8. Riot St. James
Riot St. James
Iwasn’t working alongside Dolo tonight. Truthfully, I think my nights of following behind him, being his shadow were long gone because he’s been taking me under his wing for weeks, letting me know how his organization operated, so with that, I was at a point where I could spread my wings and fly.
If I did run the streets with Dolo, it would simply be because he wanted me to.
He would want me up under him, just as much as I wanted to be under him, but tonight, he had me on a job.
Mitch was driving me around tonight because I was on duty, dropping off at different trap houses.
My job was to collect inventory, drop off new product, collect counts, and just randomly pop up on niggas because no one expected for there to be a trap oversee today.
By this part in the game, there was no secret that Dolo and I were in a relationship.
As much as I wanted that piece of my life to remain confidential, everyone that worked for Dolo knew, so when I popped up at the traps tonight, no one questioned me on why I was questioning them.
It’s almost like I got a certain kind of respect from everyone because they knew who my nigga was, so they didn’t try me.
If Dolo taught me anything, he taught me not to count money with anyone else.
From day one, he’s always said that that was something that he would do on his own, or he would do it with Kendrick, Bray, Diego, and back when he was friends with Mook, he would count with him as well.
So, when I arrived at the trap house, I went to the back, where I locked myself up in the room, and I did the count that Dolo sent me here for.
The numbers looked good. Now, I had the duffle bag strap on my shoulders, prepared to walk out of the back room.
Just as I was doing that, I had to walk past the bathroom that was in the back.
We were in a small, two-bedroom unit. The unit was so small that with each room that you went in, you could hear conversations through the wall.
I literally would have continued walking, minding my business, but I heard the nigga in the bathroom say my name, so that’s why I decided to stop.
“I don’t know what the fuck Dolo got going on, feel me?
It’s just something about a bitch walking in here, thinking that she going to rule me.
Nigga, I barely listen to my motha fuckin mama.
What the fuck makes you think that I’m going to listen to a bitch that’s barely 5 feet and probably don’t even weigh one hundred pounds? ” the nigga’s name was Rakim.
He was on the other side of the door talking shit. I quietly put the duffle bag down on the floor, not wanting it to make any sound, and I posted with my back against the wall, doing that slow, and quiet as well. I needed to hear what else he had to say.
“Nah. She didn’t come in here bossing us around or no shit like that.
She actually a little bit calmer than Dolo to be honest. She came here, just to remind us of what Dolo wanted us to be doing, and then she went to the back, so that she could count up.
Pussy really rule the world though because she barely been in the picture for two months, and he already sitting her ass high up like that, overseeing niggas that’s been in the game.
Been working for this nigga. I don’t know if I’m tweaking, but that shit kind of rubbing me the wrong way, you know?
I’m putting my freedom and shit on the line for this nigga, but I’m not being moved up in the game.
Sometimes I just feel like I’m getting overlooked,” I didn’t know who he was on the phone with, but this nigga was running his mouth, sounding like a little bitch.
He was quiet for a little bit, and during that time, you could tell that he was listening to whatever the caller was telling him. It took about a minute, and then I heard him laugh. Not sure if a joke was made on the other end of the phone, but he was laughing hard.
“Yeah. I hear you man. That nigga keep trying me, and overlooking me, Ima have to backdoor his ass. Shit, just the other month, I pulled up on my mama. You know she fuckin this new detective, police ass nigga. He started asking me all kinds of questions, trying to be slick, wanting me to walk right into the middle of that trap that he set out. Telling me that for years him and his team haven’t been able to bust Dolo because they don’t have any proof since Dolo moves too smart.
Told me that if I gave him some insight that he would look out for me if shit ever went left.
Just on some green shit, I should backdoor that nigga, and snitch.
You know that I’m not even the type to say some foul shit like this, but I’m too hot about that little bitch coming in here, feeling like she running shit,” he just kept on going, making things worst for himself.
This was the kind of snake ass conversation that you were supposed to have with someone in private.
