4. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #2
That tough look that he had been sporting, where his body language was hard to read, all that shit had gone out of the window by now. I watched him as he turned to look at Diego, Bray, and Kendrick. He lifted his hand, and he scratched at his head.
“The thing that made the most sense to you was to put cameras in the inventory room? Years ago, when we started this shit up, I thought that we all agreed that we would never put cameras in rooms where we store product. You always said that if the feds ever came knocking, the first thing that they were going to look for was the surveillance footage. You always said that the footage would expose too much. It would show all the weight that we’ve been moving, putting each of us in a position to get buried under the prison,” he went on to say, and I nodded my head at that because that was true.
“I did say that. You know as much as I know that business and rules can change over the years. It’s a lot of shit that I said that I would never do, but I ended up doing it.
When we first started, I used to say that only men could work for me because I used to think that women were too emotional and couldn’t handle being in a business like this.
I quickly changed that rule when I sat down and realized that a lot of women were actually smarter than niggas.
Bringing women on was an asset, so I switched that rule.
I used to swear on not letting anyone else count the money, and product.
I used to want to be the only one overseeing everything, but I had to learn to trust and get it into my head that I couldn’t micromanage everything as business expanded,” I went on, pausing for a little bit, looking him in his eyes, trying to think of the last example that I wanted to throw out.
“Shit, I used to always say that I would never mix business with pleasure. Swore that I wouldn’t get involved with someone that’s working under my operation.
My girl so motha fuckin gangsta though. That’s the best fuckin rule that I ever broke.
The point that I’m trying to make to you is that a smart businessman has to know when to adjust,” I finished, picking my phone up, unlocking it, going for the video of Mook, and once I pressed play, I tossed the phone in front of him, so that he could watch it.
He was a smart nigga, so he knew exactly what I was showing him. All he gave it was two seconds before swiping the phone out of the way, pushing it back to me, and he angrily glared at me.
“Motha fucka, we all do shit that we aren’t proud of.
Yeah, I been snorting for a little bit. You ain’t perfect, nigga!
Who the fuck are you to point out my flaws, especially with other niggas in the room with you?
If that’s what you found on your little camera footage, you should have pulled me to the side and said something to me about it then!
I’m sure you got skeletons in your closet too, nigga!
I snort a little coke from time to time!
It’s niggas out here that’s doing shit way worse than that!
” he snapped, feeling like he was saying some deep shit, but really, he just sounded stupid as fuck!
“You don’t snort a little coke from time to time!
Nigga, you snort my coke from time to time!
Coke that I had to spend money on. You know what that’s called, homie?
Theft nigga! You stealing from me. From us!
From the same motha fuckin table that you’ve sat down and ate at for years.
Had it been any other person outside of you, Diego, Bray and, Kendrick, I would have probably just took that shit to the chin, and known that we live a life where people will backdoor you, but I never expected this from you.
You my brother. A brother not supposed to go behind my back, and take from me, especially when you should know that there isn’t nothing that I wouldn’t have given to you.
Nah, I wouldn’t have given you any coke to snort, and fuck your life up with that shit, but I would have offered some kind of help for you!
” I was angry, sitting across the table, looking at him.
Crazy because he was just as angry. You saw that shit in his eyes. He sat there looking like he wasn’t the one that had gotten caught stealing.
“Your position here is done. You no longer have a seat at the table with us. You are no longer a member of MBM. Please, sit your motha fuckin keys down on the table, and leave willingly. You can walk out of here on the same two feet that you came in here with, or you can make shit difficult for you, and never walk out of this bitch again. You can get carried out of here in a body bag. Pick the option that you want,” I said, standing up, and when I stood, I had two of my security guards come in the room, and them niggas were posted up, each having big AK- 47 guns in their hands, ready to use that shit if they needed to.
Mook sat there surprised. You could tell that he didn’t expect for shit to come to this.
