Chapter 20 #2
“Look at you, Dolo. Looking like a businessman,” Ari beamed, walking over to me, and she hugged me. I hugged her back, laughing at what she said to me.
“You see this shit,” I said it in a cocky kind of way, popping the collar on the button down that I was wearing.
“I’m proud of you, Dolo. As much as you and MBM are in here, it’s only right that you found a way to make some money out of it,” she voiced, and I nodded my head to that.
“Where lil man at? With his daddy?” I asked, referring to Amir.
Granted, I knew that she wasn’t going to bring him with her to the club. I just wanted to know where he was. Amir was a cool dude. He loved Riot. He’ll call her phone in a second, just to see what she was doing, where she was at, or wanting to know when she was going to come see him again.
“Yeah. His daddy took him to New York, so he’ll be gone for the weekend,” she let me know, and I nodded my head towards that.
We talked all the way to the clubs entrance. I let her know that I would chop it up with her before leaving out of here. She went on, so that she could head to the back and get ready.
It was pretty empty inside the club. None of the party goers were here yet.
Mark had the cleaners in here, finishing up with cleaning.
The DJ was here, getting ready for his set, and some of the bottle girls were standing around, talking amongst each other, pointing at sections.
I could hear them discussing who was coming in tonight, and the sections that they wanted.
“Heyyyyy Dolo,” all of them cooed to me when I walked by.
“What’s good?” I asked and like some little schoolgirls, they started giggling amongst each other.
I found myself laughing, while shaking my head because if Riot was with me, she would be ready to pound on all them bitches.
If she could cut every bitch’s eye out in the world that looks at me and blushes, I knew that her crazy ass would do it.
That shit drove her crazy when bitches would openly lust in front of me while she was with me.
She said that it made her feel disrespected.
That was the difference between me and her because I felt the opposite.
When I’m out, and niggas stare at Riot, I don’t get angry about it.
It’s an ego boost for me. I loved to see niggas lust over a girl that they could never have.
I spotted Mark standing on the second level of the club. He was looking down, watching everything unfold. I took the stairs up, so that I could go up there with him. When he saw me, he smiled, put his hand out, so that I could pound him.
“I ain’t gone hold you Dolo, you did your big one with this shit.
I’ve had the same security guards for years.
Some of them niggas, I haven’t seen them with a haircut in months.
For whatever dumb ass reason, it’s like they prefer to walk around with that rough ass look.
I’m so invested into them doing their jobs that I guess I never pushed their appearance.
I just wanted my bottle girls, and the dancers to look good, you know?
I’m letting these niggas come in here with wrinkled shirts, scraggly beards, no line up, none of that shit.
When they walked in here a few minutes ago, I could barely recognize them.
We already off to a good start with this shit.
You a young nigga, but something tells me that you know what the fuck you doing,” he went on to tell me, and I stood here, eating this shit up.
“I appreciate that man. I had to make them niggas look professional. I told them that they might get some pussy now from the bitches that come in here,” I cracked, and it made Mark laugh.
We only got to talk for a little bit because someone called him, and he went to handle that. He let me know that he would be back over to chop it up with me, and I let him know to take his time.
As I was standing here, I had the perfect shot of the clubs entrance, so I saw when Jazelle came in.
Just like Ari, she came in with her sweatsuit on, and her duffle bag was on her shoulder.
She had her hair pinned up, and I’m assuming that once her shift started, and she got out there on the floor, that she was going to take them out.
Her make-up was freshly done. I could see that from where I was standing.
It’s almost like she could feel that I was up here because her eyes shot up, and she looked at me for a few seconds.
She spoke to some of the other bottle girls that were down at the bottom, and instead of heading to the back, where the locker room was, I saw when she took the steps up, and I knew that she was getting ready to come up here and speak to me.
I sighed, ran my hand down my face, shaking my head.
I was hoping that she wasn’t getting ready to come up here talking crazy.
I was in a good mood and didn’t feel like cursing anybody out tonight.
“So, the rumors are true then?” she asked me, once she made it over to me.
I was so scared of shit getting back to Riot, and her thinking that I was fuckin around on her, that when Jazelle came over, I scooted over, damn near going for the end of the railing.
“What rumors?” I asked, only turning my head to look at her for one second.
“That you’re working with Mark. They said that your over the security here,” she let me know.
“Yeah. We doing business,” I was short, keeping my eyes ahead, not even looking at her as I talked to her.
I didn’t need anyone seeing us together and getting the wrong impression. People will see one small conversation, take it, and run with it. She knew that I wasn’t trying to be near her or spark up any kind of conversation because out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her nodding her head.
“For what it’s worth Dolo, I know that you and I didn’t end on the best of terms. I have my anger towards you, but I won’t get into that with you.
I know that with you being in a relationship now, you could probably care less about how we ended.
I don’t look at you as my enemy though. I say all this to say that I ran into Elijah awhile back.
He approached me. He was talking crazy about you.
Even with the anger that I had for you, I couldn’t find it in my heart to be messy, and back door you.
I could have fed into it and teamed up with him in an attempt to take you out, but I didn’t.
Regardless of how things ended between us, and regardless of how I feel about you, I didn’t want to see anything happen to you,” she went on to tell me.
I laughed at that. Laughed, and turned my head so that I could look at her.
“And you heard about what happened to that nigga, right? You would have teamed up with him and been sent off right along with his ass. This ain’t gotta be that between me, and you.
You don’t owe it to me to speak to me when you see me around at the club.
We ain’t gotta be enemies, but we ain’t gotta be cordial, either.
I used to fuck you. Shit ain’t a good look for me to be talking to you since I’m in a relationship.
I’m not looking for no problems back home,” I told her.
I heard her suck her teeth, and then she disappeared.
I was glad that she left. Bitch just stood here and basically told me that she could have helped set me up, but she didn’t. I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. I was glad that she left. I was glad that I made it clear to her that she didn’t need to speak to me when she saw me at the club, either.
My girl accused me of cheating one time, and I hated that feeling. I wasn’t trying to revisit that. A nigga was just trying to live a calm, peaceful life. Jazelle needed to stay on her side, while I stayed on mine. The shit we used to do was over, and I needed her to respect that.