“You say that like you’re shocked. Do anything about them niggas give that they would have been out here, busting their guns at us? They scary! I don’t have a fuckin clue why their daddy handed this shit to them in the first fuckin place. Come on Dolo. Jump in the truck and help us fill this shit up. We need to get the fuck out of here!” Kendrick snapped.
I was too busy being stuck on the fact that them niggas ended up getting away that I didn’t realize that I needed to be helping them load up the van.
We moved fast, being able to load the van up in about five minutes. Once we finished, Kendrick took his spot back in the driver’s seat, I got in the passenger seat, while the rest of the men got in the back. They pulled the hatch down, and Kendrick pulled out of the yard, making sure that he kept a steady speed once he got out onto the main road. The kind of drugs we had in the back, that was the type of shit that would make all of us get out and run if the cops tried to pull us over.
“You know we can’t distribute those weak ass drugs on the streets. We’ll ruin our reputation with that shit. What’s the plan Dolo because I know you got one?” Kendrick asked me.
“Take it to the warehouse tonight. Let them bust it down, and pack it up. We’ll sell it to another organization. Get the money, and we’ll do another re-up with Octavio. Simple,” I let Kendrick know, and with a smile on his face, he nodded his head.
“Ya’ll gotta handle that shit tonight though. I gotta get Riot out the house tonight. I just need one night of peace with my girl. Try not to call me unless it’s a dying emergency,” I let him know, and he nodded.
“I got you. Handle your business with Riot. Shit, we miss sis at the warehouse with us. Get her right, so that she’s ready to come back next week,” Kendrick replied. I just nodded to that, and for the rest of the ride to the warehouse, we rode in silence.
We didn’t pull up until about twenty minutes later. Kendrick backed the van into the lot, and we all hopped out, and started bringing everything inside through the side door. The plan was to just help these niggas load up, but the dope boy in me wanted to stick around to see what was inside. Once we had everything out of the van, we took it to the back, where the inventory room was, and Kendrick was quick to go for one of the containers, opening it, needing to see what was inside.
“Ay, them niggas got every right to go to bed crying tonight. I know I would. It’s a sad day to be a member of dem 9 boyz today. Moment of silence for them niggas,” Bray cracked, getting us all to laugh.
Seeing the amount of product that they lost, and just knowing numbers the way that I did, so knowing how much money they lost this evening, I’m sure wherever Elijah and Elias were right now, they were somewhere huddled up, crying. That’s the only thing that would have made the least amount of sense.
I stuck around for an hour. I would have stayed longer, but I knew that I needed to get home and get ready for my date with Riot. She just texted me about five minutes ago, telling me that she was back from the boutique with Ari, and that she was getting ready to take a shower. I texted her back, telling her to hold off on the shower until I got back.
She was so fuckin hardheaded, and loved to do whatever she wanted, so I can’t tell you if she was going to wait for me to get home so we could shower together. Truth is, I needed some pussy. I’ve been understanding with Riot, taking care of her, trying to get her out of the fucked up head space that she’s been in these days, so we haven’t been fuckin lately. I’ve been putting in all this time with the organization, so I needed a little something to hold me over. Hopefully she was on the same kind of timing that I was on, and I could bust at least two nuts tonight.
I left the warehouse, and it took about twenty minutes to get home. I parked in the parking garage like I always did, snagging me a spot on the residents floor, and I quickly shut the car off.
I grabbed everything that I needed, stepped out, and locked the doors behind me. I walked inside the building, over to the elevator, and I took it up to my floor. Once I made it onto my floor, I stepped off and walked the long hallway until I made it to the corner unit that belonged to me. I let myself inside the unit, and I could smell a candle burning in here. Riot had a candle burning in the living room.
“Honey, I’m home,” I yelled out on some funny shit, stepping out of my shoes, and leaving them by the door.
“I’m in the room,” Riot yelled out for me, and that’s the direction that I went in.
I found her, and she was standing by the bed, and the only thing that she was wearing was her bra, and panties. There were a few bags sitting on the ottoman, and I could tell that it was the new clothes that she’d gotten from the boutique. She had herhair pulled up into a bun, and you could tell that stepping out of the house, and doing some shopping with her cousin had helped her a little bit because she didn’t look as angry, and as sad as she’s been looking these past few days.
“You took a shower already, or you waited for me?” I asked, coming out of my shirt, and my wife beater.
“I waited. I was giving you five more minutes, and then I was getting in the shower,” her ass said.
“Yeah aight. Yo ass wasn’t going to do shit but wait on me like I told you to. Go ahead. Start the water,” I let her know, removing the gun from my waist, so that I could walk it over to the dresser, and sit it on top.
Riot left out of the room, and she went for the bathroom. I heard her cut the water on, just like I told her to. While that was going on, I went inside my closet, removing my socks, sweats, and briefs. Once I had all my clothes off, I headed for the bathroom, where Riot was already in the shower.
This would be our first time showering together. I’ve stood outside the shower, and washed her body before, or I’ve been inside the bathroom before while she’d shower, but I’ve never been in the shower with her.
The second I stepped inside, a smile appeared on her face. I closed the glass door, walked over to her, pulling her my way, so that we could stand under the water together. Riot liked the water to feel like hell, but I didn’t mind. The bodies I caught this evening, I needed to be standing under this hot ass water, letting all my sins wash away.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, cocking her head to the side, while looking up at me. I could tell that she was getting ready to either ask me something or make a statement.
“What did you get into this evening?” she asked me.
“I look like I got into something?” I inquired.
“Yes. I can smell it on you,” she said, and I laughed, while lifting her little ass up.
“That’s your way of saying I’m musty?” I joked.
“No. I can just smell that you were up to something, Dominique. What happened?” she pried, keeping one arm around my neck, but with her other hand, she removed the glasses that I was wearing, and sat them down on the rack.
We were standing under the shower head, so the water was sprinkling down, getting onto the lenses. I had multiple pair of designer frames, but the black Prada ones that I owned were my favorite pair, which is why I mostly wore them every day.
