Chapter 12
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Iwasn’t used to bad ass kids running through the house.
The sound of bad ass kids running through the house is what forced me to wake up.
I glanced over at the clock that was on the nightstand, and I saw that it was just a little after eight in the morning.
The room wasn’t completely dark since we left the sliding door open, so we could hear the ocean.
Most of the bedrooms here were suites that had ocean views.
I thought because Riot and I had gotten here late last night, that we were going to be stuck with a trash room, but nah.
Our shit was lit. We had our own private balcony.
Master bedroom suite, with a king-sized bed right in the middle.
A huge, walk- in closet that was big enough to fit all our suitcases, and our clothes that we’d taken out.
The star of the show was the bathroom. It was big and spacious, just like the one we had at home.
A tub, and a walk- in shower inside. We fucked in the shower last night, and that was off the chain. I wanted to test out the tub tonight.
Not only did I wake up to kids running around, but I could smell breakfast too.
I was spooning Riot from behind. My hand was up under the tank top that she was wearing, holding onto her breast, and my head had been buried into the crook of her neck.
The way I would keep this girl hostage while we were sleeping, you would think that she had a past of getting up in the middle of the night and leaving me.
I’m possessive as fuck when it comes to my girl.
If she wasn’t complaining that I was holding her too tight, then I didn’t have her locked in enough.
I removed my head from being buried into the crook of her neck, and I started placing kisses on her. My hand that was already inside her shirt, I used it to thumb with her nipples, all the while, trying to get her to wake up. Her body jumped, but she relaxed when she knew that it was me behind her.
She reached her hand up, removing my hand out of her shirt, and she turned around in my arms, keeping her eyes closed.
She dropped her head on the pillow that was right there and drifted back off to sleep.
Her pretty curls hit the pillow too, resting there.
Her mouth was slightly opened as she slept, and like a nigga deep in love, I laid back, watching her in awe.
Crazy how sleeping could have someone looking innocent as hell, when I knew that there wasn’t shit innocent about her.
I leaned in, placing kisses on her lips, and when she made this noise like her ass was about to start crying, I laughed and backed away.
Riot didn’t play that shit about her sleep.
She could go days without sleeping. She could be road running with me up until the wee hours of the morning, but when that moment came, and she was ready to rest, and someone interrupted that rest, she would be ready to crash out, and throw a fuckin tantrum, like she was getting ready to do right now.
“Dominique, quit. Stoppppp,” she whined, reaching her hand out to push me back. Meanwhile, her eyes were still closed, so she wasn’t watching where she was swinging her arms.
“Aight. Aight. Take your mean ass back to sleep,” I fucked with her, getting out of the bed, allowing her to get her rest.
I grabbed my phone, and I went over to the balcony sliding door. I slid it, closing it, so that Riot could rest. I pulled the curtains together as well, so that I could take away some of the light that was shining through the room.
When I finished with that, I stepped into my house shoes that were lingering around the bed, and I went over to our bathroom.
That top of the morning piss was everything.
I handled that, and went over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands.
I quickly handled my other hygiene, like brushing my teeth, rinsing my mouth, and washing my face.
I finished with that, and hopped up on the bathroom counter, so that I could check my phone.
No real messages from anyone. I left my brother, Kendrick, and Bray in charge.
They knew that I was going on vacation, and I told them not to hit me unless it was a real emergency.
Diego was family too, and he had the choice to come to Turks with the family, but that nigga didn’t want to come.
He said that he was just here a couple of months ago and didn’t want to come back.
Even though I was out of the country, and the goal was to get a break from the business, it just wasn’t like me to not check on things and see how everything was going. Since that was the case, I facetimed my brother.
Since we had that big drop yesterday, he had to be at the warehouse early this morning, so that he could overlook shit with Bray and Kendrick. The dope boy in me was fiending for that shit, needing to know what everything was looking like.
Diego answered the phone on the last ring, and when he did, I could see that he was already at the warehouse.
“What nigga? We working. Everybody not chilling on a fuckin island today,” he joked, saying it with a smirk on his face.
Looking at this nigga, I found myself smiling.
Even though Diego didn’t come from my loins, I would like to think that the love that I had for him is the love that a father would have for his son.
Because I was older than him, I felt like I’d raised this lil nigga.
Growing up, Diego wanted to be just like me.
To the point that he followed in my footsteps with this hustling shit, even though I wanted him to go in a different direction.
I truly loved my little brother. I told him that shit all the time, and every time I said it, he liked to say that I was soft.
“You had the option to bring your ass on this trip with me. You chose to stay in Miami. What it’s looking like out there?” I wanted to know, switching the subject up on him.
“Shit, it’s looking good. We been out here since six this morning.
Nobody was late. Everybody showed up on time.
More than enough shit for us to move around with.
We going to have to really work this month.
This a lot of shit to push out, so nigga enjoy that vacation because when you get back, it’s grind time.
Ain’t no telling when you going to be able to get another chance to run off, and chill like that again.
This a lot of work to be moved,” he voiced, and I nodded my head, already knowing that the things he was saying were true.
“Look at you. You sound motha fuckin responsible. That’s the kind of shit that I like to hear coming from you. I only had to beat your ass a few times to get you to this level,” I fucked with him, and he laughed because he knew that it was true.
Man, at one point, I truly believed that I was going to have to give Diego the boot. I felt like he lacked a lot of maturity being in this game. I was critiquing him, more than I was complimenting him, and that was becoming a problem for me.
“Chill out. I just had to go through that season. Get my mind right first. I’m good now,” he replied, and I nodded.
I haven’t been having any problems out of Diego. I felt like it was maturity on his end, but I also felt that he had chosen to get right these days because he saw that I had a lot on my plate, and he wasn’t trying to give me anymore problems.
“Aight. I’ll hit you later to see how everything is going. I love you nigga,” I let him know, and he laughed after I said that, shaking his head.
“Here you go with that soft ass shit,” he fucked with me.
“Why every time I tell my brother that I love him, I gotta be called soft? I do love you, nigga. If anything, it makes me a real man to be able to express my love. Say that shit back, so that I can hang up the phone,” I went on to tell him, and he cracked up again.
“Aight man. I love you too,” he responded.
After that, we hung up.
I jumped down from the counter, and I went back into the bedroom, hoping that Riot’s ass would be up by now. Before getting back in bed with her, I grabbed my glasses that were sitting down on the nightstand, and I placed them on.
The room wasn’t too dark because I could see her.
She still had her head lying down on the pillow, but her eyes were opened.
She was watching me. It was going to be hard for her to sleep through all the shit that was happening in this house.
It was a bunch of teenagers here that were running through the house, and with them downstairs cooking breakfast, you could hear the music that they had playing down there too.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I said with a smile on my face, happy that she was up.
I leaned in, so that I could kiss her on her forehead, and then her lips.
“Good morning,” her voice came out a little raspy, as she continued to lay there.
I got in bed, but instead of lying down, I sat up, resting my head against the headboard. I lifted my arm up, and that was basically my way of telling Riot to come here. She took the hint, sat up in bed, and she scooted over to me.
The only thing that she was wearing was her tank top, and underwear.
She scooted over, tucking her head into my arm that I wrapped around her, and she looked up at me.
I let my arm continue to rest around her.
She was the one to lift up, and she kissed me on my lips.
It didn’t matter what time of the day that I kissed Riot, her breath was never on ten.
I never had to worry about any stank, hot ass breath from her.
She can shove her entire tongue down my mouth, first thing in the morning, just like she was doing right now, and I wouldn’t feel any kind of way about it.