4. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #3
“Don’t touch me, motha fucka! I don’t need ya’ll niggas to touch me. Get the fuck off me. I can stand up on my own!” Mook roared, struggling a little bit to get up. It took a couple of tries, but he eventually got up on his feet, and when he did, he limped his ass over to us.
“I was always the outcast in this group. Say what you want, but I know if it was Bray, Kendrick, or Diego that had done this, you wouldn’t have gotten rid of any of them.
You let Diego get away with murder. I remember he used to have his hoes and shit in the trap.
Sloppy ass nigga stopped to go fuck a bitch one time and he had work in his trunk.
What about Kendrick, and Bray? All the times these niggas pulled up to meetings late because they were out with bitches, or hungover from the night before.
You was looking for a reason to get rid of me man.
Fuck you and fuck the whole MBM. Even though this shit is hurting me, I’ll be damned if I stand here and beg a nigga for my spot back.
Fuck you. I guess you can say we enemies now,” he let me know, and I nodded my head.
“I wouldn’t expect us to be anything else,” I left it at that, and then Russell, and Tee escorted his ass out of the room.
Yes, there was a time when my little brother was sloppy.
You know how many times over the years I had to put my foot in Diego’s ass, strip him of all his positions, and to humiliate him, I would put that nigga out on the block, and make him be a corner boy.
I didn’t allow Diego to slack off, just because he was my brother.
If anything, I was harder on him because we shared the same blood, and it’s a level of respect that he’s supposed to have for me, compared to anyone else.
Diego never crossed me though. He never stole from me.
Kendrick, and Bray have done their fair share of shit in the business to fuck up too, but nothing that was worth me letting them go.
Mook was trying to make this seem like this was the one thing that he’s ever did, and I got rid of him for it.
That nigga has fucked up plenty, but with my big heart when it came to my brothers, I never got rid of him.
“I still think you should have killed that nigga,” Diego said to me, once it was just the four of us left in the room.
“Mook not a threat to me. I just stripped that nigga of everything that he has. Fuck him. This consequence is worse than death,” I let my brother know. Bray and Kendrick nodded their heads because they were able to see where I was coming from.
“Bray and Kendrick, ya’ll can finish holding shit down over here. Diego, head back to the trap. I’m about to take Riot with me. Handle some more business,” I let each of them know how I wanted the rest of the night to look. We shook on it, and then we split up.
Before I got Riot, I walked out, going for the restroom.
I needed to wash my hands. I had that nigga’s blood all on my fist. Once I was done with that, I dried my hands off with paper towel, and I glared at myself in the mirror.
You would have thought that I’d just finished fighting with a bitch because there were scratches on my face.
With the damp paper towel in my hand, I was able to wipe off the blood from the scratches, and once everything looked good, I left out of the restroom.
I headed back into the inventory room, and when I walked in, Riot wasn’t working in her own little section like she always was.
Instead, she was standing amongst the rest of the group, and Kendrick was talking to them.
She stuck around to hear what he had to say, and the moment she turned, saw me, I motioned for her to come on.
She put her finger up, telling me to wait, and I did.
I watched her as she went back over to her section where she was working, and she put everything back.
There was a sink in the back of the room, so she walked over there, washed her hands, and she made it over to me.
The second she got close enough, she tilted her head to the side, and I could tell that her eyes were zoomed in on my scratches.
“What happened to your face? That wasn’t there when you were just in here with me,” she called out.
“Nah. I’ll let you know in the car. You ready? You gotta pee or anything before we go?” I asked.
She told me that she was fine, so I was able to open the door for her, allow her to walk out, and then I walked out afterwards. Russell was back guarding the door from the inside, so I shook it up with him, letting him know that I was out of here for the night.
When we made it outside, Tee was back out front, guarding the warehouse from the outside. I shook it up with him as well, letting him know that I was leaving too. I opened the passenger side door for Riot, where she hopped in, and then I closed the door behind her.
