8. Riot St. James #3
I guess God was on my side when I went because they had the device in stock and was able to do it for me the same day.
I really don’t know if I was just dramatic, and I had a very low pain tolerance, but that shit hurt.
It was uncomfortable, and painful. I felt pressure, and discomfort.
Hours later, that shit brought on cramping that had me in the bed that entire night.
I didn’t even work with Dolo that night.
We haven’t had sex since the IUD was placed in me because I was too afraid to.
Even with him getting ready to pull up on me tonight, I doubt we have sex because I could tell that he was upset about what had gone down tonight.
I eventually finished up in the shower. I was in here for over thirty minutes because I wasted so much time just standing under the water, plus I needed to wash my hair, and that took up majority of the time.
Now, I was out, with a towel wrapped around my body, and another one wrapped around my head.
I went over to the sink, so that I could brush my teeth, and wash my face.
Once I finished with that, I went out into my bedroom, so that I could add lotion and oil to my body, and I slipped into my pajamas.
The next part was the part that I absolutely hated, but I knew that I needed to tend to my hair now because if I didn’t, I was going to regret it in the morning.
What I needed to do to my hair wasn’t a long process, but it was tedious and I just hated doing it.
I had to go through it section by section, applying the curly hair products that my mom recommended for me. I detangled my entire head, and each section that I went through, I put big twist. The curls would just hit better in the morning, once I allowed the twist to sit in overnight.
Once I finished up, I straightened up the room a little bit, the bathroom, and then I got in bed. I really didn’t know if Dolo was coming over tonight. I mean, he said he would, but I wasn’t too sure. I hung the phone up on him, so his ass was probably mad at me about that.
I kept dozing off, trying to stay up for him, just in case he called. I eventually got into a deep sleep, but the sound of my phone vibrating on the bed woke me up. My room was pitched dark, but I could see the clock on my nightstand, seeing that it was after two in the morning.
I looked at my phone, and Dolo’s name was flashing on the screen. Groggy, I went ahead, and answered, putting the call on speaker.
“Hey,” my voice came out raspy.
“Open the door. I’m outside,” he said.
“I’m coming,” and with that, I hung the phone up.
I climbed out of the bed, and I walked over to the light switch on the wall, turning the light on in the room.
I slipped on my house shoes, walking through the house, making my way over to the front door.
I disabled the alarm, looked out of the peephole, just to make sure that it was him, and it was.
He stood on the other side of the door, dressed in all black, with his hands inside his pockets, waiting on me.
I opened the door for him, and he stood there with a look on his face that wasn’t too readable.
Any time that Dolo would see me after not being around me for a few hours, you could see the excitement in his eyes.
I didn’t get that look from him tonight.
Behind his prescription Prada glasses, there were just his normal brown eyes that looked a little tired from running the streets all night.
I stepped back, so that he could walk inside the house.
Once he was in, he reached back to look the door.
I walked closer to him, and while I looked up at him, he looked down at me.
I raised my arms, putting them around his neck, and I jumped up, so that he could carry me.
His hands went for my ass, holding me there, and he walked us, knowing his way through the townhouse, taking me to the back, where my room was.
He walked with me up the stairs and everything.
Instead of sitting on my bed, he chose to sit down on the ottoman, that was directly in front of the bed.
He lowered me into his lap, having me straddle him.
His hands were still glued to my ass, as he watched me intensely.
We still hadn’t spoken two words to each other.
He had his own thoughts, and I had mine.
It felt like it was tension though, so I went ahead, and released a sigh, so that I could get down to the problem that I felt we had.
“Why I feel like you’re mad at me for handling a problem that you had within your organization?
Did you talk to Leon, and them when you got to the trap?
If you did, then they would have told you the reason why I had to kill Rakim.
That nigga was on the phone, upset that he didn’t turn you over to the feds when he got the chance!
What is it that you like to tell me? A thank you would be nice, right?
Well, in this case, a thank you would be nice, nigga!
