4. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Igave myself the night off last night from the business.
We touched down in Miami a little after six in the evening.
The second the wheels hit the floor on the jet, I hit Mook, telling him that I needed to talk with him.
I had to handle that shit and handle it fast because I sat on that information for too long without doing anything about it.
I got a text back from him, where he asked if we could talk tomorrow.
At first, I wasn’t feeling that shit because I was ready to get in that nigga’s chest the second I got off the jet, but it took my brother, Bray, and Kendrick to all tell me that they felt like today would be a better day.
If we had the meet up last night, I was liable to walk into that meeting, running off high emotions, and probably just fuck around and kill that nigga.
Today, I was in a much calmer mode, but if it came down to it, I was ready to tackle that nigga tonight if I had to.
I was at the warehouse. Bray, Diego, and Kendrick were all here. They were going to be a part of that meeting tonight with Mook. Mook hit me five minutes ago, telling me that he was five minutes away, so hopefully, he was going to pull up soon.
Right now, I was walking into the inventory room, just to see how things were looking in there.
Shit, if I’m being honest, I went in there to check on Riot, and to see what she was up to.
This was my first time being around her since I dropped her off home last night.
I tried to get her to stay the night with me, but she told me that she had already told her little cousin Amir that she would have a movie night/ sleepover with him.
I watched Riot interact with her little cousin over the phone one time while we were in Mexico. I saw her in a different kind of light. She was soft with him. You could tell that she loved him. I heard his voice on the other side of the phone, and you could tell that he loved Riot just as much.
When I walked in the warehouse, Riot was standing by these big black shelves, and she was standing up on her tippy toes, trying to reach for a box.
I walked up behind her, moved her little ass out the way, and I grabbed the box that she was reaching for, and I tossed it on the table that was behind her.
“I could have got it,” she said, walking over to the table, and she pulled the box cutter out of her back pocket, tearing through the box.
“Because just simply saying thank you daddy would have killed you?” I asked her, and she smiled.
“We agreed that we were going to keep it strictly business between the two of us while we were working. Go Dominique. Let me work. For real,” she said, pulling some of the things out of the box.
New tools were stacked inside of the box. I wasn’t sloppy with the way I moved my product, so inside, there were zip bags, new scales, and gloves. This shit was going to get passed over to some of the traps, so that they could start packing up product over there tonight.
“I am keeping it strictly business between the two of us. I haven’t even done shit to you,” I voiced, coming a little closer.
“Look how close you are,” she said, pausing from what she was doing, so that she could turn her head and look at me. As always, she looked good this evening.
Her attire was simple though, especially since we were going to have a busy night, and there really wasn’t any telling the time that we would get out of here.
She wore light denim jeans that weren’t too loose on her, but they also weren’t too tight.
She paired it with a white tank, that clung to her body, showing off her small waist, and her flat stomach.
Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and simple Nike’s were on her feet.
“Why you care so much about people knowing that we go together?” I asked, just trying to pick her brain.
“I don’t care. That’s the thing. I just want to be a little more cautious when we’re working. People won’t judge you the way that they’ll judge me. They’ll think that I fucked my way to get to this position,” she told me.
“You didn’t though. We didn’t start fuckin until afterwards,” I corrected her, and like she didn’t want to hear it, she just waved me off.
Before I got the chance to say anything, the door opened to the inventory room, and it was Mook that walked in.
He had a look in his eyes as if he was shocked to see me in here.
Since I called a meeting, he probably expected me to be in the meeting room, and not inside the space where we kept inventory.
Knowing this nigga, he probably came in here to re-up.
“What’s good? You called a meeting, right? Why everybody in here?” he asked me, and Riot turned her head to look at me.
She was confused. She didn’t know anything about the meeting.
I still didn’t tell her the shit about Mook.
The plan was to tell her tonight though, especially since she was leaving with me, and coming back home with me.
I already told her this morning that I wanted her to spend the night at my crib tonight.
That would be new for me. I’ve never in my life did some shit like that before.
“Yeah. The meeting not for everybody though. Go ahead in there. Diego, Bray, and Kendrick already in there,” I told him.
You could see the hesitation all in his eyes. He stood there, staring at me for a few seconds, then he nodded his head, and he walked away.
“I’ll come back and get you when I’m finished, aight?” I asked her.
“Okay. Is everything okay though?” she wanted to know.
“Yeah. I’ll tell you after,” I said. She just nodded her head, and she got back to work.
I looked around the large room, just paying attention to what everyone in here was doing.
Everybody had their own thing going on, working at their own speed, not paying much attention to what Riot and I had going on.
Knowing that, I was able to walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and I kissed her on the back of her neck a couple of times.
As I was holding her, I could literally feel her body melting into my arms. She turned her head around, even as I was still holding onto her, and for a few seconds, the two of us just locked eyes with one another.
I could see the yearning in her eyes that she had to kiss me.
She got out of her head long enough to stop worrying about what others were going to think of us, and she pecked me on the lips a couple of times, and then she parted her lips, so that we could engage in a passionate tongue kiss.
She only allowed it to go on for about five seconds, and then she pulled away, so that she could get back to work.
“Aight. I’ll come get you when I’m done,” I tried to play it off, and pretend that a nigga wasn’t dizzy off that kiss, knowing that I was.
I eventually walked out of the room, and I went down the hall, where the meeting room was.
Everybody was sitting down, just waiting for me to walk in.
I paid close attention to Mook, as I made my way towards the table.
He sat, bouncing his right leg up and down.
He had on a hoodie, so his hands were inside his pockets.
It was hard to read him right now, so I couldn’t tell you if he was nervous about what was getting ready to happen.
Mook was the kind of nigga where he could be standing in a room with a bunch of snakes, slithering up to him, ready to demolish his ass, but he wouldn’t show that fear.
That’s how all of us was though. He knew the things that he had been doing behind my back, so I’m sure that he was sitting there, contemplating if that’s what this meeting was going to be about, but you wouldn’t know because he wasn’t showing it.
“What’s up? What this meeting about? I’m thinking this some shit that the whole MBM was going to have to sit in for.
At least, that’s how you made that shit seem when you hit me yesterday.
What’s good? I know ya’ll were just in Mexico, visiting Octavio and shit.
I know how he is. He trying to change shit within the business? What’s good?” he asked.
Even though he might not have been sitting here showing off his nervousness, the second he opened his mouth to speak, firing off all these questions like this, he was showing his guilt.
My brother, Kendrick, and Bray even peeped that shit because I turned to look at each of them, and they had that same look in their eyes as I did. Basically, one where we knew we were sitting across from someone that feared their shit hitting the fan.
I went ahead and cleared my throat, not going to beat around the bush with him. The plan was to get right to the point and get this nigga the fuck out of here. It was going to hurt me to have to do so because this was like my brother at the end of the day, but I couldn’t have snakes around me.
“Ima get right to the point man. A little over a month ago, we noticed that there were inconsistencies within the product. Inconsistent to the point that you could easily look at it and tell that some shit was off. There were bags that were packed exactly how they were supposed to be, but then there were others where the weight was off. The count. The quality. All that shit. I never wanted to accuse anyone. Never wanted to pull anybody to the side and ask them shit either because that’s the quickest way for somebody to get offended.
Instead of going that route, where I accuse somebody of something major like that, I did the one thing to me that made the most sense.
I decided to put cameras in the inventory room,” I started, and the second I spit out that last sentence, this nigga started sweating, and he looked over at me as if he’d just seen a ghost.