Chapter 7 #2
“I knew you were going to say that. Don’t take this as me coming at you like some green ass nigga, that’s trying to step on another nigga toes.
That’s not what I’m trying to do here. I ain’t telling you to replace nobody.
You know I been coming to your spot for years, man.
No disrespect to the niggas that you got downstairs at the door, or the ones that you keep on call to walk the club, but them niggas not real security.
Them just some big ass niggas that your related to, and you gave them a job.
I know them niggas not licensed. Doing security at a big ass, popular club like this is dangerous to not have them licensed,” I went on, selling myself, and Mark was following me, eyes on me, interested in the things that I was saying to him.
“Keep your people. You can keep them here, but all I ask is that when I get my shit up and running, let me train em. Let them come over here and get licensed. Put them under a real security company. This your business that you’re running, right?
You gotta run this motha fucka like one.
I ain’t telling you to fire them. Shit, I think it’ll be a good move to keep the men that you already have, especially since they already have a bond here with the staff, and the crowd that comes in.
I will bring in extra men though. Real coverage in the parking lot, floor patrol, and have others watching cameras and shit,” I finished with my pitch.
I could tell that Mark fucked with what I was saying to him because he ended up smiling, and he stuck his hand out, so that I could slap it up with him. I saw the nigga go in the restroom and wash his hands, so that’s the only reason why I didn’t leave him hanging.
“I fuck with it. We can lock in with something,” he responded, and that got a smile out of me.
“I appreciate it, man. Like I said though, don’t hand me shit.
Start me out on your slowest night. Keep a close eye on my guys, and if you notice that their visibly tightening shit up around here, and you can see the difference, that’s when we can talk bigger.
In the meantime, let’s start out small,” I told him.
“We can do that. I’ll give it to you man and let you know that you have a way with your words.
You know how many niggas come to me on a daily, trying to lock in some kind of business deal with me?
After doing bad business with my brother, and falling out with him, I made a promise that I didn’t want to work with anyone when it came to my club.
You a solid dude, Dolo. I always told you that.
You could have come at me, trying to get rid of my men, and tried to bring in brand new faces, but you didn’t.
You saw an opportunity that my niggas were lacking, offering to get them licensed, and step it up around here, so I fuck with you for that,” he let me know, and we shook to that again.
I was getting ready to head out, so that I could go back out with my guys.
“Where your girl at? She never come in here with you,” he said, bringing up Riot.
“We beefing right now. I put her ass on punishment. She don’t fuck with the club shit though. It’s not her vibe,” I voiced, and he laughed.
“You wild, man. Go ahead and get back to your boys. Ima send some bottles over there. We’ll talk,” he reminded me again. From there, I left out.
Mark bringing up Riot caused me to think about her.
It’s just to show you that when G- Herbo got in the booth and he said, ‘beefing with my bitch right now but life still lit’ that his ass was just saying shit because that was a fuckin lie.
I’m trying to be big gangsta, and keep her ass in that fuckin doghouse, but I felt like the punishment was hurting me more than it was hurting her.
It’s going on four days. Her petty ass took most of her shit from my house, and I knew she went back to Ari’s crib.
I haven’t seen her since I left the house that day. Her ass hasn’t been coming into work. Let that would have been anyone else, I would have fired their ass. Riot knew the shit she could pull with me, and that’s why she wasn’t coming into work.
I’m not gone hold you, she pissed me clean the fuck off.
I do right by this girl, man. I got my niggas talking shit to me, calling me a simp, telling me that I was pussy whipped, and all kind of shit because even they could tell that I was treating this girl right.
I’m so locked in with her that I barely come to the strip club like I used to.
Even with me coming tonight, all the guys were shocked that I came along.
I don’t text other bitches. I’m not in other bitches faces, and I’m damn sure not fuckin them like her crazy ass accused me of doing.
I didn’t like that feeling. That feeling where you know you’ve been doing everything right, but then someone is accusing you of some shit that you know you aren’t out here doing.
I knew it was a chance that Riot would get upset that I didn’t come back and pick her up.
Because I felt like that, that’s why I went through Uzi.
I knew I had a big meeting coming up, and if I had texted Riot, telling her that I couldn’t pick her up, she would have probably snapped, throwing my whole vibe off, so I did what I could to avoid an argument.
On the other hand, I knew that me, and her just had a conversation the other night, and she was telling me that it was a goal for her to have a business too.
I’m thinking I’m being a good nigga to her by having her shadow Uzi, but she didn’t see it that way.
Shit went left and her ass started telling me that I smelled like another bitch, and when her goofy ass smelled my dick, after I warned her that I was going to fall out with her if she did it, she pretty much picked her side.
The side was that she didn’t trust me, and she had to sit with that for a while.
Yeah, I missed her. I missed the fuck out of her, but I was keeping her ass in the doghouse.
As soon as I walked out of the office, I could hear somebody coming up the stairs.
It only took one second for me to wonder who it could be before the person came up, and I could see them.
It was Jazelle. She was walking like she was in a hurry, with her head down in her phone, texting away, so she didn’t see me yet.
She eventually looked up, saw me, and she paused. You could tell that she was shocked. I haven’t seen her in a little minute. Last time I talked to her is when me and Riot were in Mexico, and she called my phone with all that bullshit.
She rolled those big ass eyes of hers when she saw me, sucked her teeth, and mumbled something up under her breath.
“That’s my mood too, love. A nigga ain’t happy to see you either,” I had to let her know.
“Fuck you, Dolo,” she spat, getting all angry. She had all this anger built up, while I was just standing here chilling, getting a kick out of this shit.