He thought that I was just going to embarrass him in front of the men about his snort habit.
I don’t think that he ever expected me to get rid of him.
With that, this goofy ass nigga ended up laughing, shaking his head, and he tilted his head to the side, while looking at me like I was crazy.
“I can’t even say that I’m shocked, nigga. You was looking for a reason. The second you walked in that meeting room that night with that lil bitch of yours, I knew—”
“Watch that bitch word, homie. Last time you did that, you were eating my fist. Watch it. I love her now, so I just might fuck around and kill you if you say it again,” I cut him off calmly, and you could tell that my words really bothered him because he laughed again. It was an angry laugh though.
“Oh, you love her now? You should have kept that shit to yourself because you literally just proved my fuckin point for me. The second you walked in here with her, I already knew what was up. That’s why I got so offended when you took her with you that night to go on that ride and didn’t take me.
I was sitting right there on that fuckin couch, and you could have took me with you to see what dem 9 boyz were on, but you took her.
You took her with you to Mexico to meet Octavio.
You showing her all the ins and outs of the business.
You think I’m stupid, nigga? You been trying to replace me.
You just finally got your reason to do it! ” he snapped, raising from his chair.
“I showed Riot the ins and outs of the business because I wanted to put her on. It’s enough money going around this motha fucka for her to have a seat at the table, and for you to have still held onto yours.
By the way, Riot didn’t want to go to Mexico.
That girl never been on a plane prior to when she just went to Mexico with us.
I made her ass go because Octavio threatened me to bring her.
He wanted to meet her. You speaking on shit that you don’t know anything about.
You would have known how Riot ended up on the trip if you were in Mexico with us, and not back home in Miami, coming to the spot, snorting coke!
” I snapped, and I guess he didn’t like the last part of the sentence because he swung.
I lowkey expected that kind of shit from him, so I was able to dodge it, and I tackled his ass, going for his legs, slamming him down to the ground, and right here in this room, we threw down like we were two strangers.
He was strapped with a gun, and I was strapped with one too.
My hands were just as much of a weapon as my gun was, so I didn’t even have to reach for it.
I could feel my glasses slipping off my face, so mid fight, I tried to take them off, and that’s when this nigga was able to reach at his waist, get a hold of his gun, and I fought with him, trying to get that shit out of his hand.
Diego ended up coming over, and he was able to stomp this nigga, leaving Mook with no choice but to drop the gun, and Diego picked it up off the floor.
Kendrick, and Bray were able to get me off him.
“Hand over your motha fuckin keys nigga!” I was out of breath, roaring, looking down at him as he was leaking in blood.
“What the fuck you got going on, Dolo? A nigga make one mistake out of all the years that we’ve been making money, and working together, and just that fast, you going to let me go?
How the fuck I’m supposed to eat, if you taking me away from the business?
At least suspend a nigga or something. Lower my position, but don’t just get rid of me altogether.
I get that what I did was wrong. I’ll take full accountability for that.
Come on, Dolo! What the fuck, man!” now this nigga wanted to break.
He had just been talking all this shit, now all of a sudden, once he saw how serious this was getting, he wanted to beg and plead for his spot back.
“Nah man. This shit ain’t up for discussion anymore.
The second you stole from me, you already gave away your position.
I can see that you not going to willingly give up yours keys.
Russell, and Tee. Come get this niggas keys off him,” I demanded, turning my head to the big ass security officers that were in here.
Each of them walked over, and Russell sat his big ass AK- 47 on the table, and he was the one to walk over to Mook, while Tee stood over Mook with the gun pointed at him, itching for that nigga to make a wrong move, so that he could blow his head off.
Russell went in each of Mook’s pockets until he found the keys that he was looking for.
Those keys opened just about every door at this warehouse.
Russell grabbed the keys from him, and he tossed them over to me, where I stuffed them in my pocket.
Russell tried to reach over, and pick Mook up from the floor, but that nigga started wilding.