2. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #4
I expected her to get irate, jump in my face and shit, probably even exchange a few words with Jazelle over the phone, but she didn’t do any of those things.
She took this shit to the chin, snatched her arm away from me, and she walked away.
I couldn’t let this girl think that I’ve still been fuckin around with Jazelle, so I stood up, following her into the room.
“Riot, I ain’t fuck that girl in over a month.
Come on. I swear on that shit. Not one time did she say over the phone that I was just over there fuckin her, or dropping money off for her.
You know she would have quickly threw that shit out, but she didn’t because she knows that’s not true.
How you going to get mad at me over some shit that I’m not out here doing?
” I asked, coming up behind her. I grabbed her arm, spinning her around, so that she could look at me.
“You going to break my heart, Dominique. I can feel it. I don’t take shit lightly when I’m running off a broken heart.
I’m still running off what came with losing my big brother.
I’m still out here trying to better myself, and work on my temper.
I’ve been on a high since we did what we did last night, and just that fast, I allowed that bitch to knock me off that high.
Imagine all the other hoes that’s getting ready to call your phone, and question you why it’s me, and not them.
I’m not shit like those other bitches that you used to deal with.
They probably would have been jumping for joy if intimate shit that involved you and them got leaked to the public.
I don’t like that. I don’t like people in my fuckin business, and then that post was barely up for five minutes, and it already had all those comments, and likes.
That’s not the kind of shit that I’m trying to be on.
I don’t do that social media shit Dominique, and that’s why I don’t have one! ” she screamed at me.
“So, you say all this to say what? Where you going with this?” I wanted to know because I knew that she was going somewhere with it.
“I want to bow out now. I’ll let the hoes win.
I don’t have it in me to be at odds with bitches.
I’ll be back in jail. The last time a bitch called me a bunch of bitches and hoes, I knocked her teeth out of her mouth and fucked up her jaw.
I’m not going to allow nobody to have that much power over my actions.
I want to keep our business relationship, but if you’re mad about what I just said, and you want to let me go as a business partner, then it is what it is,” she finished.
I ain’t going to lie, that was like a blow to my fuckin chest. I really liked this girl, and I was getting punished for some shit that I didn’t do.
We were barely in a relationship, but I felt like I had already started changing.
This man that I was with Riot, it was hard for me to even recognize myself.
“Just so I’m clear, you choosing to end shit before it even gets started because you think that I’ve still been dealing with that bitch, or you just don’t want the added drama in your life?” I asked, just wanting to know.
“Both,” she said, and I nodded my head towards that.
“If that’s what you want to believe, then believe that then.
You already got your mind made up anyways.
You got it made up in your mind already that I’m going to break your heart, and because you so strongly feel that way, you ready to give up before we can even get this shit started.
I won’t hold you back. I’m not going to beg you either.
It is what it is,” this wasn’t what I wanted for us, but I couldn’t stand here, and beg somebody to have faith in me, especially when I haven’t given her anything to have doubts.
She was taking the words from another bitch, and I didn’t like that.
Riot eventually walked away from me, and she went into the closet.
I could hear her moving shit around, and it sounded as if she was pulling clothes and shit off the hangers.
I was going to allow her to have her little moment.
I went over to my stash that was in the room because just that fast, I’d gotten stressed the fuck out, and I needed some weed to calm me the fuck down.
I grabbed everything that I needed, and I went out on the balcony, and I rolled the fattest blunt in the world.
I needed to smoke this shit because something told me that Riot was in the works of getting ready to show her ass and pack up her bags so that she could leave, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.
If she didn’t want to be with a nigga no more, that was cool, but I wasn’t about to let her leave this resort by her fuckin self.
Her lil ass never been out of the country before, so she wouldn’t know shit about finding her way back home.
If something happened to her out here in Mexico, her mama, her aunties, her cousins, and her best friend were all going to want to kill my ass.
I couldn’t have that shit on my conscious.
Twenty minutes had gone by, and just like I suspected, I could see her through the glass door with her suitcase in her hand, and she was rolling that shit out of the bedroom.
I sighed, ran my hand down my face, and I walked into the bedroom.
She got her ass dressed and everything. I’m talking, she had her sweatsuit on, with her tennis shoes, really thinking that she was about to go somewhere. I was about to shut all this shit down.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I asked her.
“Home,” she spat.
“How Riot? How the fuck you going to get home? You booked a flight already?” I asked her.
“No. Ima ask somebody downstairs to help me book it. I want to get the fuck away from you!” she screamed at me, and that shit made me chuckle. It wasn’t funny, but I was chuckling to keep from spazzing.
“Oh, so now you want to get the fuck away from me? A bitch call my phone, spit out a bunch of irrelevant shit, and now all of a sudden you want to get the fuck away from me? Yeah, aight. I ain’t letting you leave.
Your family will kill my ass if I let you leave out of this country without me, and something happens to you.
You might as well roll that lil luggage back into the closet and sit the fuck down somewhere!
” I was being dead ass serious with her.
I wasn’t surprised when she tested me, walking past me, still trying to get to the front door.
I politely took the suitcase out of her hands, and I pushed that shit behind me.
“You might as well sit the fuck down. I already told you that you not about to go nowhere. If you wanna fake break up with me, then that’s cool. Stay your ass in this motha fuckin room though,” I snapped, but I was still calm though.
She was just as calm as I was, and I really didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. She tried to walk her ass over to me, so that she could take the luggage from behind me, but I pushed it even further back, and I followed it, not allowing her to get to it.
“You see how you testing me? I’m trying not to show you that other side of me. Give me my shit, so that I can get the fuck from around you!” she screamed this time, getting in my face.
“I just told you that I’m not letting your ass go no fuckin where!
We came to this country together, and we going to leave this bitch together.
I’m not understanding you right now, Riot.
How you let a bitch have that much power over your judgement?
That one little phone call will have you not wanting to fuck with me again?
If wronged you, and if that bitch got on the phone telling you that I just fucked her the day before we left to come out here, you would have every right to be mad at me.
I would just have to take that to the chin.
That shit ain’t fair to me that you punishing me for some old ass shit!
” I tried to play cool at first, and act like I wasn’t fazed by her trying to break up with me, but that’s not what I wanted.
The fact that I was holding her, and her suitcase hostage, should prove to her that I gave a fuck about her. If she was any other woman, I would have watched her as she walked out of the door and wouldn’t have cared whatever route she was going to take to get back home.
“I want to see the stuff that she said she was going to post. Show it to me,” her dumb ass changed the subject.
“I’m not showing you shit! Why the fuck would I show you what she posted, if I know that it’s just going to make you even madder?” I questioned.
“She has videos of ya’ll having sex?” she wanted to know.
“Man, watch out. I ain’t answering that shit.
Didn’t you just break up with me? Fuck you care what I had going on with her?
We single now,” I spat, and that comment enraged her, so she took off on me, as if she was getting ready to hit me, but I was fast, picking her little ass up by her hips, and I aggressively pushed her into the wall.
I held her up by her hips, with her back pinned up against the wall, as she was talking shit, telling me to put her down. Her legs were dangling in the air, and she looked like the second I let her go, her ass was going to start swinging on me.
“I’ll knock your short ass out!” I taunted her, shaking her as I held her in the air, knowing damn well that I wasn’t going to hit her.
“I should have never let you fuck me!” she talked shit, and I laughed.