Chapter 11
Riot St. James
PROVIDENCIALES, TURKS AND CAICOS ISLANDS
“Bae, wake up. You slobbing all on me and shit,” the sound of Dolo’s voice snapped me out of my sleep.
I was in the backseat of this Escalade knocked out.
I took my shoes off, keeping them down on the floor, and I laid my body sideways on Dolo, with my head in his lap.
The last thing I remember is this black truck picking us up from the airport, the driver telling us that it was going to take at least an hour to get to the villa, and I told Dolo that I was just going to rest my eyes for a little bit.
By the way I jumped up out of my sleep, I knew that I did more than rested my eyes. I went in for a full nights rest.
Your girl was tired. I was up since six this morning.
I only woke up so early because I had to pack my bags for Turks.
Dolo and I had a lot to do today, so waking up early, and getting my bags packed at that time was the only time that I would be able to do it.
After I finished packing, I showered, got dressed, and Dolo dropped me off to my anger management course.
By the time my session wrapped up, Dolo picked me up, and we went straight to the warehouse.
I had to be at the warehouse because there was a big drop happening today, and before it happened, Dolo wanted to have a meeting.
With double the amount of product coming in today, plus Dolo feeling a little on edge, not wanting the same thing to happen to his drop that happened with dem 9 boyz drop, so he was just making sure that the team was taking the proper steps today so that that didn’t happen.
The drop was successful, and it was so many hands-on shit that Dolo had me doing with him today. I probably didn’t get a chance to sit down for five minutes.
Dolo and I didn’t end up leaving the warehouse until a little after six in the evening.
We went back to his place, where we showered, got dressed, and because our bags were already packed, we were able to head out to the airport.
As tired as I was, I couldn’t sleep on the plane.
I stayed up the entire time. The black truck was waiting for us at the airport, and that’s when I eventually tapped out.
I couldn’t wait until we made it to the villa.
I was in desperate need of showering, and getting my ass in bed, so that I could sleep some more.
I knew that sleep wasn’t going to come easy because everyone was already at the house.
Dolo and I were the last to arrive. I didn’t want to look like the girlfriend that was distant, and didn’t want to hang with my man’s family, so as tired as I was, I was going to have to suck it up and blend in with the family.
I decided that I would go to Turks with Dolo.
Then again, I really didn’t have much of a choice because once Dolo made up his mind that he was going to attend, he made me go with him.
Uzi didn’t make it easy for me to say no either because she basically got on me, telling me how I needed to have a life outside my man, and work.
Here I was, doing that, and I prayed that I had a good time while I was here.
“I’m so tired. You work me like a dog,” I whined, being dramatic, still resting my head in his lap, while looking up at him.
He laughed, knowing that what I was saying wasn’t true.
“Any time I have you at the warehouse, I always tell you that you can sit down and take a break. You never want to listen though. You want to be hands on with daddy,” he voiced, leaning his head down, so that he could kiss me on my forehead, and my lips a couple of times.
I sat up, so that I could stretch in the seat.
I also needed to put my shoes back on. Once I got them on, I rolled the window down a little bit because I saw that we were in a nice neighborhood, so I wanted a better view.
It was dark out, which made it a little harder to see the other villas, but even with that, it was still beautiful.
It was so tropical out here. Every villa that we would pass was big enough to look like an estate. They each had long, private driveways. The beautiful palm trees were swaying because it was a little windy out.
The driver ended up stopping the truck in front of a villa that looked to have been the biggest villa on the block.
There were a couple of Mercedes sprinters that were parked in the long driveway, with about five gulf carts.
Seeing this big ass villa, knowing that it was going to be filled with a lot of people, made me a little nervous.
I didn’t do well with crowds. That’s never really been my thing.
The days leading up to this trip, Dolo had been assuring me that I was going to like his family, and that no one was going to be weird with me. It wasn’t them that I was worried about. Shit, it was me.
“Here we are,” the driver said, putting the vehicle in park, and he came around, opening Dolo’s door, since Dolo was sitting directly behind him.
