Street Heiress 3

Chapter 1

Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw

It was quiet in the kitchen. So quiet, that I swear to God you could hear the thump in my chest from my heart beating so quickly. Riot dropped a bomb in front of everyone, that left us all shook.

My pops stood by the sink, a wooden cutting board on the counter as he chopped up a slab of ribs. He paused, eyes locked on Riot, confused as hell about what the fuck was going on. My mama stood there with both hands over her mouth, looking just as confused as my dad.

Tom, their neighbor was standing there with a face that turned red, and in any given moment, he looked as if he was getting ready to pass out.

I had other family members that were here as well, but they were sitting in the family room area, or at the dining room table, so they all seen and heard what just finished taking place. They looked confused too.

My eyes shot down to Riot. I saw the look in her eyes like she was ready to kill this nigga.

I knew the kind of girl that I had. I knew she would attack.

Her gun wasn’t on her right now, but she was the kind of woman that would go over into the kitchen, pick up one of the butcher knifes, and plunge that shit into any part of this man’s body, killing him right on the spot.

I couldn’t let her do that shit right here.

Granted, I would take her to handle her business, but she couldn’t do it here.

This man’s wife was right next door. My parents had cameras out front of their home, plus cameras all throughout the house, that the cops would want them to cough up if Tom’s wife reported him missing.

I’m sure Tom has cameras too. His cameras would show footage of him walking next door to my parents.

That’s a risk that I wasn’t going to allow Riot to take, so I stepped over, put my hand on her arm, so that I could pull her away, wanting her to calm down.

She looked at me with a rage in her eyes that I never really saw before.

I knew that Riot was the kind of person to cry when she got angry, so as she turned to look at me, you could see how watery her eyes were. If she blinked, I’m sure that tears would fall in a second.

“Your father reached for a gun,” when that cracka said that shit, he pretty much just confirmed that Riot was spot on, and she knew exactly what the fuck she was talking about.

At first, I thought she was tripping, and had him confused with someone else, but the moment she called his ass out on his badge number, his real name, and the department that he used to work in, I knew right there that she knew what she was talking about.

“My father didn’t reach for shit but the fuckin registration that you asked him for! His registration was in the glove compartment. The gun was there, but he never reached for it, and you know that!” Riot screamed at him, her voice cracking, and damn near shaking the walls.

“That’s not how it looked in real time,” his ass had the nerve to say, and when she lunged for him, that’s when I stepped in, picked her little ass up, and held her.

I didn’t want her to get an assault charge. He used to work as a cop, so there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he would call the cops.

“Ay. You gotta go man,” my pops stepped in, kicking Tom out.

I didn’t stick around to hear what his response was going to be to that because I carried Riot out of the kitchen. I took her outside, and over to the side of the house, where I eventually put her down on her feet.

She was so angry that I could literally see her body trembling. She did that thing she does where she placed her hands inside her pockets, she looked at me like her heart was truly broken, and she broke down in tears.

I knew how Riot was when it came to showing her emotions.

She rarely showed them. I believe she thought that it made me view her as weak when she cried.

If I even brought up the shit that happened that night at Ari’s house, where she was wilding, jumping on top of my car, and shit, she’ll get mad at me for it because she hated that she carried on like that in front of me.

Even right now, during her tears, she turned around, trying to walk away from me, but I pulled her into me by the loop on the jeans she was wearing, placing her in a bear hug.

“You know I’m going to take you to handle it.

We got a location on this nigga, bae. Same way I got word on Cam, and I took you to handle your business, Ima do the same thing with this one.

We know where he lay his head. I just can’t let you do that shit right now.

It’s going to point back to you. You gotta move smart with it,” I said, holding her from behind, removing one arm that was wrapped around her, only so I could reach that hand up, and wipe away the tears that were slowly falling.

Riot had a bad breakdown. Shit hurt me to see her crying like this.

So much so that I wanted to take her next door right then and there, but it was too much of a risk.

If she goes in there and kills that man right now, they’ll have her booked by tonight, and I loved her way too much to allow her to throw her life away like that.

“I should have never said anything. Now, I gave him room to run. I guess I was just shocked to see him standing there. I know that I have a third eye when it comes to a lot of things, and I pick up on stuff that’ll go over the average person’s head, but this feeling felt so different.

The second he was telling the story about the missing ketchup, and his voice rose, and he announced ‘hey’ the way that he did, it sounded just like the voice in the video.

The same voice he used right before he killed my dad,” she shared, and when she finished, she pushed her hand back, putting it on my hand, so that she could push me back.

She wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were still red. She turned her body around, so that she could face me. She looked up at me, as I stepped forward, placing both hands on the sides of her face, and I repeatedly placed kisses on her forehead.

“This shit not going to end here. Ima take you to handle it,” I assured her one more time. She just nodded her head after I said that.

“Give me a minute. I just want to sit out here for a little bit,” she voiced. I wanted to respect that, so after staring at her for a few seconds, I let her go.

When Riot goes through something, or when something hurts her, I’ve noticed that she likes to sit in that shit on her own for a little bit.

Naturally, it was in me to want to be there for my girl while she’s going through something, but I knew that I had to respect her wishes, give her the space that she was asking me for, so that’s what I did.

I left her out there in the backyard by herself, and I went back inside the house.

Once inside, I saw that Tom was gone. My parents and Diego were all standing in the kitchen, talking amongst themselves, but when I walked in, they all ceased, and looked over at me.

“Where is Riot?” my mom was the first one to ask.

“Still in the backyard. She asked me for a second alone, and I wanted to respect that. This shit crazy,” I responded, pulling out the stool that sat at the island. I ran my hand down my face.

“Diego just told me that Grim was her daddy. I didn’t know that,” my pops said to me, eyes on me, waiting on me to respond.

“Yeah. You knew him?” I asked, just wanting to see.

“Nah. Not on a personal level. I just knew of him. Shit was fucked up in the hood when he was killed. You know he had his own army of niggas that worked with him, so they were making it clear that they were going to slide for him and kill the cop that killed him. It’s almost like they had the cop in the best kind of witness protection that they could find because nobody was ever able to find him.

Shit is crazy because when we met Tom years ago, this nigga told us that he was from Pensacola.

He said that he did twenty years in the Navy, before he moved out here to West Palm to retire.

He was a decent dude. I chill with Tom all the time, and your mama cool with his wife.

Damn. No way I had him around me like that.

I had a crook inside my house this whole time,” my pops went on, and there were so many things that were going through my mind right now.

I was never really cool with Tom like that.

I would speak to him any time that I came over to visit my parents if I saw him outside on his porch or something.

He’s been over here a few times when I visited, probably helping my dad out in the backyard, but still, our conversations were always short.

I never got deep with him, telling him what I did for work, but it made me wonder if my pops ever told that shit to him, especially since the two of them were close, and did have a strong bond.

“Ay, you told that nigga what I do for a living?” I asked my pops, needing to know. If he used to work for the feds, the last thing I needed him to know is what I was out here doing.

“I’m cool with Tom, but nigga, I’m not cool to the point that I would tell him how you out here moving.

Why would I ever do some goofy ass shit like that?

When you first got your G- wagon, he complimented me on it, and he asked me what you did for a living.

I told him that you were a businessman, and he never asked me that question again.

How ya’ll going to handle that though? Your girl tough, man.

She saw right through his ass,” my pops went on to say, and I nodded my head, agreeing with him.

“She not going to rest until she handles him. You think he going to leave town?” I asked him, just wanting to see his stance on it.