Chapter 20
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
“This what the fuck I’m talking about! Ya’ll niggas looking good.
Niggas looking like topflight fuckin security.
That’s how you do that shit. That’s how you guard one of the biggest fuckin clubs in Miami,” I said, talking shit, watching as Jim, and Brick came inside the front room of the warehouse that I was standing in.
Jim, and Brick were the two bouncers that’s been working outside of Mark’s club for years.
They were his cousins. They probably knew that club inside and out, and with the years that they had up under their belt, I thought that they would have cocky attitudes, and not want to go into business with me, once Mark and I sat the entire security staff down at the club, and told them about the changes that were going to take place.
I already had a good relationship with Jim and Brick, but when you switch the conversation, and you start talking money, leadership, and things of that nature, shit could slowly change.
All that respect and friendship could go out the window.
They could look at me, and feel as if their positions were at risk, and choose not to fuck with me, but luckily, that’s not how things went down the other day in that meeting.
I came at them cool, letting them know about the changes.
First things first, I told them niggas that they needed to go and get their security license.
I officially had a business. I decided to go with the name, ‘Shaw Security Group’.
You know my hood ass wanted to throw something in there to incorporate MBM, but all I could hear was Loco’s voice in my head, telling me that I needed to learn how to leave the street shit out of my legitimate business.
Now that Shaw Security Group was up, and running, I had to be smart and run it like a true business. I couldn’t have just anybody up under me that wasn’t licensed. Sitting through these big ass meetings, and learning about risks, and liabilities, scared me to not follow the proper protocol.
We got through licensing, and then we moved forward, getting them new uniforms. Niggas been wearing these same faded black shirts for years, with the simple wording of ‘security’ stamped on the back.
I didn’t need no man working for me wearing faded shirts like that.
It didn’t look professional at all. I had to tell grown men to go and take care of their grooming.
Grown men securing a club but haven’t seen their barber in months.
I made all these niggas get line ups, and cuts.
I invested a lot of money into new shirts, windbreakers, jackets, and new radio, and earpieces for them to communicate.
Mark was slacking in all that shit. They went through training too.
Even though they already knew the ins and outs of the club, a lot of the club knowledge they had was basic shit that they taught themselves.
I had a crew come in and give these men top of the line training.
They learned shit about use of force, de-escalating shit in the club, and what to do in case of a shooting.
They learned so many things this past week, and I was in those meetings with them too, learning as well.
I wanted to be fair and keep all of Mark’s security team at the club.
I was still looking to hire other niggas though because I needed them everywhere.
I had big ass dreams. Big ass goals. I needed men posted at those fancy boutiques out in Brickell.
When those big celebrities liked to come into town, and move around, having private events and shit, I needed my men on call for that.
Uzi and Benelli had a hookah lounge. I needed my men over there.
Loco had a club, and he already told me that we could get the ball rolling over there too.
My niggas Caine, Cartier, and Skyro, who were all in the music industry were going to need that extra level of protection when they moved around the city, so I was already locking in some shit with them too.
Don’t count a young nigga out just yet. I was about to sign my name on some big ass contracts, and the legal money was going to be just as hefty as the drug money.
“Shit look good, Dolo. I guess you knew what the fuck you were talking about,” Jim said, walking over, and he slapped hands with me. I don’t know what the hell this nigga ate daily, but he was huge. It made all the sense in the world why Mark would want a big dude like him working the door.
Brick was just as big. He came over, slapping hands with me too.
After them, all the dudes that were on call tonight for the club started pouring into the warehouse.
It was a new warehouse. This spot was going to be dedicated to the security business.
This is where we would hold our meetings, store uniforms, where I would do all the hiring orientation, and shit like that.
This was one warehouse where I didn’t mind the cops coming over here, and kicking the door in.
There wasn’t anything illegal happening over here.
“I almost don’t recognize some of you niggas.
Ain’t no way ya’ll was walking around this bitch without a fresh line up.
Niggas fingernails were dirty too. All them fine bitches that come in and out of that club.
I know they wasn’t throwing pussy ya’ll way,” I talked shit, standing amongst at least fifteen dudes. They were all laughing at what I said.
“Dolo, you’ll be surprised. All these hoes care about is getting a section. They’ll fuck and suck anything for a section, and for some bottle service,” Jim told me, and all I could do was shake my head at that.
Call me pretty, but it’s just certain shit I won’t do.
My fingernails are never dirty. I had a girl at home, and I liked to play in her pussy, so I had to keep my shit cleaned.
I made it my business to stay in my barber’s chair.
You weren’t going to ever catch me walking around this bitch looking dusty.
I needed them to inherit that same kind of mindset.
I gave a speech to them, letting them know what to expect tonight at the club.
I made sure that all of them had new earpieces, and new radios.
I also let them know that I was headed out there, and I was going to be watching them tonight.
Once we were good on that, we were able to shake on it, and they started piling out of here, so that they could head to the club.
I stuck around the warehouse for a little bit, just needing this moment to myself to take it all in. As I was standing here, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Riot texting me. I looked at the message and all I could do was shake my head and laugh because I knew she was going to pull this shit.
She was out to dinner with her mama, and the other hairstylist that worked at her mom’s shop.
Keyshawn invited Riot out, telling her that she wanted her daughter to come out with them for girls night.
Riot didn’t want to go, but she also didn’t want to tell her mama no either.
These days, she’s been trying to closer her relationship with her mom.
I dropped her off on the way over to the warehouse. That was barely thirty minutes ago, and here she was texting me.
Bae
Dolo, come get me. Please.
Lol, no! I just dropped your ass off. Play nice and mingle.
Bae
I want to go home!
I’ll come get you in an hour.
Bae
You hate me Dominique?
No. I actually love the fuck out of you.
Bae
Come get me then.
I will, in an hour, bae.
Her ass stopped texting back then. I was only firm because I was trying to break Riot out of that shit.
I’m not saying that she had to be in everybody’s face, and trying to be the life of the party, but I wanted her to start going out more.
Every time someone invited her ass out, she was quick to tell them no.
I know lately she’s been in communication with Beretta and Puma, and the three of them were planning something.
I wanted to see if Riot was going to stick to the script and actually hang out with them because I knew how she got down.
I eventually left the warehouse. I locked up, jumped in my car, and then headed to the club. The club was getting ready to open in another hour, so I just wanted to be there along with my security team, scout them out, and see how everything was going.
The club wasn’t too far from my warehouse, so I was there in fifteen minutes.
As I was parking my car, I could see the strippers, and the bottle girls pulling in.
They had to be here early too, so that they could go to the back, and get ready.
Being as though I had a contract in place now with Mark, I was going to be here a lot lately.
Meaning, I was going to see Jazelle a little more.
Riot looked me in my eyes the other day, and the only thing she told me was, “Nigga don’t play with me”.
She didn’t have to go into detail about anything that she was talking about.
I knew she was basically telling me not to cross that line and get too friendly with Jazelle.
I had no idea why she even wasted her breath and said that shit to me.
Nobody was thinking about Jazelle’s ass.
I parked my car in the lot, and as I was getting out, I could see Ari pulling up in her Genesis SUV.
Instead of walking in the club, I stood right here, waiting for her to get out.
It didn’t take her long. She stepped out in a sweat suit, and she had her duffle bag on her shoulder, which held the clothes that she was going to change into for her shift tonight.
When she saw me, she smiled. I’m sure she was going to say something about the business shirt that I was wearing.
I was in uniform too. The plan wasn’t to stay all night, especially since I just told Riot that I was going to come for her in another hour, but I just wanted to be here, have another talk with the guys, and watch them work for a bit.