Like, locked up in a room, with just the two of you, and you had to be sure that there wasn’t anyone around to hear this shit.
You couldn’t come back from this. I had to kill him.
Not sure if he was serious or not, but I wasn’t going to stick around and find out.
For him to even bring up turning Dolo over to the police, that leaves me to believe that the thought had crossed his mind before, and for the right amount of money, he would do some green shit like that.
“Yeah. I feel you. Let me get back to work man. I’ll hit you when I get home,” and like that, the call ended.
I could hear him moving around in the bathroom, and seconds later, he started pissing.
I went ahead and allowed him to get his last piss out of his system before I killed his ass.
I heard the toilet flush, and seconds later, that’s when the doorknob turned.
That was my cue to remove myself from being posted up on the wall, and I walked over to the door, standing directly in front of it, so that when the door opened, I would be the first person that he saw.
Like we were long lost friends, and I hadn’t seen him in a long time, a smile appeared on my face when the door swung open.
There was a look in his eyes as if he’d just seen a ghost. He knew that he’d just fucked up.
He didn’t have to question if I might have heard his conversation because he knew that I did.
Like he invited me inside, I went ahead and stepped into the small bathroom, and I closed the door behind me. I could see the sweat begin to appear on his forehead, and looking at his fingers, they were shaking.
Rakim was tall, so as I stood in front of him, my head stopped right at his chest. I placed my hands behind my back, holding them together, while tilting my head to the side, getting ready to ask him a question.
“Who were you on the phone with?” I calmly asked him.
“That was my brotha. I don’t know how much you heard, but I ain’t mean no disrespect—”
“Pussy, you threatened to turn my nigga over to the feds. You meant the disrespect!” I shot, cutting him off, reaching for the gun that I had tucked behind me, and I was quick with whipping it out, and pointing that shit in his face.
That was the reason why I’d placed my hands behind my back anyways. I didn’t want him to see when I went for the gun. You could tell that he didn’t expect me to pull my shit out on him because his eyes grew big, as he put his hands up, and you could see the look of fear resting in his eyes.
“Chill. Chill the fuck out. You ain’t gotta kill me over that shit.
I swear to God I was just fuckin around.
That’s how I fuck off with my brother. Dolo know me.
Dolo knows the kind of nigga that I am. He knows that I would never backdoor him and turn him over to the feds.
Come on. I been working for Dolo for about two years now.
He knows how I’m coming!” he pleaded, backing away from me, and his ass ended up falling back into the tub, down on his ass, still with his hands up, pleading for me not to shoot him.
“I can guarantee you that if Dolo was standing outside this door, and he heard you laughing and joking on the phone with your brother, saying how you were going to turn him over to the feds, that he would have done the same thing that I’m doing.
This is the dope game, nigga. Not a fuckin comedy special.
In this game, niggas don’t make jokes about turning their leader over to the feds.
You made a joke about being disloyal, and I stood outside the door, listening to you chuckle at that shit like it was funny.
The second you allowed that rat ass comment to fly out of your mouth, you become a motha fuckin liability.
Choose your jokes a little better when you get to wherever the fuck I’m about to send you,” I spat, pointing the gun towards his head because I wanted a straight headshot.
“Please. Please,” he kept begging.
“Pow! Pow!”
All it took was two shots to the head, ending that nigga instantly.
The second the bullets sounded off in the apartment, three of the men that were up front that Dolo kept stationed here to work, came running from the front.
It’s almost like they knew that the shots came from the bathroom, and since I didn’t lock the door behind me when I walked in, they were able to open the door, and each of them had their guns drawn, not knowing what they were getting ready to walk into.
Once they saw that it was Rakim that was down, stretched out in the tub with blood leaking from his head, and not me, that’s when they lowered their guns.
“What the fuck! Riot, you good?” that was Leon that asked me this.
He was the same age as me, and according to Dolo, Leon had been working for him for about eight months now. Dolo spoke highly of Leon, saying that he liked the work that he put in with the business, and that he was loyal.