We had been trying to figure out for the longest what made dem 9 boyz just randomly come onto Dolo’s corner, make serves, and then kill his men. It didn’t make sense, especially since Dolo said that he hasn’t been beefing heavy with dem 9 boyz these days. They had it all wrong. They thought that MBM was responsible for that shooting at the listening party, when they didn’t have anything to do with that.
“So, because me, and my crew was at the listening party while ya’ll were there and there was a shooting, then that automatically means that we are the ones that did that shit? Nigga, show me the proof that ya’ll have that we did it! I know ya’ll study me, so with that, ya’ll gotta know that if we did that, I would have said it with my chest that we were responsible for that, but we weren’t. I live by many codes, and one of those codes is that I don’t do dirty work where it’s a bunch of women. It was a bunch of women inside that house, and I would never air shit out like that with that many innocent females around. You said that we were mugging ya’ll the entire night? That’s a fuckin lie too. From the moment I walked in that bitch, ya’ll niggas had ya’ll eyes on me, mugging me. I never said two words to ya’ll. I looked and kept it pushing. Ya’ll don’t live in my head rent free as much as ya’ll think ya’ll do,” Dolo finished.
“Aight then, so what you came down here for? If we don’t live in your head, what the fuck you coming over to our side for?” he asked, asking the most important question right now.
“How much ya’ll get paid to stand out here all night?” Dolo asked him, causing the dude to suck his teeth.
“Again, we be on your mind because why the fuck you care how much money we making being out here? What the fuck that gotta do with you man?” he wanted to know.
It’s crazy because Dolo had this boy pissed the hell off, spit flying out of his mouth, veins popping out of the side of his neck, and everything, while Dolo was calm, asking him these simple questions.
“I offended you with that question? Go ask my young, corner boys how much money they making, and I guarantee you that they won’t be offended by that question. They live for that kind of question because they like to flex. Them young niggas like to brag and tell everybody that it’s no other corner boys in Maimi that’s making as much money as them. They drive hell cats. They walk around with chains around their neck the price of a house. Ya’ll can’t be making too much money though. I been out here kicking it with you for about seven minutes now, and not one of you young niggas stepped away from my car for a second to make a serve. I thought this was supposed to be ya’ll most popular spot. Ain’t no entertainment going on. I’m the most entertainment ya’ll done had in the past seven minutes,” Dolo went on, and that’s when he got him because the dude no longer had all that shit to talk.
“Shit just slow today,” he eventually said after a few moments of silence. His response caused Dolo to laugh. He laughed and then leaned back in his seat.
“Ain’t no such thing as a slow day in the drug game. It’s supposed to be a motion party every day. I got a proposition for you young niggas. I’m short a few men. Ever since ya’ll wiped outsome of my corner boys, I’ve had the urge to expand. Don’t get me wrong, my young niggas that were killed have been replaced, but business for me is continuing to grow, and I need more hands and feet. I don’t know what kind of dope ya’ll moving, but it can’t be too good because I don’t see the fiends out here buying it. I got the best drugs out. This is a proven fact. Because I have the best drugs out, my prices are higher than any other organization out here. High prices means a higher payout for anyone who works for me. Ya’ll niggas want to continue posting up out here making no money, or ya’ll want to come over to the winning side, and put some money in ya’ll pockets?” Dolo went ahead and asked.
The look on the dude’s face was of a nigga that was contemplating everything that Dolo was saying to him. He did try to keep the hardcore look on, but I saw it in his eyes that he was being moved by Dolo’s words. It’s crazy because Dolo was just telling me that when it came to money, people would throw away all their loyalty, and morals. I wasn’t like that.
You couldn’t make me switch up over a dollar. Look how I came home from jail, and Elijah tried to put me on with dem 9 boyz, and I quickly told his ass no. I never got good vibes from him. Although I came home, desperate to make some money, I didn’t have it in me to sell my soul, and fuck with a side that I knew wasn’t good for me. I stood tall on my morals, and who I decided to give my loyalty to, but I guess everybody wasn’t like that.
