“So, what’s up? You just came up here to speak, or you wanted to talk to me about something specific?” he asked, switching gears with me.
“Yeah. I got some business that I want to talk to you about,” I started, and he laughed when I said that, and then shook his head.
“Dolo, you my guy, and I fuck with you, but I told your ass a couple of years ago that you not about to be running no drugs through my club. I feel like this shit stay hot anyways. Niggas be in this bitch beefing, and at one point, it felt like it was a shootout taking place just about every weekend. Cops just got off my ass and stopped coming down here fuckin with me. If that’s the business that you came down here to talk to me about, you know I can’t help you out with that man,” he assumed.
“Nah man. When I came at you a couple of years ago with that, I respected your decision. This not my way of coming back at you, trying to put pressure on you to do that for me. This something different that I’m coming at you about. Legit business. No cutting corners, back door business, none of that shit. It’s legit. I been having big meetings with different people all week, trying to get the ball running. I’m trying to have event coverage, clubs, private security for celebrities, all that shit,” I told him. He had this look in his eyes, as if he was trying to read me. It took him a few seconds to eventually nod his head.
“That business move makes sense for you. I can see that being another hustle for you,” he went on.
“That’s what everybody tells me when I bring it to them. My girl came to me with the idea,” I let him know.
“I fuck with that. What you need from me though?” he inquired.
“Shit, an opportunity. Once I get everything running with the business, let me put in for the security contract over here. You ain’t even got to give it all to me just off the strength of my face being good with you. We can start small. When I get men, put them on for your slowest days out of the week. I don’t believe in easy handouts. Start me out small, and let me prove myself to you,” I went on. Again, he looked at me with a serious look on his face.
“The niggas I got working security is family. My cousins and shit. They’ll feel some kind of way if I got rid of them, and replaced them with your guys,” I respected that answer from him, and I knew that it was going to be something that he said, which is why I already had a response cooking.
“I knew you were going to say that. Don’t take this as me coming at you like some green ass nigga, that’s trying to step on another nigga toes. That’s not what I’m trying to do here. I ain’t telling you to replace nobody. You know I been coming to your spot for years, man. No disrespect to the niggas that you got downstairs at the door, or the ones that you keep on call to walk the club, but them niggas not real security. Them just some big ass niggas that your related to, and you gave them a job. I know them niggas not licensed. Doing security at a big ass, popular club like this is dangerous to not have them licensed,” I went on, selling myself, and Mark was following me, eyes on me, interested in the things that I was saying to him.
“Keep your people. You can keep them here, but all I ask is that when I get my shit up and running, let me train em. Let them come over here and get licensed. Put them under a real security company. This your business that you’re running, right?You gotta run this motha fucka like one. I ain’t telling you to fire them. Shit, I think it’ll be a good move to keep the men that you already have, especially since they already have a bond here with the staff, and the crowd that comes in. I will bring in extra men though. Real coverage in the parking lot, floor patrol, and have others watching cameras and shit,” I finished with my pitch.
I could tell that Mark fucked with what I was saying to him because he ended up smiling, and he stuck his hand out, so that I could slap it up with him. I saw the nigga go in the restroom and wash his hands, so that’s the only reason why I didn’t leave him hanging.
“I fuck with it. We can lock in with something,” he responded, and that got a smile out of me.
“I appreciate it, man. Like I said though, don’t hand me shit. Start me out on your slowest night. Keep a close eye on my guys, and if you notice that their visibly tightening shit up around here, and you can see the difference, that’s when we can talk bigger. In the meantime, let’s start out small,” I told him.
“We can do that. I’ll give it to you man and let you know that you have a way with your words. You know how many niggas come to me on a daily, trying to lock in some kind of business deal with me? After doing bad business with my brother, and falling out with him, I made a promise that I didn’t want to work with anyone when it came to my club. You a solid dude, Dolo. I always told you that. You could have come at me, trying to get rid of my men, and tried to bring in brand new faces, but you didn’t. You saw an opportunity that my niggas were lacking, offering to get them licensed, and step it up around here, so I fuck with you for that,” he let me know, and we shook to that again.
I was getting ready to head out, so that I could go back out with my guys.
“Where your girl at? She never come in here with you,” he said, bringing up Riot.
“We beefing right now. I put her ass on punishment. She don’t fuck with the club shit though. It’s not her vibe,” I voiced, and he laughed.
“You wild, man. Go ahead and get back to your boys. Ima send some bottles over there. We’ll talk,” he reminded me again. From there, I left out.
Mark bringing up Riot caused me to think about her. It’s just to show you that when G- Herbo got in the booth and he said, ‘beefing with my bitch right now but life still lit’ that his ass was just saying shit because that was a fuckin lie. I’m trying to be big gangsta, and keep her ass in that fuckin doghouse, but I felt like the punishment was hurting me more than it was hurting her. It’s going on four days. Her petty ass took most of her shit from my house, and I knew she went back to Ari’s crib.
I haven’t seen her since I left the house that day. Her ass hasn’t been coming into work. Let that would have been anyone else, I would have fired their ass. Riot knew the shit she could pull with me, and that’s why she wasn’t coming into work.
I’m not gone hold you, she pissed me clean the fuck off. I do right by this girl, man. I got my niggas talking shit to me, calling me a simp, telling me that I was pussy whipped, and all kind of shit because even they could tell that I was treating this girl right. I’m so locked in with her that I barely come to the strip club like I used to. Even with me coming tonight, all the guys were shocked that I came along. I don’t text other bitches. I’m not in other bitches faces, and I’m damn sure not fuckin them like her crazy ass accused me of doing.
I didn’t like that feeling. That feeling where you know you’ve been doing everything right, but then someone is accusing you of some shit that you know you aren’t out here doing.
I knew it was a chance that Riot would get upset that I didn’t come back and pick her up. Because I felt like that, that’s why I went through Uzi. I knew I had a big meeting coming up, andif I had texted Riot, telling her that I couldn’t pick her up, she would have probably snapped, throwing my whole vibe off, so I did what I could to avoid an argument.
On the other hand, I knew that me, and her just had a conversation the other night, and she was telling me that it was a goal for her to have a business too. I’m thinking I’m being a good nigga to her by having her shadow Uzi, but she didn’t see it that way. Shit went left and her ass started telling me that I smelled like another bitch, and when her goofy ass smelled my dick, after I warned her that I was going to fall out with her if she did it, she pretty much picked her side. The side was that she didn’t trust me, and she had to sit with that for a while. Yeah, I missed her. I missed the fuck out of her, but I was keeping her ass in the doghouse.
As soon as I walked out of the office, I could hear somebody coming up the stairs. It only took one second for me to wonder who it could be before the person came up, and I could see them. It was Jazelle. She was walking like she was in a hurry, with her head down in her phone, texting away, so she didn’t see me yet.
She eventually looked up, saw me, and she paused. You could tell that she was shocked. I haven’t seen her in a little minute. Last time I talked to her is when me and Riot were in Mexico, and she called my phone with all that bullshit.
She rolled those big ass eyes of hers when she saw me, sucked her teeth, and mumbled something up under her breath.
“That’s my mood too, love. A nigga ain’t happy to see you either,” I had to let her know.
“Fuck you, Dolo,” she spat, getting all angry. She had all this anger built up, while I was just standing here chilling, getting a kick out of this shit.