Dolo stepped out, and once he was out, he picked up his black and gray, checkered Louis Vuitton backpack. It was the same backpack that he carried with him when we went to Mexico. In the backseat, he had matching luggage, and a duffle bag.
The driver came over, opening the door for me, and I thanked him.
I stepped out, and your girl had a purse.
I even shocked myself when I decided to take it with me.
It was the purse that Dolo had gotten for me the afternoon that he came home, and I accused him of cheating.
It was a Chanel purse. A classic flap bag.
I liked that he didn’t get me a super girly color like pink.
It was brown. I wasn’t a purse girly by far, but this bag was actually cute.
I was able to do some shopping during the week to prepare for the trip, and the outfit that I was wearing right now was something that I’d picked up at the mall.
I wasn’t a designer girly at all, but lately, I have been showing a little interest in the brand Alo.
So much so, that a lot of the outfits in my luggage was filled with that specific brand, plus it’s what I was wearing right now.
I was in a chocolate Alo set, which went perfect with the purse that I had on my shoulders.
I wore the sports bra, that hugged me tightly, and it was paired with brown, loose fit trousers.
Over it, was the cropped Alo zip up jacket, and since it was opened, you could see my flat stomach that was exposed.
Dolo was going crazy with my jewelry collection, so I had a nice stack on my left wrist right now.
A couple of gold tennis bracelets were there, a Cartier Love bracelet, and one of my Van Cleef bracelets were on as well.
For my hair, it was in its curly state. I knew that we were going to do a lot of water activities, so I decided to keep it curly. My hair was hanging loosely right now, and because I have been taking such good care of my hair these days, my curls were popping.
“I appreciate you, man. Here you go,” Dolo said, handing the driver a cash tip.
The driver thanked Dolo, wishing us a great stay, and he walked over to the driver’s side door, so that he could get back inside. Dolo had my suitcase, plus his, and both of our duffle bags. The only thing that I was carrying was my phone in my hand, and my purse over my shoulder.
“I can hold one of my bags,” I tried to offer.
“I got it, baby. Go ahead and lead the way,” he said.
I did just that, walking up the long driveway. We were standing in front of the door now, and I turned to look at him. He knew I was nervous, and that’s why he laughed.
“That shit so fuckin adorable when you start acting shy. You the same woman that’ll kill a nigga, or a bitch, but you get nervous whenever you walk into a room filled with people that you don’t know.
Knock on the door, bae. I told you that you’re in good hands,” he let me know.
I sighed, and I reached my hand up, put it into a fist, and knocked.
It took about a minute before I could feel someone on the other side, and then the door opened.
It was Loco standing on the other side of the door.
Him, and Uzi’s son were standing right there, and my God, they looked like twins.
Loco looked as if he’d spit him out. When I saw the pictures of Uzi’s kids in her office at the laundry mat, I could have sworn that her set of twins looked like her, but now that I was seeing her son standing here with his father, it was obvious that they looked more like their father.
Lil Loco looked at Dolo, and he smiled, but when he saw me, his ass had the nerve to smile even bigger.
“Ya’ll finally made it. Riot, what’s good? I heard a lot about you,” Loco said, coming over, and he put an arm out, so that he could give me a quick hug.
I was a little nervous to hug him back, but I did it anyways. I was standing in front of a retired Miami street legend. He put a lot of bodies down. Moved a lot of weight.
No disrespect to Uzi, or to my man, but God damn, he was so fine too. He had a solid built. You could tell that a workout session was heavy into his everyday routine.
“Hi. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you too,” I let him know.
“This my son. This lil Loco,” he said, putting his focus on his boy.
Lil Loco still had that smile on his face, looking over at me. His son was even taller than me. You could tell that he was in the gym with his dad too because I could see the muscles in his arms in the tank top that he was wearing.
Nothing in the world prepared me for when he lifted my hand, as if he was going to shake it, but his ass ended up kissing it instead.
“Aight lil nigga. I’ll knock your ass the fuck out,” Dolo said to lil Loco in a joking kind of way.
“I’m just being respectful,” lil Loco said to Dolo.