I facetimed Riot, and she didn’t answer until the 4thring. When the phone did connect, I could tell that she was outside, sitting on the balcony. I’ll take that compared to her lying on the couch, or in the room, in the dark.
I could see her beautiful face clear as day, as she sat there with her pretty curls hanging loosely. When she saw my face, she gave me a small smile.
“What’s up beautiful? What you doing?” I asked her.
“This nigga,” I heard Kendrick say from the driver’s seat, right before he laughed.
I couldn’t even hide that tender shit around my niggas when I would be around my girl, or if I had to call her for a second. My ass was in love.
“Sitting out here on the balcony. I was reading,” she let me know, and I nodded.
“You already found what you were going to wear tonight? I want to take you to dinner. You gotta wear something sexy for me, baby. I’m trying to get out of the house with you and go on a date. I feel like we haven’t had a real date yet,” I went on to say, and when she groaned, I could tell that she was getting ready to shut down what I was saying.
“I just don’t want to go outside, Dolo. I rather be in the house. Can’t we have a date inside the house? Maybe even come out here on the balcony, and have dinner out here,” she suggested, and now it was my turn to shut down what she just said.
“Nah. You need to get out the house. Didn’t you tell me earlier that Ari was off tonight? Call her and ask her if she’ll take you to a boutique or something, so you can find a dress, heels, and accessories for tonight. I got a stash in my top drawer. Take it out of there. Our date isn’t until a few hours, so you got plenty of time to get ready. I don’t care if I gotta drag your ass out of the house. You coming outside with me tonight,” I went on to say, and she just stared at me, not saying anything, but I knew she was going to call her cousin like I told her to, so that she could find something for our date tonight.
“Your glasses delivered. UPS just dropped them off like ten minutes ago. I opened the package, and I sat them on your dresser for you,” she revealed, changing the subject.
After she broke my Prada glasses the night all that shit went down with me, and her, I made her get her ass up bright and early the next morning, where we went toLensCrafters, and Imade her purchase me another pair. She broke my last pair in half to the point that it wasn’t fixable, so we didn’t have much of an option but to get another pair. Usually, I don’t ever let Riot spend money when she’s with me, but that day, I stood my ass back, and I watched as she swiped her card for $1500 for glasses, and I added all that extra shit to my lens that were on my last pair.
“I bet your lil ass won’t break shit else of mine,” I threatened, looking out of the window, seeing that we were pulling up. I got her to laugh, which was something that I haven’t done in a while. Her laugh caused me to smile.
“I’ll see you when I get to the crib, baby. We about to handle something right quick,” I let her know.
“Okay. Be safe. I love you,” she let me know, and just like any other time when she said it in the past, I smiled at that. It was music to my ears. Something that I truly enjoyed hearing.
“I love you more. Go call Ari so she can grab you and you can get something to wear for tonight,” I instructed her again, and she let me know that she would. From there, I hung the phone up and tossed it in my lap.
“In love ass nigga. Never thought that I would see this day,” Kendrick cracked on me, doing exactly what I knew he would do the second that I got off the phone with Riot.
“Yeah well you seeing it, nigga. Park this shit in the back. We don’t need them knowing that we here,” I responded, and he did exactly what I told him to do.
We had to stay in the back because if they saw this van, they would suspect something, and this entire trip would be in vain. We decided that we would just park outside the gate. If we pulled in, the van would stick out like a sore thumb. The sun was starting to go down, so Kendrick made sure to kill the headlights, and he shut the car off. While he did that, Bray was able to slide back the cargo partition, and he, along with the rest of themen were already geared up, bullet proof vest on, and they were pulling out heavy machinery guns.
I stood up, so that I could go to the back with them, and I placed my vest on as well.
“We got about ten minutes before the drop happens. Remember, those bullet proof vest only protect you from your chest down to your abdomen. If a nigga sends a round to your head, that’s it for you. I say all that to say that you niggas need to move quickly, and smart. Stay the fuck alive. I got shit to do next weekend, and I’m not trying to attend one of you niggas funeral,” I got right to the point, saying what needed to be said.
“You think Elijah and Elias going to show up?” Diego asked me.
This was my little brother, the one that I really didn’t want to see anything happen to, so I walked over to him, just making sure that his bullet proof vest was secured. I knew that if something happened to him, my parents would never be able to forgive me for that shit. They hated that he even followed in my footsteps with the drug business.
“I can’t call it. Hopefully they do show up, so that we can pop em’, and we can bring this fake ass war to an end,” I said, backing up from him once I saw that his vest was secured.
We each had our own guns in our hands. My favorite gun changed based on the kind of mood that I was in. I felt like slanging the Draco today, so that’s the gun that I was toting. Once I had it, I stood in a circle with my guys.
“MBM, what we do?” I asked the boys, getting them hype, prepared to say our chant that we always did whenever we went out on missions like this.
“MBM. We move smart. We keep breathing. We put a fuck nigga on his ass,” my boys chanted back.
“MBM, how do we leave out of this motha fucka?” I asked, jumping up and down, feeling my adrenaline running, ready toswarm into these niggas shit, take all their product, and kill all their men.
“MBM. We leave this motha fucka the same way we came in. Two legs. Two feet,” they was hype, responding back to me.
“MBM, what we on?” was the final question that I asked.
“MBM. Straight pressure. They can get it with the Glock. The Draco, or the switch. We loaded. We got options,” my boys talked that shit back to me, and from there, we were all hyped.
