2. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #3
When I made it out front, and I put the money in her hands, she was so happy about it that she quickly hugged me, and she thanked me for it. I thanked her as well, especially since I booked this shit last minute. I walked over to the door, holding it open for her, and once she was out, I closed it.
I went back over to the balcony area, where Riot was sitting, legs pulled up, sitting Indian style, and she was looking ahead of her at the beautiful view of the ocean that we had.
I sat down next to her, and the second I sat, my phone buzzed, letting me know that I had a text message.
It was Diego hitting me. He sent me two messages.
One was a video, and the other one was a text message.
The text message said, “Your secret out the bag nigga” and followed by that was a laughing emoji.
I went to the video that he sent me, and it took me to a link on Instagram.
Bright as fuckin day, someone had put together a thread of photos and videos of Riot, and I.
All the shit that was posted were things of us here in Mexico, so somebody out here at this fuckin resort must have saw us, and sent all this shit to the messy, dick eaters back in Miami that didn’t have shit to do with their lives but report on other people’s personal lives.
They even had footage from the fuckin party that we went to last night.
One of the videos, it caught us right in the middle of a tongue kiss at the party.
I’m talking, my hands were glued to her ass, while hers were wrapped around my neck.
From the angle of the video, you could tell that someone had taken that video from down below.
Riot was going to be pissed when she saw this shit because she was just in her feelings this morning, saying how she wanted to keep our shit a secret.
She didn’t have social media, but I knew that her cousins did, so even if she didn’t find it on her own, or if I didn’t show her, she would still find out about it from them.
I had social media, but I have a burner page.
No profile picture, but motha fuckas knew that the burner page belonged to me.
I’ll post lil shit in my story probably once or twice a year, and that’s mainly it.
“If I show you something, you going to get mad?” I turned my head to look at Riot. She was so locked in with what was ahead of her, but when I spoke, she snapped out of it, and turned her head, so that she could look at me.
“I don’t know because I don’t know what it is. What is it?” she wanted to know.
“Nah. You going to get mad. Forget that I even said something,” I went on, and she looked at me like I was crazy.
“How you going to bring something like that up, and then don’t tell me? You was better off not even saying any fuckin thing!” she snapped.
“Aight. Chill out with that fake ass tough shit. You ain’t scaring shit over here,” I fucked with her, getting all in her face.
I was trying to deescalate the situation because I knew that I’d just pissed her off.
Riot was tough as fuck because she didn’t even smirk.
I knew she wasn’t going to smile again until she knew what it was that I was referring to, so I went ahead, and slid my phone over to her, so that she could go through the post, and see the shit on her own.
“Who the fuck posted this shit? What is this? Then, it says that it has 1,000 comments. Is that for real? Did 1,000 people really leave a comment on this?” she asked, not really knowing because she didn’t have social media, so she didn’t understand how this shit worked.
I wanted to lie to her so bad, and tell her that it was fake, but that shit would probably hurt me in the end. I followed her finger, seeing as she was swiping through the post, looking at each picture, and video that was on the thread. Her hand was shaking as she continued to swipe through.
As the phone was in her hand, I swear to God it’s as if God had a sick sense of humor because a bitch that I haven’t spoken to in over a month started hitting me.
It was Jazelle. Don’t get me wrong, she would reach out a couple of times throughout the week, but I’ve been busy, and hustling, so I haven’t hit her back.
For her to call me as soon as this shit just leaked between me, and Riot, it proved that she might have saw it on social media.
Jazelle lived for social media. Her and her home girls.
They were junkies when it came to that shit, so I could bet my last dollar that she had already seen it, and that’s why she was calling me.
“Why is this bitch calling you, Dominique?” Riot screamed at me, and like a nigga that got caught doing some shit that he didn’t have any business doing, I picked my hand up, dragged it down my face, and I swear I started fighting the fuckin air.