” I snapped, pushing him because the more I talked, the angrier the situation made me.
I hate that feeling of knowing that I did a favor for someone, or I caught something for them before the situation could blow up and feeling like I’d gotten their ass to kiss. That’s how Dolo made me feel in this moment, so I stood up from his lap, wanting to get away from him for a few seconds.
“Chill the fuck out. Did I walk in this bitch and tell you that I was mad at you? No! You on ten right now, Riot. Give a nigga time to process what the fuck happened tonight at the spot. Damn. I was going to thank you for handling it. I ain’t mad at you for how you handled it.
I talked to Leon, and they told me why you did what you did.
I’m mad at the fact that you even had to do it, feel me?
Every other week, I feel like the business is undergoing more bullshit.
I got this shit going on with dem 9 boyz, a nigga that was supposed to be like a brother to me was stealing from me, and now this.
I hate that things keep happening, and when it does happen, you always get caught right in the middle of it,” he went on, and the last part of his sentence stood out to me, over everything else that he said.
“You feel like I’m bad luck then?” I had to ask.
“Bruh, when the fuck did I say that you were bad luck? Out of everything that I just said to you, please tell me the part where I told you that you were bad luck?” he snapped back at me.
“You didn’t say it. You fuckin implied it!” I was on his ass just like he was on mine.
“No. That’s the way that your ass interoperated that shit.
Riot, you know me now. You know that I don’t talk in circles for no fuckin body.
If I felt like your ass was bad luck, I would have said it, and I would have quickly gotten you away from the organization.
You looking for a problem with me, and you hearing what you want to hear.
I told you that I’m tired of undergoing all this bullshit, and your always caught up in the middle of it.
If anything, what I was trying to tell your ass is that I’m sick of watching you get put in the middle of the shit that I got going on.
You’ve been involved in a shootout with me, a nigga snuck into my warehouse and was able to get close enough to you to almost kill you, and now this shit that happened tonight.
That’s all that I’m trying to say,” he went on, and I nodded.
“Is this the part where you tell me that you regret putting me on with you, and that your thinking about letting me go? Please let me know so that I can go on a rant and tell you that this is the sole fuckin reason why I don’t like to take favors from no fuckin body!
” I screamed, hoping that this wasn’t the part where he left my ass high and dry, just like Gold did me when I came home from jail.
“Riot, what the fuck is you on tonight? Stop trying to speak for a nigga and stop putting words in my mouth! Why the fuck would I have to let you go because you killed a nigga that said he was going to turn me over to the feds?” he barked, and I rushed over to him, getting in his face.
“Because that’s how the fuck your acting! Your acting like your mad that I did it!” I screamed, getting so mad that I pushed his ass.
“I just told you the fuckin reason why I’m upset bruh! Bullshit keeps happening!” he shot.
“That I feel like your lowkey blaming me for!” I wouldn’t let it go.
He did one of those laughs that you would do right before you completely get out of your body. He looked at me for a few seconds, as I was standing in front of him, and then he placed his hand on my hip, so that he could move me out of the way.
“I ain’t got the energy to go at it with you tonight. Ima head out,” he said.
“Fuck you, Dominique! Stop acting like the shit that’s happening within your organization is my fuckin fault.
If anything, you need to do a better fuckin job at picking out the people that you’re going to have working for you!
” I was out of my body for real because any other time, I wouldn’t have said no shit like that.
Yeah, I probably would have said it to someone else, but I wouldn’t have said it to Dolo.
You could tell that he was even shocked that I said that to him because he paused from walking over to the door, clenching his jaws, and the little bit of chin hair that he had, he pulled on it, as he walked over to me.
“Ay, watch your mouth bruh. You wildin. Watch your motha fuckin mouth!” he snapped, picking his hand up, and with his right hand, he pointed his finger at my temple. I reached up, knocking his hand out of the way.
“I don’t gotta watch shit. I said what the fuck I said,” I was furious with this nigga right now. You know the kind of mad that you get, when your seconds away from crying? That’s how I was feeling.