“What’s in it for us?” he eventually asked Dolo.
“Money nigga! Ain’t you trying to make some motha fuckin money?” Dolo wanted to know.
“What ya’ll niggas want to do?” the dude asked his crew that was posted out here with him. You could tell that they weren’t making money for real with Elijah because each of them werenodding their heads, eager to come over to the other side, and start making some real money.
“Aight. We want in,” he responded, and it was crazy because that was literally all it took.
“Aight. Pull your phone out and take my number down. I got some rules though. Ya’ll niggas can’t work for me with that shit tatted on ya’ll face. Find someone to go to so that ya’ll can get that shit covered. Ain’t no nigga going to be moving my dope with the number 9 tatted on them. Secondly, if ya’ll agree to this shit, you no longer have ties to dem 9 boyz. I will pull up and will kill any of ya’ll niggas. Make your decisions wisely when working for me. I don’t know how Elijah was running shit over there, but I can assure you that that nigga ain’t shit like me. I will cut your motha fuckin head off and put that shit on your mama porch. If that day ever comes where any of ya’ll gotta look down the barrel of my gun, I don’t want to hear no bitch ass crying or hear anything about how ya’ll didn’t know I was like this. Ya’ll knew the kind of time that I was on,” Dolo threatened, and I could see the men that were on his side nodding their heads.
Dolo didn’t give them his personal number. He gave them the number to one of his burner phones. Once they took it down, he had to give them one more threat, letting them know that he would find each and every one of them if they tried to be on some funny business with him, and that he would kill them. Once Dolo felt like it was an understanding, they all backed away from his car, and Dolo was able to pull off.
“What you think?” he asked me, once we were back onto the main road.
“That your fuckin crazy,” I gave him my honest answer, and it made him laugh.
“But you like that though. You like that crazy ass shit,” he voiced, putting his hand back in between my thighs.
I really didn’t know if he did that to be sexual, romantic, or just because, but what I could say is that I think it was just becoming one of those habits now that he couldn’t break. This man kept his hands in between my thighs, and I wasn’t sure if it made me sexual, or romantic just like him, but what I could say is that I liked when he did that.
Dolo and I drove for about twenty more minutes, and before I knew it, I believe we were pulling up to what he called home. This would be my first time over here. I wasn’t surprised that Dolo stayed in the Edgewater area. I mean, it fit him. It made sense that he wouldn’t stay in Brickell because that was a busy area, kind of like party town, and I knew that Dolo liked to be out of the way when he could be. Edgewater was more his speed. It was luxury, and as we were pulling up, I was almost sure that Loco’s unit was a high rise, and I’m sure he had a waterfront view. I only assumed that because while we had been in Mexico, Loco would be out on that balcony just as much as I was, and he was in love with the water view just like me.
It was calm out this way. Pretty private. Definitely not the kind of area where you would often run into someone that you knew from around the way. I watched him as he pulled his car into the luxury car garage, and he kept circling up until he was on the floor that he wanted. He parked his car on the residents floor, and after grabbing his gun, wallet, and phones, that’s when he shut the car off.
“Don’t get out. I’ll come around, and open your door,” he told me.
I nodded, and seconds later, here he was on my side, opening the door for me. I stepped out, phone in my hand, and I was going to get my duffle bag from the back, but he grabbed it, and he placed it on his shoulder.
He closed the doors, locked them, and I walked on the side of him, as he led the way. He went over to a glass door, in whichhe used something on his phone to unlock the door. I’m sure it was some kind of app that all the residents had. Once the door unlocked, he opened it, allowing me to step in, and since I didn’t know which way to go, I just stood off to the side, waiting for him to come, and lead me.
Dolo took us through the building, where we went over to the elevators, and this just didn’t feel like a home. It felt like we were at a luxury hotel.
“You like living over here?” I asked him.
“It’s cool. Ducked off. I’m out the way over here. Why? You don’t like it?” he asked, pressing the button, so that the elevator doors could open.
“It doesn’t have that home feeling. It feels like we’re on vacation,” I said, as the doors opened.
