Dolo handled his business at the sink with his skin care, and I did mine as well. He finished up before me, so for about five minutes, I had the bathroom to myself. When I made it into the bedroom, he was already in his briefs and placing his phones on the charger.
I came out, removed my towel, put on lotion, and the only clothes I put on was a cropped tank, with boy short underwear. After that, I placed my towel in the basket, and then made my way back into the bedroom, crawling under the covers with him.
“Wrap your hair up, bruh. Why you do that shit?” Dolo asked me, as if he was aggravated.
I laughed at him, while crawling over to him, and straddling his lap. I had a bad habit of getting my hair freshly done but never wanting to wrap it up.
“Are you not about to sweat this shit out anyways, Dominique?” I sassed. He laughed, while reaching his hands up, putting them on my ass.
“I miss the days when we first met, and you were scared to say certain shit to me. Now, you talk crazy to a nigga every chance that you get,” he went on.
“When the hell was I ever scared to say certain shit to you? I cursed you out the first day that we met,” I reminded him.
“I should have left your crazy ass alone right then and there,” he joked, picking a hand up, and slapping me hard on my ass.
“Oh negro, please. You don’t mean that. I’m the most excitement that you’ve ever had in your life. You love it here baby,” I said, planting my hands on his chest, while looking down at him. Those glasses were on his face, as he looked at me with a smile.
“Sure do. This shit so fuckin lit over here. I want to knock you out at least ten times out the day, but I love this shit,” he said, as I leaned my body over, so that I could place my head right in front of him.
“I love it over here too,” I let him know.
“If shit went differently in that parking garage, like if Eduardo and his men decided that they were going to take me, and kill me, what would you have done?” he asked me with a serious look in his eyes.
“Shit, I would have gone too. They would have to take us in blood,” I was quick with my response. Dolo instantly laughed, while shaking his head. Once he finished laughing, his face got serious with me.
“Real shit though baby, don’t do that. If shit ever go left, and a nigga come for just me… you stay. I mean that, Riot. I wouldn’t want you to go down with me. One of us would have to make it out, and I would prefer it to be you,” when he said that, I don’tknow if I was still on this high from our date, but I got choked up even imagining a life without him.
“Don’t talk like that Dolo,” I whispered it because I was going through a motion of trying not to cry.
“I’m serious though, Riot. Don’t start crying. I’m just speaking in general,” he went on, and it was too late for him to tell me not to cry because a tear fell regardless. That’s how I knew that I loved him too much. Just the thought of envisioning a life without him made me emotional.
“I wouldn’t stay because I can’t live without you, Dominque. I know I can’t. So, if they ever come for you, they gotta take me too,” I let him know the truth.
He wiped the tears from my eyes, and when he smiled, I already knew he was going to say something funny to make me laugh.
“So, when we’re fuckin, and you like to tell me that you’ll die behind this dick, that shit be for real? It’s not just sex lies?” he asked, making me laugh through the tears.
“I’m not dying behind that dick, nigga. I’m dying beside it,” I corrected him, making him laugh this time.
“Ain’t shit going to happen to me though baby. Let’s change the subject because I didn’t mean to make you cry. Come on. Let’s start fuckin to create baby Ransom,” he switched, going back to this baby talk again.
Usually, I would have been ready to snap on him for saying that, but my hormones were raging, so I quickly came out of my shirt.
Anything was better than having to talk about a life that I could potentially live one day without him. The thought of that literally made me sick to my fuckin stomach.
I meant every word that I just spoke to him. In no way, shape or form would I be able to live if my man wasn’t here, living life with me.
Wherever the hell life was going to take Dolo… I was going too. So, if anybody ever thought they were going to take Dominque Shaw away from me, they better make sure that they made room for two.
Epilogue
UZI REAVES
Two months later
“Didn’t I just walk over here and correct you like ten minutes ago? You keep aiming too low. The goal is for you to aim higher and bust nothing but head shots. The goal is to kill a nigga that breaks into your house. Not shoot them in the leg. Make your gun go higher than that,” I said, stopping in my tracks, as I reached one of my students. Her name was Crystal.
A new Uzi’s Gurlz class started a week ago. Let me tell you, it was like the Game of Thrones for these women to get a spot. Because the first class was so successful, and we continued to go viral on social media, so many people wanted to sign up this time around. Not only that, but Channel 7 news featured me, and I was able to share with them a little about the program.
