4. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #4
“I still believe he had something to do with that nigga running up on me at the warehouse. I wish you had been there to see how it went down. I’m telling you, the dude was about to tell me who sent him to come for me.
Then, when Mook asked him, it was the look that the dude gave Mook.
He looked at Mook like he was genuinely confused that Mook was playing dumb.
Before he could tell me, Mook pulled the trigger,” she went on, telling me the story that she had already told me before.
“Well, I got that nigga the fuck from around me now. We don’t have to worry about him no more,” I said, and she groaned.
“And that’s where your wrong, Dominique.
I truly believe that you are one of the smartest men that I know, but where you’re going to go wrong in this is thinking that people won’t cross you or do you wrong simply because of who you are.
You saying that we don’t have to worry about Mook no more, but in reality, now is the time when we have to worry about that nigga the most. You just removed his chair from the table.
You ultimately took food out of his mouth, or as my mama likes to say, you cut his water off.
Now, he gotta scurry, and find out how he’s going to make his money.
A nigga with empty pockets is someone that you shouldn’t underestimate.
Desperate times comes with desperate motives,” she got on me, and I took my eyes off the road for a second, so that I could turn, and look at her.
“I weighed out all my options, Riot. You don’t think the thought crossed my mind on killing this nigga?
To me, I feel like that’s too fuckin easy.
I kill him, then he don’t really gotta suffer for long with the consequences that comes with crossing me.
Mook is no longer apart of MBM. If he try to come for me, he gotta get through an entire army of niggas.
It’s one of him. It’s damn near a hundred of us!
” I snapped back, needing her to see it my way as well.
She threw her hands up as if she didn’t want to keep going, but I wanted her to.
I liked the fact that Riot spoke up. She wasn’t a ‘yes man’.
She was that one person in my life that I knew was going to check me, and if she didn’t agree with some shit that I said or did, she was going to make sure that she always spoke on it.
“Nah. Keep going. I want to hear your stance on it,” I replied.
“Hear my stance for what? At the end of the day, your still going to do what your heart is leading you to do. I just want you to stop underestimating niggas. That’s all I’m trying to say to you.
A month ago, when we pulled up at one of your corners, nothing in your mind told you that it could have been a trap that we were walking into.
Yes, Dolo is the man. Yes, Dolo is the nigga in Miami that has the streets on lock with the biggest drug organization, but don’t think that just because you have all of that, that niggas won’t try you.
You pulled that car into a fuckin war zone.
You underestimated dem 9 boyz, and they shot your car the fuck up.
Underestimate Mook if you want to, Dominique.
That’s the only point that I’m trying to make to you!
” she spat, and I knew that I shouldn’t have been smiling, but whenever she gets in that mode, where she starts snapping on me, calling me by my government name, I just love that shit.
“Aww. You don’t want nothing to happen to daddy?” I asked, just trying to soften the vibe up a little bit. I felt like I had her fired up, and at one point, I was fired up a little too, so I was just trying to bring it back down.
When I said that, she scoffed, and waved me off, while picking up her phone, and tending to that.
“You act like saying something nice to your nigga be the hardest shit in the fuckin world. I don’t be knowing if you want to fuck me, or kill me,” I said, putting my full attention on her because we were now sitting at a red light.
My left hand was still on the steering wheel, while I was leaned back in the chair, amazed by this beautiful ass human that I had with me in the passenger seat.
Riot dropped her phone down in her lap, and she turned to look at me.
“I texted you something nice this morning when I woke up. I told you that I missed you,” she defended herself, and I laughed in her face.
“Bae, it’s midnight. You texted me that shit at eight this morning.
Where the fuck the other nice shit at that you supposed to say to your man?
I can give you all the mean shit that you said to me today, but I can only name one nice thing,” I went on, milking it a little bit because she really didn’t say a lot of mean shit to me today. Any other day, she did though.
“I feel like you want me to be like your other hoes from the past,” she flipped that shit on me.
“Aww man. How the fuck we get on hoes, baby? I told you that I don’t know if you wanna fuck me or kill me. What’s the correlation with hoes?” I asked, taking the light because it just turned green.
“I’ll tell you what the correlation is. They were probably super soft with you, and vocal with their feelings.
I’m not like that, so therefore, I feel like you want me to be like them.
You knew how I was when we got together, Dolo.
I do try though, but it’s not something that I can just change overnight.
Don’t pick on me because of it though because you gotta give me time to get better at it,” she voiced.
“I’m not picking on you, bae. When I said that shit a little minute ago about not knowing if you wanna fuck me, or kill me, I swear I was just fuckin with you.
I don’t have any problems with your personality.
I knew the kind of gangsta that I was dealing with from the beginning.
I don’t want you to be anything like the women that I dealt with from the past. Continue doing what you doing.
The fact that you’re so different is what had me falling in love with you in the first place.
I don’t mind that mean shit. You can be mean and compliment a nigga too though.
After you talked all that shit about me, and Mook, you could have ended it, saying that you don’t want anything to happen to me.
That’s all a nigga be wanting to hear baby.
That’s all,” I went on, reaching over, so that I could pick her hand up, and kiss the back of it.
“I went so hard because I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I got her to break, and that’s all I had been trying to do from the beginning.
“That was hard for you?” I asked her.
“It wasn’t,” she said, and I nodded.
“Then keep that kind of shit up. You don’t want anything to happen to me because of what?” I kept going, wanting to hear some more sweet shit coming from her ass.
“Because I love you. I wouldn’t want to do life without you,” she threw in a little something extra for me.
“I love you too, baby. You ain’t gotta be shit like anybody else.
I’m a man, but I got feelings too. That lil nice shit that you say to me is enough to give a nigga a little boost in my day.
I’m fueled by that kind of shit, especially when it comes from you,” I had to let her know, picking her hand up, and kissing it again.
She smiled at my words, and then we dropped it.
I wasn’t going to keep nagging her about it.
Plus, she already fulfilled her duties anyways.
We were getting ready to switch gears anyways and go back to being business partners.
I had a few moves to make, and I wanted her right here with me, making those moves with me.