Chapter 6
Riot St. James
“Come on. You running the streets with me this morning. Dolo texted me like twenty minutes ago, telling me that he got caught up doing something, and that he wasn’t going to make it back over here in time to get you.
He asked me if I could drop you back off to his place, but I told him that I would let you move around with me today, and then I’ll drop you off.
That’s cool?” Uzi asked, walking over to me, where I was standing inside the gun range, loading bullets into the Draco that I had been shooting with.
Her class ended well over fifteen minutes ago, but on days when we would shoot, Uzi would allow us to stay in the range for as long as we wanted to, so that we could let off some steam, or just perfect our aim.
The Draco was one of my favorite guns. I had been shooting it for the past ten minutes, in my own world, not even aware of the fact that for the longest, I had been the only one that was in the range.
I stopped loading the bullets into the magazine, and I took the headphones off my ear, feeling like I might have heard her wrong. I just knew that she was fuckin with me by telling me that Dolo wasn’t outside to come pick me up.
“What you mean he got caught up doing something? Caught up doing what? He knows that I’m usually finished around 7:30!” I snapped, reaching in the back pocket of the jeans that I was wearing, so that I could check for any missed calls or messages from Dolo, but there wasn’t any.
“Riot, it’s cool. I have a few businesses that I have to check on this morning, so I don’t mind pulling you along with me. Finish shooting those last rounds, and then meet me out front,” she let me know, and then she turned, and walked away.
I didn’t even have the urge to shoot anymore.
I started side-eyeing Dolo and wondering what the fuck he could possibly be doing.
I think I was only taking it so hard because I was just around Ari, and the rest of my cousins last night.
Our cousin Janiyah just moved into a new apartment, so we all went over to her spot last night.
We ordered pizza and helped her set up her new place.
You know when women got together, that they liked to gossip.
Well, my cousins liked to gossip. Half of the time, I would tune them out and continue to float in my own little world.
For whatever reason, I paid a little bit of attention to their conversation last night.
The topic was men, and cheating. All my cousins felt like men cheat, but it was just different levels of cheating.
I didn’t take part in the conversation, but I remember sitting there, feeling like there was no way in hell that Dolo would ever cheat on me, but now I’m side-eyeing the fuck out of him.
I usually knew the business that he had to handle.
I don’t know if I was being dramatic, but I felt like he just threw me here, and left me to fiend for myself.
That fucked with my nerves, and even though at first I didn’t have the urge to shoot anymore, I ended up picking the Draco up that was in front of me, holding it up, and pointing it at the target.
I started letting off round after round.
By the time I finished shooting, there wasn’t anything left of the target.
After that, I cleaned my area. My bag that I would bring with me to the class, I sat it on the loading table before me, and I added my things inside.
I was finished with the Draco, so I stored it with the rest of the guns.
I left out of the range, and before heading out front, where I knew Uzi was, I chose to go to the restroom, so that I could wash my hands.
When I finished, I left out, and the security that was still here, I spoke to him. I walked out front, where Uzi was parked in her Lamborghini Urus. She had it running. I walked over to it, pulled the passenger door open, and I hopped inside, getting in the passenger seat.
Uzi was such a businesswoman, and you could tell that even on those times when she was supposed to be chilling, she would find the time to work.
Right now, she had a journal that was on the middle compartment, and she was writing things down.
Not to be all in her business, but I glanced over at what she was writing, and I could just see that it was inventory that she was jotting down.
“You ready?” she asked me, and I just nodded my head, letting her know that I was.
She lifted the middle compartment, tossed the journal inside, and she pulled out of the spot.
Uzi drove fast, just like Dolo. She didn’t slow down until we made it onto that back street that would lead to her warehouse.
It was the street where she had security posted.
She spoke to them, let them know that she was gone for the day, and that they could lock up.
From there, she pushed it, and I sat back, falling in love with the way her car was rumbling, as she did at least 80 miles on this back road.