I have never in my life passed a woman my fuckin phone. Reasons like this is why I never did some goofy ass shit like that. Here I am, trying to be the good guy, showing this shit to Riot before somebody else told her about it, and that shit came back and slapped me right in the face.
“Ion know man. Let me get my phone, yo!” I calmy said, reaching for my phone, knowing that if she held onto it any longer, and she started going through it, she’d be ready to murder me.
I didn’t delete my message thread between me, and Jazelle. Shit, all the other hoes that I was fuckin around with, I still had our message threads. Nudes, and videos of them playing with themselves were in those threads, and I didn’t want Riot to see that shit.
“Here’s your phone, but answer it first,” she said that shit calmly as she answered the call, placed it on speaker, and then she handed it to me. Although she was calm, I saw the look of fire in her eyes. She looked as if she was seconds away from swinging on me.
You know how you used to do some bad shit as a kid, and your mama would stand over you with her hands on her hips, ready to knock your ass out?
That’s how her short ass was standing over me.
I wasn’t fazed by it though because I knew that I didn’t do anything wrong.
At most, I should have deleted Jazelle’s number, along with any other bitch that I was dealing with out of my phone.
Me, and Riot just made our shit official, so I guess I didn’t think that deep into it.
“This what the fuck we on, Dolo? Huh? I been fuckin with you for a little minute, and you always had every excuse in the fuckin world on why me, and you couldn’t make our shit official.
You used to love to tell me that your lifestyle was too dangerous for a girlfriend, and how you were too busy running the streets to settle down, yet you out in Mexico, hugged up, and kissing on the next bitch!
You never moved that way with me in public.
Can’t nobody leak any kind of footage with me and you because you used to play that role with me so fuckin well, saying how you didn’t want to do a bunch of PDA with me for the world to see.
How long you even been fuckin that bitch?
” I could hear the madness all in her voice.
You would have thought that she was my wife, and I got caught fuckin around, judging by the way she was acting.
“Ay, chill the fuck out. I was never your nigga from the jump, and you know that. I ain’t fuck you in over a month. You be calling me, and texting me, and I never pick the phone up for you. Why the fuck you concerned about what I got going on?” I asked, hating that I was in the middle of this shit.
I swear to God if Riot didn’t answer the phone for me, I would have never picked it up for Jazelle.
I knew the kind of bitch that Jazelle was.
When these pictures leaked, and then her ass started calling, I knew she was calling with drama, and I wasn’t the kind of person to do all that back and forth, especially not with a bitch.
“Oh, you must be around that hoe. You around your hoe, and your showing off? She can hear me? Riot, or whatever the fuck your name is, I swear to God you going to have to kill me over that dick. I ain’t letting up on it.
You going to have to get in the field with the rest of us.
Dolo not going to settle down with you, bae.
I know the kind of nigga that he is. Him, and the whole MBM are straight dog ass niggas!
” Jazelle was going off. I never in my life put my hands on a female before, but I swear if she was standing next to me, I might have just choked this hoe.
Riot tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm, not letting her leave.
“Jazelle, get the fuck off my phone with this bullshit, yo. You was pussy for me, and you know that. I spent a little money on you, and I’m only throwing that out there because I know that’s what you dying to say next.
That little money that I threw your way ain’t shit.
You explaining a side of me to her that she don’t fuckin know.
You speaking on shit about me as Dolo. She only know Dominique.
This ain’t the kind of bitch that’s going to be scared of those fake ass threats.
She’ll really get in the field with your ass and kill you, so watch that shit.
Don’t call my phone no more, love. I’m trying to spare you,” was all that I had for her.
“The blogs want to leak shit, so Ima leak shit too. Give me five minutes. I bet I break up that happy home nigga,” and like that, her stupid ass hung the phone up.
Riot looked up at me, and not only did I see the anger in her eyes, but I saw that she was hurt behind this shit.
It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours since I took her virginity, and here we are, dealing with this bullshit.
I knew she was going to be hurt behind it.
It was looking like I was fuckin around on her, when that wasn’t the case.