Chapter 9
Jazelle Brown
“I’m so shocked with Dolo. I keep trying to forget about the shit, but it’s no way.
It’s no way he got with that girl and suddenly was able to do all the things with her that I’ve always wanted him to do with me.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous. I will honestly give that to her, but other than that, she has the body of a fuckin ten-year-old little boy.
I’m over here stacked. Ass and titties for days.
Face pretty as hell. It’s no way,” I vented to my homegirls, and cousins that were sitting at the booth with me.
We were at a popular lounge in downtown Miami. It was R&B night tonight, so the vibes were really good. The music, food, and hookah were all up to par. I had the night off tonight from working at the club, so I decided to step out with my girls.
Whenever we would go out, we always have something to discuss, and tonight, we, along with the rest of Miami were discussing these videos and pictures of Riot, and Dolo.
None of us could believe it. Dolo has never been a social media nigga.
I mean, never. He had a burner account, but it had a lot of followers because everyone knew that it was him.
Dolo would probably post something in his story once a year.
I don’t know who he was feeling like last night, but this man made a post last night.
An actual post on his page, and it had the girls sick to our stomachs.
Don’t get me wrong, the post was sweet, but none of us expected that kind of post from him.
You know how you can make a post on Instagram and add multiple pictures, and videos to the thread?
That’s what he did. If anyone ever needed to know whether he loved that girl, baby, he showed it last night!
It was a twenty picture/ video thread. Pictures from Mexico.
Pictures that he took of her sleeping. Text messages, where he would tell her that he loved her.
Money that he gave her. The last two videos were crazy.
You could obviously tell that in one of the videos they were having sex.
Dolo wore glasses, so through the lens, you could see that she was bouncing in his lap, but she wasn’t exposed or anything.
I can’t even lie, that last video was fire. I couldn’t even hate on it.
The caption for that post was simple. Just a simple, ‘I ain’t gone lie… I’m territorial as fuck bout my lil shit’. In true Dolo hood form, he showed everybody that he loved her and wasn’t going to play about her.
“Let me say something cousin, and I’m going to be gentle because I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” my big cousin, Aleeyah said to me. She was sitting right next to me. She was older than me by two years.
Aleeyah was married, and she had two small children. We were close. We would clash from time to time because she was one of those people that always wanted to be right. Plus, she said the things to you that you needed to hear. Not the things that you wanted to hear.
I turned my head to look at her, ready to hear whatever it was that she was going to lay on me.
“I feel like all the things that you just said is where a lot of women go wrong. We think because we have the better body, we’re prettier, and all those other physical things, that naturally we’re the better pick.
Don’t get me wrong, attraction does matter.
These Miami niggas can be very shallow when it comes to that, and their cocky too, so of course they want to be walking around with the baddest bitch on their arms, but when a man is talking about building, and actually settling down with someone, half of the time, it’s not going to have anything to do with the physical,” she started, and the entire table was quiet, looking at her, following, ready to see where else she was getting ready to go with this.
Aleeyah was the only woman at the table that was married. Me, and the rest of the women wanted to be married as well, so we would often get a lot of our insight from her.
“You can be the baddest bitch in the world, but that doesn’t mean that you are the one that a nigga wants to settle down with.
We don’t know Riot on a personal level. All we really know is that from the outside, the bitch is drop dead gorgeous.
That’s all we know. Dolo is the one that obviously knows more about her.
Maybe she came into his life and made his life easy.
Maybe she made him feel safe. Seen. Respected.
We don’t know the things that stood out that made him choose her, but a lot of times, that’s how it works.
With men, it’s always going to take that one person to change them.
Riot just happened to be the one to do that,” she finished, and I rolled my eyes because obviously that wasn’t the shit that I wanted to hear.
“I do feel like men change for who they want to change for. That part is true, but I feel like Dolo never really gave me a fair shot. From the moment we met, he made it clear to me that he wasn’t looking for a relationship.
He told me that with the life he was living, he wouldn’t be able to settle down.
All the things his ass told me that he wasn’t going to be able to do, he turned around and did them with her.
He gave her a chance. He didn’t give me one,” my voice cracked a little bit.
I was getting in my feelings with this conversation.
I thought that I moved on, especially since I was fuckin with someone right now, but when I ran into Dolo last night at the club, it’s like all the feelings that I thought I buried had resurfaced.
Then, I woke up to his ass trending all over social media because of the shit that he posted online with him, and Riot.
“Jazelle, that’s just how it works with men. If that man isn’t ready to be with you, he just isn’t ready. Maybe it was Riot who he was ready to be with,” she finished, and I just waved her off.
We continued to linger on it a little bit, and then we switched gears. I excused myself from the booth, telling the ladies that I was going to sit at the bar for a little bit. I could use a little moment by myself, which is what I chose to do.
I was able to snag a spot at the end of the bar, and I sat my small purse on the counter.
The bartender was quick to come over to me and ask me what I wanted.
My drink of choice never really switched up, so I put in an order for a lemon drop, and because I was so annoyed with the conversation that we just finished having at the table, I also ordered a shot of Don Julio 1942.
I could use it, and knowing me, it wasn’t going to be my last shot, either.
It didn’t take long for the bartender to sit the items that I just ordered in front of me. I took the shot first, and right when I was getting ready to pick up my lemon drop, I felt movement to the left of me. Someone had come over and was pulling the stool out next to me.
At first, I didn’t think anything of it, but when I looked again, it was clear that I knew this person.
Not on a personal level. We didn’t have each other’s number or anything like that, but him, and his crew would often come down to the club, and I’ve had their section plenty times in the past. It was Elijah.
One of the leaders of dem 9 boyz. I haven’t really seen him, or anyone in his crew come to the club in a little minute.
There was once a time when they were in there just as much as MBM. Whenever we knew that both crews would be at the club, we made sure that we kept their sections far away from each other because there wasn’t any secret in Miami that the crews didn’t get along.
“Elijah?” I called his name out, just to make sure that it was him.
He turned to look at me, gave me a small smile, and then he reached his arm out, so that he could lean in, and wrap it around me.
He smelled good. The nigga looked stressed out though.
It’s been a minute since I saw him, and in that time, he’d managed to grow out a full beard.
The hair on his head looked as if it hadn’t been cut in months.
He had a line up though, so it didn’t look bad that he’d grown his hair out.
“What’s up, Jazelle? How you doing?” he asked, after he pulled away from the hug, and he took the spot that was right next to me.
“I’m chilling. I haven’t seen you or your crew at the club in a little minute. How are you?” I asked him, and he sighed.
“Shit, we got a lot going on right now, so we don’t really have all the free time to play around right now, you know?
Once we get everything back right with the business, we’ll start pulling up again.
We miss it out there though. I was just talking to my brother on the way over here, and he was telling me that he can’t wait until we can start back hitting the clubs up, and shit,” he voiced.
I wanted to ask him what happened, but I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
Drug dealers had to really trust you for them to tell you intimate details within the business.
I remember when I was dealing with Dolo, and his ass was always so fuckin secretive.
We could be together, and he would get a call that was business related, and he would just up, and leave.
I learned a long time ago not to ask him what happened because I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
I’m sure that Elijah lived by that same code, so I wouldn’t try and get in his business.
“Well, it’s been the same thing at the club. Same faces. Ya’ll not missing much of anything,” I tried to downplay it, even though I knew that every night at the club was a fuckin movie.