I didn’t have to look back at him to see if I had him shook. I knew I did.
The shit that just happened blew me, so I was calling it a night tonight. Mitch was already parked out front waiting for me, so I went over to his car, asking him if he’d take me home now. Dolo had basically made Mitch my personal driver. I liked Mitch. He was cool. I didn’t look at him and see a snake the way that I would with Mook. Mook was the only one that I felt that way about. I got the chance to meet Dolo’s brother Diego, last month, and I didn’t feel that way about him, Bray, or Kendrick. Just Mook.
During the ride home, I was quiet. I kept thinking about the shit that just happened out back at the warehouse. Another situation that I’ve dodged death. I also thought about the shit that Mook said to me about Dolo. The two man that he claimed they went on the other day. If you didn’t know what a two man was, it’s basically when two men will pull up on two bitches, and they’ll fuck, more than likely. Hearing that I was just another bitch that he was entertaining did piss me off a little bit, but I wasn’t shocked. I knew the kind of nigga Dolo was. I knew he had hoes. I guess a bitch just didn’t care to hear about it.
I eventually pulled up to the townhouse, and Ari’s car wasn’t in the driveway because she was working as usual. I thanked Mitch for the ride, as I always did, and he didn’t pull off until I was in the house. My shoes had blood on them, so I took them off outside of the door, and I held them in my hands as I walked through the house.
I found a grocery bag that was stored underneath the kitchen cabinet, stuffed my shoes in there, and I placed the bag in the kitchen trash. I took the trash out, taking it outside in the trash that we kept out back, and once that was done, I placed a new bag in the kitchen trash.
I felt dirty, so I went upstairs, so that I could shower, and wash my hair. I scrubbed my hands to the point that my hands felt numb. A nigga’s blood was on me, and I didn’t like that feeling. I did a good wash of my hair, and once I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my body, and another one around my head.
It didn’t take me long to brush my teeth and quickly wash my face. I was tired, and ready to get in bed. Once in the room, I applied lotion to my skin, threw on a tank top, and some pajama bottoms. The flow of my period was heavy, so I made sure to put on a maxi pad tonight.
I tossed my towels in the dirty clothes bin, and as I was walking over to my bed, I saw that Dolo was facetiming me. I didn’t answer the call, and once it stopped ringing, I saw that I had five missed calls from him.
I was in my feelings. I can’t even lie, I felt like I was deep in my bag right now of being a girl and feeling the motions that a nigga will put you through. I liked Dolo, and hearing that he was out here fuckin other hoes put me in a fucked up mood. He called again and knowing that I had to put personal feelings to the side because this might be business related, I decided that I was going to answer the facetime call.
When I answered, his handsome face appeared on the screen, and judging from his background, I could tell he was outside. It was dark out. His glasses were on his face, as he examined my face. It’s as if he was looking for something. I’m sure he was made aware of what happened outside of the warehouse, and that’s probably why he’d called me so many times.
“A nigga came out back at the warehouse, and put his motha fuckin hands on you, and you ain’t call me? What the fuck you got going on, Riot?” you could hear it in his voice that he was angry with this situation.
“Yeah, and we’ll never fuckin know how he got back there, or why he came for me because your stupid ass friend killed him before he got the chance to say it. You can’t just walk to the back of that warehouse like that, Dolo! You know that. That nigga came out of nowhere. That’s suspicious as fuck to me!” I screamed at him, completely out of my body right now. I was pissed.
“It is suspicious, baby. I swear to God it is but let me handle the shit that I gotta handle in L.A and when I get back tomorrow, I’ll get to the bottom of it, aight? Calm down with me gangsta. I’m calling you to fix the problem. Not to create one with you,” his voice was calm, and soothing, so it did help to bring me down a little bit.
I propped the phone up on a pillow in front of me, and I sat back, putting my back against the headboard, just getting lost in my thoughts.
“Why Mook had to shoot him? Where your shit was at? You didn’t have it on you?” he wanted to know.
“I was running behind when Mitch picked me up. Moving so fast that I left out of the house without my gun. Luckily, when I went out back to take a break, I had a box cutter in my pocket. Even if I did have my gun on me Dominique, I wouldn’t havekilled him until I got a confession out of him. I’ll just talk to you tomorrow. I’m in a fucked up mood,” I couldn’t hide how I was feeling.
Looking at his face, I liked him so much, and all I could think about was the hoes he was fuckin. That shit had my heart hurting.
“I’m standing at the port. We about to get to the bottom of this supply chain issue. I got all night, baby. What else got you in a fucked up mood besides the shit that happened at the warehouse?” he wanted to know.
I sighed, wondering if I should be honest, and tell him what Mook told me.Fuck it. I felt like tonight couldn’t get any worse than it already was.
“You went on a two man the other night with Mook?” I went ahead and asked, and when I did, he looked at me like I was crazy.
“What? What the fuck! Hell nah. I was with Mook the other night, and some lil shit that he dealing with hit him up to pull up on her. He told her that he was with me, and she wanted me to come along because she had a friend for me, but I didn’t go. On everything I love, I didn’t go with that nigga to go fuck. He did that shit on his own. Mook told you that?” he asked me, and I just nodded my head.
“Ima call him as soon as I get off the phone with you and check his ass. I’ll even add you to the call. I ain’t fuck that girl,” he looked me in my eyes as he said it, and I believed him.
“What about other bitches? Have you been fuckin other bitches?” I went ahead and asked, knowing that I was going to get my feelings hurt.
“I’m wrong if I have? Riot, I’m single,” he said, and it felt like someone had stuck a knife in my heart, and twisted it around, slowly killing me.
I’ve been through so much shit in life, that I felt like it made me numb in the feelings department, but I can’t lie, that shit hurt my little feelings. Granted, I already knew that Dolo was moving around, doing his thing, but it was a painful thing to actually hear it.
“Alright. I’ll just see you when you make it back,” I had to hang the phone up on him because when I said that, my voice cracked.
This feeling that I felt, I never felt this shit before. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and I tried to play it off, and act like everything was cool, but I broke down crying. You had to know that I was hurt behind this shit because I only cried like this when I started missing my brother, or my dad.
As if someone was in here with me, and they could see the way that I was breaking down, I quickly snapped out of it, dried my tears, and I got myself together. Dolo was nonstop calling me back. I ended up turning my phone off for the night, turning the light off in the room, and with severe cramps, a severe headache, and heartache, I took my ass to bed.
Chapter 16
Uzi Reaves
