“He told me that he loved me,” she voiced, and when she said that shit, I screeched because I didn’t expect her to say that.
Not that I didn’t think my cousin was worthy of a man loving her, but just from the little that I knew about Dolo, and how I knew that he didn’t often take a lot of women seriously, it was surprising to hear her tell me this.
“What? Really? Did you say it back?” I asked her.
“He damn near had to beg it out of me, but I said it. He didn’t have to beg me to say it because I was unsure though. Before Mexico, I had already started developing feelings for Dolo. Mexico just sealed the deal for me. It was the way he treated me out there, Ari. I wasn’t getting Dolo from him. I was getting Dominique. He was so soft, so kind, very affectionate, and just really making me tap into my feminine side. The night of the party, he came into the bathroom with me while I was getting ready, and he put this beautiful tennis necklace around my neck,” she went on, dropping the money in her lap, so that she could lean against the wall, and I was all ears, even turningmy body her way, waiting to hear where she was going with this because it wasn’t often that Riot would let people in like this.
“Shortly after I got off the phone with you, I went ahead and finished up in the bathroom. I went back into the bedroom, and he came in from smoking. He took a shower, and once he was finished, he came back in the bedroom with me. Up until that night, he’s never walked around me in his briefs. He was respectful, wearing joggers and stuff. Girl, I saw the fuckin dick print, and I was ready to change my mind, and bow out with having sex with him,” she continued, and I chuckled, still sitting, following her in her story.
“He made it clear to me when he got in bed with me that we didn’t have to do anything that I didn’t want to do. He told me that he wasn’t pressed for pussy. I knew he wasn’t because that whole time we had been in Mexico, he never tried anything with me. I was ready though. The sex was something out of a movie, Ari. The passion, the kisses, everything. I wasn’t tough, bad ass Riot in that bedroom with him. I was crying, the whole nine. We did it again in the morning, and literally any other time that we had after that. It felt like I had been on a high and then shit went left once all of those pictures got out of us on social media,” this was the part that I was waiting for her to address because when I brought it up to her earlier, you could tell that she didn’t want to talk about it.
“You got mad at him because somebody leaked the pictures on social media? I know how private you are Riot, but you dealing with someone that’s popular. It sucks but people going to be in ya’ll business. Then, all kinds of hoes want to fuck Dolo, so ya’ll shit going to forever be on front street,” I let her know.
“I wasn’t mad about the pictures leaking on social media. If anything, I was annoyed with it. I didn’t get mad until Jazelle started calling Dolo’s phone. He had the call on speaker, and girl, she was calling me all kinds of bitches and hoes, cursing himout, just really upset that he was with me. Once I saw the drama that I felt like I was getting ready to willingly walk my ass into, girl I was pissed. Broke up with him, packed my bags up, tried to leave, the whole nine,” she explained, and I was cracking up laughing because I knew my cousin.
I just knew that she did the fuckin most. It didn’t take Riot long for her to go from 0 to 100. She continued with her story, and like this was some beautiful love story, I sat back, with a smile on my face. I promise that I almost shed a tear when she got to the part about Dolo telling her that he loved her, and when she said it back.
I was happy for my cousin. She was so deserving of this love. Prior to this, Riot didn’t have any kind of male relationships. All this stuff that she was doing with Dolo were all new things, but I was just happy to hear that her first shot at love was being done right.
I wanted Dolo to continue treating my cousin right. Losing a father at such a young age, and then losing her brother, who was the closest person in her life was hard on her. I wanted Dolo to be that missing piece of love that I felt my cousin needed, and I just prayed to God that he didn’t fuck it up.
Chapter 4
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Igave myself the night off last night from the business. We touched down in Miami a little after six in the evening. The second the wheels hit the floor on the jet, I hit Mook, telling him that I needed to talk with him. I had to handle that shit and handle it fast because I sat on that information for too long without doing anything about it. I got a text back from him, where he asked if we could talk tomorrow. At first, I wasn’t feeling that shit because I was ready to get in that nigga’s chest the second I got off the jet, but it took my brother, Bray, and Kendrick to all tell me that they felt like today would be a better day. If we had the meet up last night, I was liable to walk into that meeting, running off high emotions, and probably just fuck around and kill that nigga. Today, I was in a much calmer mode, but if it came down to it, I was ready to tackle that nigga tonight if I had to.
I was at the warehouse. Bray, Diego, and Kendrick were all here. They were going to be a part of that meeting tonight with Mook. Mook hit me five minutes ago, telling me that he was five minutes away, so hopefully, he was going to pull up soon.
Right now, I was walking into the inventory room, just to see how things were looking in there. Shit, if I’m being honest,I went in there to check on Riot, and to see what she was up to. This was my first time being around her since I dropped her off home last night. I tried to get her to stay the night with me, but she told me that she had already told her little cousin Amir that she would have a movie night/ sleepover with him.
I watched Riot interact with her little cousin over the phone one time while we were in Mexico. I saw her in a different kind of light. She was soft with him. You could tell that she loved him. I heard his voice on the other side of the phone, and you could tell that he loved Riot just as much.
When I walked in the warehouse, Riot was standing by these big black shelves, and she was standing up on her tippy toes, trying to reach for a box. I walked up behind her, moved her little ass out the way, and I grabbed the box that she was reaching for, and I tossed it on the table that was behind her.
“I could have got it,” she said, walking over to the table, and she pulled the box cutter out of her back pocket, tearing through the box.
“Because just simply saying thank you daddy would have killed you?” I asked her, and she smiled.
“We agreed that we were going to keep it strictly business between the two of us while we were working. Go Dominique. Let me work. For real,” she said, pulling some of the things out of the box.
New tools were stacked inside of the box. I wasn’t sloppy with the way I moved my product, so inside, there were zip bags, new scales, and gloves. This shit was going to get passed over to some of the traps, so that they could start packing up product over there tonight.
“I am keeping it strictly business between the two of us. I haven’t even done shit to you,” I voiced, coming a little closer.
“Look how close you are,” she said, pausing from what she was doing, so that she could turn her head and look at me. As always, she looked good this evening.
Her attire was simple though, especially since we were going to have a busy night, and there really wasn’t any telling the time that we would get out of here. She wore light denim jeans that weren’t too loose on her, but they also weren’t too tight. She paired it with a white tank, that clung to her body, showing off her small waist, and her flat stomach. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and simple Nike’s were on her feet.
“Why you care so much about people knowing that we go together?” I asked, just trying to pick her brain.
“I don’t care. That’s the thing. I just want to be a little more cautious when we’re working. People won’t judge you the way that they’ll judge me. They’ll think that I fucked my way to get to this position,” she told me.
“You didn’t though. We didn’t start fuckin until afterwards,” I corrected her, and like she didn’t want to hear it, she just waved me off.
Before I got the chance to say anything, the door opened to the inventory room, and it was Mook that walked in. He had a look in his eyes as if he was shocked to see me in here. Since I called a meeting, he probably expected me to be in the meeting room, and not inside the space where we kept inventory. Knowing this nigga, he probably came in here to re-up.
“What’s good? You called a meeting, right? Why everybody in here?” he asked me, and Riot turned her head to look at me.