“That’s what you want to do. That’s why you so angry,” I went on, about to walk away because if Riot knew I was talking to this bitch, she would be ready to slap my ass down.
Yeah, I was beefing with my bitch, but I wasn’t a green nigga to be carrying on a conversation with a woman that I used to fuck in the past.
When I said that to her, she scoffed.
“Nigga please. You must haven’t heard who I’m fuckin. I’m not thinking about you. I got a nigga with more money,” she said, and that’s when I really laughed in her face.
She had to know that that was a lie. She was just pulling shit out of her ass and saying it at this point.
I could have talked so much shit back to her.
I could have flexed. I could have flashed the AP watch on my wrist and ended this conversation just by doing that.
I could have pulled out bank statements, but for what?
I didn’t have to prove shit to her because she knew that her nigga didn’t have more money than me.
Plus, if I stood here, and argued with her, then she would win.
That’s what she wanted to do, so she could find my bitch, and tell her that we had a conversation.
I wasn’t falling for that shit, so I left her ass right there, took the stairs down, and I was back out on the main floor of the club.
I walked back over to the section where my niggas were.
The bottles had already come over, strippers were in the section, big blunts had already been rolled, and everyone was chilling.
I took a spot next to Kendrick, who wanted to know if everything was cool, and I assured him that it was, and how I would let them know what we talked about whenever we left.
In the meantime, I poured myself a shot, and I started rolling up, wanting to smoke a fat blunt too.
I got the blunt rolled, lit it, and I took a long pull. They had some good music playing throughout the club, so as I smoked, I bobbed my head to the music.
Five minutes into that, I looked towards the entrance of our section, and I could see Ari walking up, with two more of the bottle girls.
Each of them had trays in their hands, that held food.
Whenever we came to the club, these niggas liked to order food like it was the last supper.
I couldn’t fault them though because the food was good here.
Made you feel like you were at a soul food spot.
Ari and the girls went around the section, passing out food, and they must have told her that I was here because she put my usual order in front of me.
Hot wings that were fried hard, with fries.
She knew that I fucked with the mozzarella sticks too, so she placed those in front of me as well.
Once everybody had their food, the other two bottle girls left, but Ari stayed.
She tucked the tray that she had been holding up under her arm, and she looked at me.
“What’s good, Ari?” I asked her.
“You know I got a bone to pick with you, nigga. What’s up?” she asked me, and I laughed at her question, knowing that she was getting ready to ride for her cousin. That’s how women were though.
Women could be dead ass wrong, but they were always going to have somebody in their corner, backing them, pacifying them, telling them that the shit they did wasn’t wrong.
“And before you try to check some shit, ask yourself do you have the full story, or do you only have the version that she gave you?” I asked, putting the blunt down because I wasn’t trying to blow the smoke in her face.
“She told me word for word what happened, and I told her that she was wrong. I got on her, telling her that she shouldn’t have accused you of cheating, especially since you never gave her a reason to feel like you were cheating.
How long you supposed to have her on punishment, Dolo?
You hurt her fuckin feelings for real,” she told me, and my niggas were right here, and could hear, so they laughed, while shaking their heads.
“Report back to her and tell her that she hurt my fuckin feelings too,” I let her know, and she waved her hand at me, and was about to walk away, but I stopped her.
“She good though?” I hate that I even asked. I’m supposed to be angry at her, but look at me, still checking in.
“You know Riot. She’s in a fucked up mood.
You know her ass don’t cry in front of people, but she broke down in front of me yesterday.
I guess she’s been texting you, and you haven’t been responding.
The two of you going to have to learn how to communicate properly.
It hasn’t even been a year yet, but ya’ll keep a problem.
When you leave here, go check on your girl, Dolo.
That’s not the way you supposed to handle shit.
You committed to a relationship nigga, and you can’t just get mad, and stop talking to her like that for days,” she told me.
“Ari, I think the biggest part that ya’ll missing is the fact that I’m not in the wrong here yo.
Your cousin is. Whatever goofy ass thoughts were placed in her head, she believed that shit, and she ran with it.
You know I’m nowhere near the same nigga that I was before I got with Riot.
I’m out here bent over backwards, doing everything that I gotta do so that I don’t fuck up.
I changed the way I move. Changed a lot of my habits.
All that shit. It rubbed me the wrong way that she would accuse me of something that she know damn well I’m not out here doing,” I shot.
“Dolo, I’m not saying that your wrong for being mad.
I already told you that I got on Riot and told her that she was wrong in this situation.
The only thing I don’t like that your doing is how your shutting her out.
That’s your girlfriend at the end of the day.
You need to go talk to her,” she finished, not even giving me a chance to respond back to her because she had already walked away.
I sucked my teeth and got so aggravated that I put the blunt out. I didn’t even have the energy to finish my food, so I sat back, throwing my back against the velvet couch.
“Ay man, go make shit right with your girl. I know we like to clown you, and call you a simp, but I respect the shit that you got going on with Riot. That’s sis right there.
That girl loves you, and I know you love her too.
Go handle your business,” Kendrick said to me.
I shook my head, and my brother, and Bray who were sitting right here, and had heard the entire thing as well, backed the things that Kendrick was telling me.
I knew it was best that I left anyway because my entire vibe was thrown off. I slapped it up with them, let them know that I would chop it up with them later, and I stood up to go.
Crazy how she was the one in the wrong, accused a nigga of cheating, now I gotta be the one to hit her, and try to fix our shit.
Crazy man. I swear I loved being in a relationship with my girl, and I loved the shit that we had going on, but this relationship shit is so fuckin complicated.
Niggas should have given me a rule book before I hopped my ass in this shit.