Loco switched his attention off me, so that he could put it on Dolo, who was still there with that goofy look on his face.
“I’m just chillin’ with her right now. I’m a hot, young nigga. You know I ain’t ready to do that settling down shit. Loco, I’m in my prime,” Dolo voiced.
“Shit, when I got with Uzi, I thought the same shit. Nigga, I was in my prime too. Mannnn, life was great. I had a high-rise condo, I was deep in the streets, had so many hoes that I had to put their numbers in my phone with their description because I couldn’t keep up. Look at me now. I’m in this bitch with four fuckin kids, and a wife,” Loco went on to say, and I shot him a look like I was seconds away from slapping him in his mouth.
“Oh, because I was waiting for the moment where you brought up your wife, and children. Make a bitch feel like youmiss the bachelor life. Give me my son, so I can put him in bed,” I said, attempting to stand up, but he chuckled, locking his hand firmly on my waist, not letting me move.
“You know fuckin well that I don’t miss shit about being a bachelor. I love the life that I live. I wouldn’t trade you, or my kids for nothing in the world,” he cleared that shit up quickly, right before leaning in, and he kissed me all over my neck, lips, and cheeks.
When he finished, I turned my head, so that I could look at lil Loco, but he was too busy with his dinner in front of him, his headphones on, and he was watching something on his iPad.
“My advice to you Dolo, and I’m going to leave it alone after this… if it’s going to be business with Riot, then keep it strictly business. If you going to make it pleasure between you two, then treat her right. She has that same look in her eyes that I sport, so I know for a fact that if you fuck around on her, she will kill your ass. Just make a smart decision with whatever you do,” I gave him a warning, so that if him and Riot did decide to take it there, and he fucked up, and he wondered why he was sent to an early grave, he could never fix his mouth and say that he wasn’t warned.
Chapter 14
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
“Look at you, man! Got a fuckin tan and shit. I see you. Handsome ass nigga!” I said to my little brother, happy as fuck to see him. He’s been gone, chilling out of the country with some fine shit that he was entertaining, so I haven’t seen him for a while.
My brother was four years younger than me, and ever since he came into this world, I’ve always been his protector. I didn’t play that shit when it came to Diego. I’ll make my gun sing at its loudest when it comes to him. Our pops taught us to be this way though. At a young age, he let us know that we were supposed to be our brother’s keeper, and that’s just the mindset that I would maneuver around in life.
Crazy because I didn’t want my brother to grow up and be a street nigga like me. I wanted one of us to take a better route. When Diego was in middle school, he used to love playing basketball, so I had it made up in my mind that he was going to go off, play college ball, and then go on to the NBA, but that wasn’t the route that he wanted. He looked up to me, wanting to do what I was doing, so the second he graduated high school, he came over and was put on with MBM. Granted, he was movingweight before that, but when our mama found out about him doing it in middle school, she beat the shit out of us so bad, that it scared him, and had him sitting down until he graduated high school.
“We were basically out in the sun all day. We did every excursion that you can think of. That shit was lit, man. I damn near didn’t want to come back home, but I understand that I gotta take care of business, and that it’s money to be made out here,” he voiced, standing up, just as tall as I was.
Diego and I were both the same height, but he was slimmer than me. I wasn’t too deep into my masculinity that I couldn’t admit to my little brother being handsome. I let him know any chance that I could that he was a handsome nigga. He was basically my twin. All the features I had, he had them as well. He didn’t wear glasses like I did though.
Our personalities were a little different from each other as well. Diego was wild. The type of wild where I would have to pull this nigga to the side from time to time, so that I could put my foot in his ass for fuckin up. He was only twenty-one, and Diego had already been exposed to making a lot of money. This nigga had the nice apartment, the finest hoes, jewelry, he drove a couple of nice cars, and sometimes, I felt like he got a little too cocky, feeling like the money was just falling from the tree, which would cause him to slack off, and I hated when he started moving like that, so I would quickly have to bring him back down to reality. Brother or not, I didn’t need a sloppy ass person working for me. I’ll let his ass go, just as I would the next man.
“You was gone for a lil minute. You made sure you packed enough condoms?” I asked, getting right to the point.
When I asked him that question, his goofy ass laughed, and I knew from that laugh that he was getting ready to let me in on some shit that I wasn’t going to agree with.