“Dolo didn’t tell you what he had to do?” I asked her. I could have easily called him, or texted him, asking him why he didn’t come and pick me up, but I was mad with the nigga now, so I wasn’t going to ask.
“He didn’t say. In the text that he sent me, he told me that he knew you were going to be mad, and that’s why he texted me.
You fuckin with a hustler, Riot. Shit going to always come up.
Dates going to get canceled. Back when Loco and I started dating, and we were both in the streets, dates would get canceled all the time,” she said to me.
“You think he’s cheating on me?” I hated that I even asked that shit because I felt like I looked weak. I felt like a weak ass bitch, and I hated that for me.
“What? Riot, girl, what? No. I think that nigga is doing something business related right now,” she told me. I just nodded, not saying anything.
I gave it a few seconds, and then I turned in my seat, so that I could look at her.
“You think all men cheat? Be honest. This is the only relationship that I’ve ever been in.
I hope I’m not being dumb, and gullible, feeling like I’m exempt from getting cheated on.
I hate to use you as an example, but your right in front of me, so has Loco ever cheated on you?
” I asked, needing some kind of confirmation from her.
I think I was letting the shit that my cousins were saying last night get in my head.
Granted, none of them ever stated that Dolo was going to cheat on me, but they kept pushing the narrative that all men cheated.
Then, his ass goes, and disappears on me this morning, so now I was having doubts, and I was worried.
“No, I don’t feel like all men cheat. I have a lot of women that I’m around on a daily.
I have three sisters. Don’t get me wrong, two of my sisters have been in some fucked up relationships with dog ass men in the past, but the men that they are with now would never!
Now, do I think that all niggas look at other bitches?
That, I do. Shit, I look at other bitches.
I’m not gay, but we live in Miami, and there are some beautiful ass women out here.
Niggas are going to look, so yes, I feel like all men do that, but cheating as in sticking their dick in another bitch?
I don’t think that every man does that. Oh, and to answer the last part of your question, no, Loco has never cheated on me.
You have to let these niggas know up front that your crazy, and that you will kill them for cheating.
Maybe that’s what worked because I never had another bitch come to me as a woman,” she let me know, and I nodded my head.
“Riot, that nigga not coming to pick you up one time is not equivalent to him cheating. Dolo is the hottest, youngest dope boy out right now. If he was fuckin around on you, girl them hoes would be lined up at your door, breaking their necks to let you know that your nigga is cheating on you. Why didn’t you just call him, and ask him why he didn’t pick you up?
Why you sitting there coming up with shit that he might be doing? ” she asked me.
“Just like he didn’t call me to tell me that he wasn’t going to get me, I’m not calling him to ask him why he didn’t get me,” I said, and she laughed.
“Touché,” was her response.
“Did he tell you about Turks though?” she asked me, and I groaned.
“He told me the other day. I told him that he could go. I’m not even being weird by not going, but Uzi, you gotta understand that I’ve never really been the kind of person to hang around a bunch of women.
I can hardly tolerate the women in my family.
I’m a homebody, and a loner. When I get around other people that don’t know that about me, they think that I’m being rude, or that I feel like I’m better than them for distancing myself, when truly that’s just how I am.
Bitches hated me in jail for doing that shit.
I don’t know how to act when I get around a lot of people.
I feel like I start acting weird,” I was honest, and she laughed at the last part of my statement.
“You not going to feel that way once you get around us. I’m telling you.
Everybody going to be cool. One thing that I can say about the people that’s in my life is that we’re big on respect.
Dolo is family, and you’re his girl, so just off that, everybody going to respect you.
Just come. We’re going to have a fuckin ball.
Dolo told me that he run shit in your relationship, so between me, and you, girl he said that he going to make your ass go,” she said, and even though I didn’t want to, I ended up laughing.
I couldn’t even say that the nigga was lying because Dolo was running shit, and that’s major coming from me.