2. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #2
“That was only her first week on the job, so when I asked her what she felt like the problem was, she didn’t want to tell me.
I guess she didn’t want to look like a snitch in the business, and she also wasn’t trying to start up problems within the business, having everybody not liking her and shit.
I started coming up with my own theories on what I felt like was going on.
I wasn’t trying to point the finger at nobody though.
Ya’ll know how I feel about having cameras in the inventory room back at the warehouse, but I had to put a couple in there because that’s how bad I wanted to get down to the root of the problem.
This morning, I’m in the room chilling, and I get an alert on my phone, letting me know that it was motion detected in the inventory room back at the warehouse.
Immediately, I was on high alert because nobody supposed to be in the warehouse today since shop is closed.
Ya’ll not going to believe this shit man,” I said to them, picking my phone up from the table, going to the camera app, and I went for the video with Mook.
I tossed the phone on the table, and Kendrick, and Bray walked over to Diego, since he was the one with the phone.
They stood behind him, looking at the phone screen.
When I saw each of them niggas react to the video in the same manner that I did when I first saw it, where they placed their hands over their mouths, I knew then that they’d gotten to the part where he started sniffing that shit up his nose.
I’d watched that video too many times today to the point that I couldn’t play that shit again.
Shit went downhill when I watched that nigga go inside each baggie, and he poured the contents into an even bigger bag, stuffed it in his pockets, and then he walked out of the room like nothing happened.
If I played that video one more time, I was liable to hop on the jet right now, search for that nigga, and kill him.
“Damn. I don’t even know what the fuck to say.
Mook been on some crazy shit these past few weeks, but I would have never suspected that the nigga was snorting coke.
Never. All the shit his ass be talking about junkies.
He put that shit on the table, lined it up so easily, and sniffed it like that’s just a part of his everyday schedule.
You gotta get that nigga from around you fast, Dolo.
He went inside that warehouse too confidently, and stole from you, man.
You know what they say about a nigga that steals from you.
A man that steals from you will kill you,” Kendrick spoke, saying the exact same thing that I’d said to myself when I originally saw the video.
“Yeah. I didn’t see that shit coming either. What you going to do? You letting him go?” Bray asked, still standing up, with his eyes on me, waiting to see what my response was going to be.
“I ain’t killing him. I can’t. It ain’t much in the world that’ll make me back down, but when it comes to ya’ll niggas, it’s just certain lines that I can’t cross.
I mean, if that nigga were to put me in a situation where it was my life or his, then I would be left with no choice but to handle my business, but over some shit like this, I don’t think I got it in me to kill him.
I plan to let him go, and to a street nigga like Mook, we all know that me letting him go is just as bad as death.
It’s deeper than him just taking a little coke out the bags and snorting it.
This nigga was stealing from the supply chain.
He throwing off our numbers. Taking product out the same bags that we’re putting on the streets for the customers is bad business,” I went on, and each of them knew that I was telling the truth, so they nodded their heads, agreeing with the things that I was saying.
“I ain’t tell ya’ll this shit, but last night at the party, Octavio got on me about that shit that we got going on with dem 9 boyz.
He wants to know why all of them niggas still breathing.
That’s already one problem that Octavio knows about.
I’m not trying to have this problem blow up, and he finds out about this too.
Octavio will personally fly his ass out to Miami if word gets out that we out here shorting motha fuckas of product.
We look sloppy, and you know the first chance we look sloppy in his eyes; he’s going to cut us from doing business with him.
I gotta let him go,” I finalized, and I saw it in their eyes that each of them felt and understood where I was coming from.
“I’m with that 100%. You know I am, but that’s not going to be an easy call Dolo.
That’s going to come with some backlash from Mook, and you know that shit.
Mook not the kind of nigga that’s going to easily walk away from this shit.
He’s been a part of the business just as long as the rest of us.
You may not have to kill that nigga now, but Dolo, you gotta know just as much as I do that Mook is the kind of person that you’re going to have to eventually put down.
He knows too much about the business. He knows too much about the way you move.
That ain’t the kind of person that you keep in your back pocket,” Kendrick said to me what I had already been thinking about.
I knew these things. Mook knew where I laid my head.
He knew where all the stash spots were, codes to different safes, and shit like that.
If he wanted to be a green ass nigga, and turn me over to the feds, letting them know where all my hidden spots were, he could very well do that shit.
I knew that I was playing with fire by keeping him alive, especially with everything that he knew, but I was going to play with that fire for a little bit.
Even though all of those things that I just mentioned were risks, I knew Mook wouldn’t cross me to that extent.
He didn’t want to die behind doing some green ass shit like that.
I stayed out here with the guys for a little while longer. We were having our final dinner tonight. The whole crew was going to come down to have dinner. I was looking forward to being in the same space as my girl, and my crew.
I let them know that I would be back down later for that, and then I left because Riot’s massage was wrapping up, and I wanted to be up there when the masseuse finished, so that I could knock her off with a hefty tip.
I took the elevator up to our floor, and once in front of the door, I used the key card to let myself inside the room.
Riot was getting her massage right in the living room area.
The masseuse had the table set up in the middle of the room, with the balcony sliding door pulled all the way back, so you could see the beautiful view of the ocean.
She had soft music playing, and even though Riot was turned around from me, and I couldn’t see her, I knew that she was sleeping.
The masseuse had the blanket on the lower part of Riot’s body, exposing her entire upper half.
She was massaging her shoulders, and when she saw that I walked in the room, she smiled at me and then went back to finishing with the massage.
I didn’t want to disturb what they had going on, so I went to the room.
I chose to sit out on the balcony, with my mind heavy, thinking about the problems that I knew were going to be waiting for me back home.
I wasn’t ready to cut ties with my brother, but I knew that it was something that had to get done.
I’ve killed a lot of niggas before. Stood over a lot of them, with a gun to their head, as they pleaded for me to spare their lives.
Any nigga that I ever had to kill, more than likely he was someone that I was at odds with, and someone where it wouldn’t make me any difference if they lived or died.
I knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy decision to look down at Mook, with a gun to his head, and pull the trigger, but it was either him or me.
That was the motto that my pops taught me, once he accepted that I was going to be in the game, and that there wasn’t anything that he could do to stop me.
I sat out here for about fifteen minutes more, when I heard the balcony door slide back.
I turned around, just to make sure that it was Riot, and it was.
Her eyes were red from the sleeping that she’d done, and she had lines on the side of her face, due to her resting her head on her arm, as she was sleeping.
She looked peaceful, as she smiled at me, seeing that I was back because when her massage started, I told her that I was going to go out front with the boys.
“Five-hundred-dollar massage and your ass slept all the way through that shit,” I said, standing up from the chair because I wanted to get inside, and tip the masseuse before she left.
“I didn’t sleep the entire time. Probably like the last thirty minutes of it. Her touch was so soft. Can you go out there, and ask her for some pointers, so that you can massage me like that back at home?” her ass asked me, stepping closer, so that she could stand right in front of me.
“Yeah aight. She still out there? I want to give her a tip,” I asked her, and she nodded her head, telling me that she was still out front in the living room.
I cut past Riot, so that I could go inside the room.
I went over to the dresser, where I kept one of my bank rolls tucked up under some of my clothes, and I pulled out a couple of large bills for her.
Judging by the smile on Riot’s face, and the fact that she told me to go out there, and get pointers, I could tell that she’d done a good job, so she was worth this big ass tip that I was going to give her.