Most of my men were out here fighting for their lives not to look at Riot. Probably thought that I was going to kill one ofthem for looking too hard because you could see the urgency in their eyes to not look for too long.
I walked over to the first sprinter with Riot, and because it was a high step to get up, I just placed my hands on her hips, lifted her, putting her inside, and she scooted over, so that I could sit next to her. Once I was in, Kendrick, Diego, and Bray came in, filling up the rows behind us, and a few other men joined as well. All the sprinters were loaded up, the drivers took their spots, and we pulled out, heading to the venue where Octavio was celebrating his birthday celebration.
“So, when everybody take a shot tonight, what you gone take a shot with?” I asked Riot, just to fuck with her, knowing that she didn’t drink.
“Water,” she responded.
“Why don’t you drink? I’m not peer pressuring you. I just want to know,” I said.
“It’s just not my thing. I had liquor before, and I didn’t like the taste of it. I only drink water. Hence the reason why my skin is so clear,” she said, and I laughed because she was going to always find a way to talk her shit.
We made small talk during the duration of the ride. Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the venue. It was a beach club venue, and I made a whistling noise once we pulled up because of all the luxury, and exotic cars that were lined up. No exaggeration, but from all the cars that I saw, in total, I know that shit was worth a few billion. You could smell the money out here, and we hadn’t even fully gotten out of the sprinter yet.
“Damn,” I heard Kendrick say from behind me, calling it just how I was seeing it.
The driver pulled the sprinter up front, and the rest of the sprinters followed suit. He eventually got out of the car, so that he could open the doors for us. I slid out first, and once Riot slid towards the end of the seat, I reached in, so that I couldlift her out. She fixed her dress up a little bit, and Kendrick and everyone started pouring out of the sprinter, along with the rest of the men from the other sprinters.
You could hear the loud music that was playing in the background. Upon entry, they had servers, that were passing out glasses of champagne. I took a glass, but I wasn’t surprised when Riot didn’t. This shit was packed with fire dancers, multiple DJ’s because this outside area was so fuckin big, and candles just about everywhere. Security was swamped in this bitch, walking around with big ass AK’s strapped to them, ready to air some shit out if it got out of line.
We made it to the actual beach venue, and they had this shit set up like a luxury club. I’m talking big ass VIP sections, and most of them were already full. You saw the bottle girls walking around, wearing little to no clothing. The vibes that were going around was crazy. The shit was a little overwhelming, so I knew that if I felt that way, then Riot had to feel this way too because she didn’t like shit like this. I looked over at her, and she looked a little unsteady, so I pulled her to me, making her stand in front of me, and I wrapped an arm around her waist, palming her stomach. I kissed her neck afterwards.
Usually, I would control myself with her when I was out in public, not needing everybody in our business and shit, but I couldn’t help it tonight. This wasn’t something that was easy to act like it wasn’t a thing anymore. I was starting to tell on myself now.
“You good?” I asked her.
“It’s a lot,” she told me over the loud music, and I laughed because I expected that response from her.
“We don’t even gotta stay too long. We gotta stick around to see the birthday boy though. Octavio wanna meet you too. I’m sure he’s going to want to pull me to the side and have a talk.Once that’s over with, I promise we can leave, okay?” I asked, followed by me kissing her on the top of her head.
“Okay,” and from her saying it with confidence, I could tell that I eased her nerves a little bit with that.
Before we could walk into where the party was taking place, we had to be checked in to see if our name was even on the list. Once we cleared, we walked over to a big section, that had multiple velvet couches, that was big enough to accommodate all of us. Riot was surrounded by all these niggas, looking like a fuckin princess. Instead of letting her sit down on her own ass, I sat, and I lowered her down, so that she could sit on me. She turned to look at me, and she laughed.
“Oh nigga, your showing off tonight.” she cracked, and that made me smile, as I leaned back into the couch.
“I’m trying to show you that it’s all about you. I can’t do that?” I asked.
“You can,” she replied, and that was that.
We quickly got some drinks going, food was passed around in our section, and the vibes were good. Almost an hour later was when Octavio made his entrance. Like he was some kind of royalty, everyone was up out of their seats, clapping for him when we made his way inside. He walked in with is beautiful wife, that was just as old as him, but she looked good for her age. She probably was putting all kinds of Botox and shit in her face, but shit, she looked good.
Octavio had three sons, and they were each walking in behind him. The money on them was loud, but I loved seeing that kind of shit because it inspired me to keep going.
“He looks good for 75. I thought that he would look much older,” Riot said, as she stood up next to me, taking in Octavio, as he walked in with his family.
She was right. All the money he had, I’m sure he could pay to be in the best shape of his life. Octavio was probably 6’3”,and he had a gym built. You could see the muscles on him, even through the black tux that he was rocking. He had a bald head, with icy blue eyes. Good looking Mexican dude, who looked like a fatherly kind of man, that didn’t get into any trouble, but don’t get it twisted. That nigga was gangsta. He was cutthroat, and he didn’t play that shit when it came to his money.
He walked with a cocky walk, waving his hand in the air to all the people that had come out to celebrate with him.
“I hope I look that good when I get up there in age,” I responded to her.
Octavio took to the front of the stage, so that he could grab the mic and say a few words. He mainly wanted to thank everyone for coming out tonight. He made his speech quick. That’s the kind of dude he was though. He always made everything quick. He would get straight to the point and then move on about his business.
The party went on from there. We ate some good ass Mexican food, drank some of the best tequila, talked shit, took pictures, the whole nine.
Octavio had so many people to move around, and talk to, so it took him a while to make it over to us. Once he did make it over, Riot had been sitting in my lap, with her back facing me, and I was so locked in, checking out everything that was going on around me, but in my own world, placing soft kisses on her exposed back. I didn’t snap out of it, until Riot tapped me, letting me know that Octavio had made it over. I watched as the men in my crew went over to him, wishing him a happy birthday, and shaking his hand. Riot stood from my lap, and I stood after her.
With a big smile on his face when he saw me, Octavio walked over to me, hugged me like a proud father, and then he pulled away from me.