I jumped in as well, removing my gun, sitting it in the cup holder, and I started the car up, allowing it to rumble. From there, I pulled out.
“Who scratched your face up like that?” she asked that shit the second I started pulling out of the parking spot.
You heard it in her voice that she was ready to fuck some shit up behind somebody marking my face up. I could tell by her body language. She was turned in her seat, with her back posted against the door, and her arms were crossed.
“I had to get rid of Mook,” I let her know.
“Really? That’s what the meeting was about? What did he do?” she inquired.
“You were right about that shit with the baggies. Remember the inconsistencies you brought up to me a while back? I didn’t tell nobody this, but I snuck and put cameras in there.
Caught that nigga red handed sniffing coke, taking the product out of the baggies, and putting it in a big ass zip-loc bag that he came into the room with.
He didn’t take it well. Lunged at me, so I beat his ass,” I said, rolling the window down for a second, so that I could talk to another security that I had posted at the entrance of the road that led to my warehouse.
My warehouse was literally in the middle of nowhere.
You had to take a long dirt road to get back here.
Ever since that shit happened where a nigga was able to get close to Riot at the back of the warehouse, I upped the security, so there was someone sitting out front, parked in a black truck.
Nigga had strict instructions to blow anybody’s head off that didn’t have any business being over here.
“I’m gone for the night man. You good?” I asked Titan, who was posted up in his truck.
“Alright Dolo. I’m good. Enjoy your night man,” Titan let me know, and I wished him the same thing, and then pulled off.
I rolled the window up, needing to finish having this conversation with Riot.
“You just found out that he was sniffing coke at the warehouse? How long were those cameras in there?” she shot, firing off question after question.
“I put the cameras in there probably a couple of days after you brought that shit to the table. Shit had been slow. I never caught anyone doing anything out of the way. It wasn’t until we were in Mexico that I caught something.
It was the morning after Octavio’s party.
Just fucked and put you to sleep when my phone notified me that it was motion at the warehouse, inside the inventory room.
It was Mook. That’s how I caught him,” I finished, and she nodded her head.
“So why you just now told me about it then?” she asked.
“I can be real with you?” I asked her, and she nodded again
“At first, I didn’t tell you because that was the day you had that fucked up dream.
I didn’t want to put shit else on your plate.
Then, our pictures got leaked, and it put you in a fucked up mood.
We had just made up, and I didn’t want to talk about no other bad ass news.
Then, when it was a good time to tell you, I held out because I’m the kind of nigga where I don’t like to be told, ‘I told you so’.
You been in my ear, telling me to watch out for him.
I felt like if I told you, you was going to point out the fact that you had been telling me to watch him,” I was honest with her.
“I mean, I did tell you about him. I won’t milk it because I’m sure that wasn’t an easy decision to get rid of him, so I’ll chill on that.
As far as Mook snorting coke, I already knew that.
Well, at least I had my speculations, and when I called him out on it, he never denied it.
The night that man came to the back of the warehouse to kill me, Mook came out, and he had a white substance near his nose.
I didn’t tell you because you probably wouldn’t have believed that your little bestie was capable of snorting coke,” her ass tried to be shady with the last part.
“Ain’t no fuckin bestie. That was my nigga. My brother. Fuck is you on?” I asked her, and she chuckled like that shit was funny.
“I don’t like the fact that all you have is a little scratch on your face.
That means that the nigga still had breath in his body to fight back.
It should be blood on your clothes, and on your hands from killing that nigga,” she was cold with the way that she said it, but I didn’t expect shit else from her because I knew the kind of ruthless bitch that I was dealing with.
I wasn’t even being disrespectful by calling her a bitch, either.
Just adding a little spark to what I was saying.
“I don’t feel like killing him was necessary. Taking away his bread-and-butter gonna hurt him more,” I told her.
“Hmm,” was all she said.
“If it comes to that, then you know I’m going to handle my business,” I threw in, and she nodded.