19. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #2
Man, when I saw that video on social media of Riot getting attacked like that in jail, that shit made me angry.
The thing about the video, whoever posted that shit, they tried to be slick, and blur out everyone’s face that was involved, except for Riot, but so many times throughout the video, the blur effect would move away, so clear as day, you could tell who was all involved.
I didn’t know any of those other bitches outside of Cam.
I didn’t know her personally, but I knew that she was known in Miami for hitting licks on people.
Breaking into niggas cars, and houses, and shit like that.
Dolo was like a brother to me, so it was only right that I did this favor for him.
No lie, at first when he came to the spot months ago with Riot, I was mesmerized by her, wanting to see if he was claiming her before I tried to push up on her, but once he told me in so little words that Riot was his, I stepped back, and respected it.
There was no bad blood in my body for him getting with Riot, and that’s why I made that call, so that he could bring her to come handle it.
“I told you, I got you. I couldn’t step away from this car in front of me right now because I just had one more thing on it to fix.
I’ll be done with it in ten minutes, I swear.
I’ll pull a loaner out for you, quote you for your windows, and I’ll have you out of here soon, aight? ” I turned around and asked her.
She stood there looking like a nigga. Big ass bitch.
She was dressed in a black sweat suit, with the hood pulled over her head.
I could see it in her eyes that she was getting antsy.
I needed her to stick around because Dolo already texted me, telling me that he was going to be here in five minutes.
“Aight man. Since you got me waiting and shit, whatever loaner that you put me in, please make sure that it’s some fly shit. I want the best of the best. Put me in a foreign whip,” she said, and I forced the laugh that I put out.
“I got you. Go ahead to the back room. It’s left over food and shit still in there. Drinks too. Make yourself comfortable,” I let her know, and I swear her ears perked up at the sound of me telling her that it was food, and drinks in the back.
I didn’t hear any more complaining from her because she quickly disappeared. If only she knew that that was getting ready to be her last meal, and drink so she better enjoy that shit.
Back To Dolo
“And if you get your ass beat, I’m making you walk the fuck home,” I talked shit from behind to Riot, as she was walking ahead of me.
I’d just pulled my car into the lot off to the side at Kent’s shop.
He already told me to come through the garage, so that’s the area where we were walking to.
Riot had already pulled her hair up in the car, locking it in a ponytail.
She removed the jacket that she had been wearing too, leaving her in just a white tank top, and blue denim jeans.
You could see the Glock that was sticking out the buck, tucked in at her waist. She was walking fast as hell, ready to get to this bitch.
“You don’t even believe that I’m going to get my ass beat,” she turned around for a second just to talk shit to me. I laughed, loving that I’m always getting up under her skin.
Before I knew it, we hit the corner and were walking into the garage area of Kent’s shop. Riot got to him first, so she waved at him.
“What’s good? She in the back, in the break room. She packing though. I saw it tucked at her waist, so don’t go in there thinking that she don’t got shit on her,” Kent said to Riot, and she nodded, while also thanking him for coming through for her.
He let her know that it wasn’t a big thing, and then he shook it up with me, and I followed behind Riot, once Kent told us how to get to the back, where the break room was.
I was letting my baby handle her business. I knew the kind of tough bitch that I had. She didn’t need me for backing, but I was still here. I was the eyes that was going to be behind her head.
We reached the back where the break room was, and Riot gave it a few seconds before she turned the handle. Cam was sitting her ass down at the table, with pizza in front of her, chips, wings, and soda on the side. Literally in her own world, thinking that shit was sweet.
She saw Riot and I walk in the room, and she looked as if she’d seen a ghost. She wasn’t a dumb bitch, so she knew what time it was, which is why she reached for her gun, but Riot already had her shit out, and she was able to aim perfectly at Cam’s wrist, shooting the gun out of her hand, having it go flying to the floor.
The gun landed by Riot’s foot, where she kicked it back, and she turned into fuckin bat woman, hopping over tables and shit to get to Cam.
The second she was face to face with her, she swung the gun, pistol whipping this bitch.
“Shit!” even I had to say it because that swing was powerful. I swear I heard bones in her face crack.
“Where… was all this energy in jail? You… you around your nigga now, and you want to show off!” Cam talked shit, mouth leaking blood because that’s where Riot hit her with the gun.
“Bitch, you had me tied down in jail, so I never got the chance to swing!” Riot snapped, swinging the butt of the gun again, but this time, Cam was able to dodge it, anticipating it coming.
When Riot swung, the force caused her body to swing too, so she lost her balance, and that’s when Cam was able to get to Riot, stomping her one good time.
“Ay, you let that bitch beat your ass enough in jail. I’ll excuse that because she had you tied down. Get the fuck up, Riot, and handle your business!” I roared, walking over, giving her that boost that I knew her ass needed right now.
If Riot shot and killed this bitch so early in the game, it would be too easy. She wanted to have her time of one on one, kicking her ass, so that’s what she was doing.
Riot was able to get up, tuck the gun behind her waist, and the two of them went at it. See, you would think that Riot had the disadvantage because she was smaller, but that wasn’t the case. Her size helped her. She could move faster, duck, jump, and all the shit that Cam really couldn’t do.
In the middle of the tussle, I watched as Riot reached in her back pocket for something, and it was a sharp box cutter that she was able to get out, and right there, she started plunging that shit into Cam’s body, letting it pierce her everywhere, and that’s when the fight that Cam was putting in finally came to an end.
“You had to know that you was going to come home from jail and have to face me!” Riot spat, still plunging that box cutter into her skin, sounding like a mad woman right now, completely out of her body.
Cam tumbled back, hitting the foot of one of the chairs, landing on her back. From where I stood, you could see the blood that was coming out of her. She was losing so much blood that she was winded. Her eyes were barely open, as she looked at Riot.
Riot eventually stopped plunging the box cutter into her, tossed it on the ground, and she pulled out her gun that was at her waist. She kneeled before Cam, pulling her by the hair that was on her head, so that she could be close to Riot.
“B…. bitchhh… hurry up, and kill me,” her voice was weak, as she issued out those words to Riot.
“I’m getting to it,” Riot was calm in her response, as she looked Cam in her eyes, who was slowly dying in front of her.
She was letting this girl experience all this pain before she took her out of her misery.
You know how crazy of a bitch you gotta be to hold a bitch up by her hair, and just sit there with them, allowing their body to go through excruciating pain, not wanting to pull the trigger on them until you felt as if they’d endured enough pain?
Each time that it looked as if Cam was transitioning, trying to die on us, Riot would tap her with the gun.
She let her go through that for about five minutes more until she let go of her head, that flew back, hitting the wall.
“Go ahead, and join your brother in hell, bitch!” Riot spoke to her, standing up with the gun in her hand, pointed at her head, and she pulled that trigger damn near ten times.
All she gave her was head shots, and with the gun ringing that many times, there wasn’t much left of her head left when she finished with her. She stepped back, keeping the gun at her side, while she looked at what was left of Cam in front of her.
I walked over to Riot, stood on the side of her, and smiled.
“Good shit, baby,” I hyped her.
“Thank you for the surprise,” she told me.
“Your world, baby. Let me call somebody to clean it up,” is all I said before I walked away from her.
Killing Cam wouldn’t take away the feeling that Riot was left with that she endured while in jail, but I know that it made her feel much better. She got her get back, and that was all that she wanted.
I would be a fool to ever fuck around on her. Shit, she’ll do a nigga the same way that she just did Cam, and I wasn’t trying to ever experience no bullshit like that.