Chapter 9 #2
As much as some of the bitches that work there get on my damn nerves, I didn’t see me ready to walk away from this life anytime soon.
It was easy money. Depending on the kind of night that we were having at the club, I could literally have all my bills paid in just one night.
There wasn’t another job out here that was going to pay me what I was getting down at the club.
Plus, I had a good relationship with Mark, so I was able to pick the days that I wanted to come in.
“I feel that. What’s good with you? I always thought that you were pretty, but rumors were going around that you were fuckin around with Dolo.
Being as though me, and that nigga have always been at odds, I didn’t want him thinking that I was trying to get at him by seeing what was up with you.
Ya’ll not fuckin around with each other no more, right?
He with Riot now, ain’t it?” he asked, getting in my business, which is crazy because I just sat here, telling myself that I wasn’t going to get in his, but he didn’t offer me that same courtesy.
“Yeah, we don’t deal with each other no more. You don’t strike me as the kind of person that wouldn’t fuck with a bitch, simply because she’s dealing with a nigga that you’re at odds with,” I commented, and he laughed.
Elijah had a nice laugh. His dimples were on display when he laughed, and I liked that.
“Shit, I’m not. I just know the kind of nigga that Dolo is.
He swear every nigga that don’t get along with him is a hating ass nigga that wants what he got.
If I had come at you like that, and he found out about it, he would swear that I was only trying to fuck with you because I knew that he was fuckin with you.
You gotta think how that nigga thinks,” he said, and I guess it made sense to an extent.
“I hear you. He does deal with Riot. You know her?” I asked, curious to see if he knew her on a personal level.
I didn’t know much about her. Really just the things that people would say about her in the streets.
She was a part of that same lifestyle as Dolo.
She used to move weight for Gold, and I knew that she did some time in jail.
Just like the rest of Miami, I saw the video of her getting jumped in jail.
She was Ari’s cousin too. That’s really all the main details that I know about her.
“Yeah, I know Riot. I had been trying to fuck with that girl for years. Her mean ass never was trying to give me any play. When she came home from jail, I tried to put her on with us because I knew that Gold wasn’t going to give her back her old spot, but she didn’t want to come over with us.
I got wind that she was fuckin with Dolo, so she pretty much became an enemy to me after that,” he said.
The bartender came over, asking Elijah what he wanted to drink. Elijah saw that my empty shot glass was still on the table, so he asked me what it was that I had taken a shot of. I told him, and he ordered that, along with one for me, so that we could take shots together.
“You feel some kind of way that she’s fuckin with Dolo?
Not to disregard your feelings, but this is Miami.
Niggas take the bitch that other niggas want all the time.
That’s enough to make her your enemy now?
” I wanted to know. I knew that women would do petty shit like that, but I really didn’t know that niggas were moving the same way.
“You gotta understand that this ain’t some little ass beef that I got going on with Dolo.
In the very beginning, it was. We were beefing over petty shit.
It got deeper later down the line. When it’s money, drugs, and bodies involved, it’s no longer just some petty ass beef.
You see I even sat down and questioned you about where you stood with that nigga.
If you told me that you were still fuckin with him, I would have moved around.
Depending on how many drinks I had in my system, I may have gotten so fucked up that I followed you home and killed your ass.
That’s how bad I want everyone around him to drop.
That fuck nigga tried me,” you could hear the hate that fell from every word that he said. I really didn’t know it was that deep.
I was looking him in his eyes, really trying to see if he was just talking shit, but you could tell that he was dead ass serious.
Look, me and Dolo were on fucked up terms right now.
I was angry with him for how he just stopped fuckin with me and then turned around and did with the next bitch all the things that I wanted him to do with me.
Even though I felt this way, I didn’t want anything to happen to him.
I would be the first bitch at the funeral, down on my knees, screaming and crying if Dolo was killed.
“Damn Elijah,” was the only thing that I really had to say to that.
“Yeah, so tie up whatever loose ends that you have to with that nigga. I’m on his ass.
I gotta show that fuck nigga that he can be touched too.
I been quiet, and chilling lately because the business is fucked up right now, and I’m trying to get back on track with that.
The second we get all that squared away, I guarantee you that I’m going to get at him.
You can run and tell him that too. I wouldn’t give a fuck,” he just kept on talking.
I knew he wasn’t a real killer for real.
You gotta understand that I’ve fucked with my fair share of niggas that were in the streets.
Dolo wasn’t the only street nigga that I’ve ever dealt with.
Dolo, or any other nigga would have never talked like this around me.
They never exposed their hand like that.
This nigga was doing way too much talking.
It’s no way he was sitting in front of me, carrying on this conversation, making threats to me about all the things that he was going to do to Dolo. That was a rookie move.
I didn’t want to be around to endure much more of this conversation, so I quickly finished the lemon drop, pulled out some cash that was in my purse, that I placed on the counter for the bartender, and I stood up.
“Take care, Elijah. I really, really hope you know what you’re doing.
I may not fuck with Dolo, and me and him will probably never be cool again, but I’ll give credit to him where it’s due.
You know the kind of nigga that Dolo is.
He’s never been the kind of person that you can underestimate.
That’s not going to be an easy lick for you so good luck,” I let him know, putting my hand on his shoulder, and then I walked away.
I didn’t want to stick around and wait for a response from him. I’m sure whatever came out of his mouth next was going to be ignorant anyways.
I didn’t have a way of getting in contact with Dolo.
He blocked me. I also wasn’t going to go out of my way to try and reach him from another phone number.
Dolo wasn’t a weak nigga, so to be honest, he didn’t need the warning from me that Elijah was here talking crazy, and that he was gunning for him.
Ultimately, when it came down to it, I knew that Dolo knew what he had to do to stay alive.