“Yeah, aight. Chill out with that shit. She don’t need to hear the shit that I was talking. Bae, this Phantom. Phantom, this Riot,” Dolo said, doing the introductions.
Phantom pulled me in for a quick hug, and they paused the game for a second, and all the men came over and greeted me.I met Skyro. That was Beretta’s boyfriend. Skyro was the hottest rapper out right now, and I wanted to fan out so bad, telling him that I knew every single song of us. I wanted to tell him that my little cousin Amir was obsessed with him too. I just didn’t have it in me to do that. Skyro was so cool though. Cool, and humble just like Cartier was, who was just as famous. Caine, who rapped as well, and was just as big as Skyro, he came over, hugged me, and was welcoming too. I even met Scrappy. Scrappy was Puma’s boyfriend. Everybody was cool, and welcoming, just like Dolo told me they would be.
“How that feel to be on some Bonnie and Clyde shit with your nigga?” Cartier was the one to ask me that question.
When he asked it, Dolo pulled me into him, making me stand in front of him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, while leaning his head into the crook of my neck.
“It’s cool. I get to do two things that I love at once. I can be around my man, and make money at the same time,” I let him know, and he nodded his head at that.
The men were really cool. They dished out a few questions for me, just wanting to get a better feel of me. They knew who my father was. Might not have known him in an intimate kind of way, but they knew of him, so they all offered me their condolences about my father’s death, and my brother. I thanked them for that, and once that was done, they went on with their game.
Dolo pulled me away for a little bit, and I turned around in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Ima go over there with the girls,” I let him know.
“Aight. We don’t have to be out here that long. I know you tired. Let me just kick it with these niggas for a little bit, and we can go upstairs after. You going to hop in on a spades game with us?” he asked me, and I laughed.
“No. I want to be ladylike while I’m here,” I responded, and that had him cracking up.
“Bae, all the women over there know how to play spades. We take that shit serious over here. You ain’t gotta play tonight though. You can get in on a game tomorrow, aight?” he asked me, and I nodded.
You would have thought that I was about to go to another villa that was ten homes down by the way we were wrapped up in a hug, and then started kissing, when all I was doing was going just a few feet over by the girls.
We eventually wrapped it up, and I pulled away, walking back over to where the women were.
There was a spot right next to Beretta, so that’s where I sat.
“How did you meet Dolo, Riot? I like hearing about love stories,” Puma said, who was sitting right to the left of me.
I turned to look at her. She was so pretty. It was her chocolate skin. Her brown eyes that were glaring back into my hazel ones.
All the women were looking at me, waiting to hear my response.
“At a listening party. I went out with my cousins. I’m not the type to really go outside like that because I feel like Miami is one of those cities where bullshit is bound to occur every time you step foot outside. That’s exactly what happened too because people started shooting at the listening party. I remember as I was going back inside the house, Dolo was coming out, so we literally bumped right into each other. In that same moment, the shots started firing from the front of the house. We were in the back of the house. This crazy ass man tackled me down to the ground. I just remember being so angry with him, trying to get up, so that I could go back inside the house. I wanted to check on my cousins, and make sure that they were okay,” I shared the story with them.
“No way. I didn’t know that. Did you know him prior? Like have ya’ll ever had any kind of exchange in the past?” Nyne asked me.
You could tell that Nyne was the sweet sister. Even when you heard stories about the Diaz sisters being in the drug game, Nyne wasn’t the sister that they would talk about. She didn’t do what Uzi, and Benelli did. She took another route and went to college.
“I didn’t know him. I just knew of him. That was the first time that I’ve ever been in the same space as him,” I told Nyne, and like I was sitting here, telling her this beautiful love story, she was smiling, hanging onto my every word, as if she was ready for me to continue with the story.
“Okay. We want to know more. Keep going,” Puma said, and I chuckled, while throwing myself back into the couch, hating when the focus was on me, but I expected this. I knew when you get around a bunch of women, that conversations like this were going to get brought up.
“After the shooting was over, we pretty much both cursed each other out. I was mad at him, pissed that he slammed me, and pissed that he wouldn’t allow me to get up, so that I could go inside, and check on my cousins. He was pissed at me because he felt like I wasn’t appreciative of him keeping me safe. Fast forward, time goes by and I don’t really see him again. I was in a fucked up position. I guess I skipped the part about me just getting out of jail. The night of the listening party, that was only my second day out. I came home, thinking that I was going to still have my old position with a man that I used to work for, but I didn’t. I was in my feelings about it, so one night, I went to the beach just to clear my mind. Dolo happened to be at the beach at the same time. He came over, just to say what’s up. Keep in mind, the only encounter we had was the encounterthat happened at the listening party, but he could sense that something was wrong with me, so he kept pressing,” I went on.
“And we all know Dolo. We know Dolo not pressing for nobody like that unless their family. That’s how I knew he liked her from jump,” Uzi jumped in, already knowing our love story because I spent more time with her, so she’s heard it a time or two.
I smiled when she said that because it just confirmed that I got this man to change for me.
“He was on me hard, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I wouldn’t tell him at first. I’m so fucked up in the head, that I remember putting my hands on him, trying to search and see if he was wearing a wire. I thought he might have been working with the feds,” I told them, and all the women around me were cracking up.
“Oh, I know you pissed him off. Dolo hood ass working with the feds is crazy,” Benelli chimed in once she finished laughing.
“I didn’t know at the time. You have to also keep in mind that I’m fresh out of jail, so I’m still running with a jail-like mindset. In jail, when someone does something nice for you, half of the time, they’re looking for something in return. Dolo was trying to put me on with him, and his crew. I’m not used to people doing nice deeds like that and not expecting anything from me. Something in my gut was telling me that I was in good hands with him, so I took him up on his offer. He’s not an easy man to date. I’ll be honest. I feel like because we’re in the same world, that I’m able to understand him a little bit. I don’t see how a woman that isn’t living that same life as him would fit into his world. The first night that he took me with him to follow him around, see how he ran his organization, we got into a shootout. As the woman in the passenger seat, you would have had to know how to shoot, or else you would have died. Probably bothof them would have died because it was too many bullets flying our way,” I went on.
Because Beretta and Puma were both sitting on either side of me, I could feel them nodding their heads, as if they agreed.
When Beretta cleared her throat, I knew that she was getting ready to say something.
