Chapter 22 #2
Eventually, the waitress made it back, so that she could pack my food up.
I thanked her for it, and it wasn’t long before she was coming back over, placing the dessert on the table.
Dolo tried to offer some to me, but I was stuffed, so I just sat back in my chair, watching him as he ate, and he watched me watch him as he ate.
I think we couldn’t hide our level of obsession towards each other.
“What’s this top called? I like it,” he said to me, reaching his hand over, so that he could hold onto the string that was tied to the front of the blouse.
“I don’t know. I saw it at the boutique, and thought it was cute,” I let him know.
“You don’t have a bra on,” he took notice.
“I don’t,” I let him know.
“Let me see,” I already knew that was coming. I could see it in his eyes that he was getting ready to ask for that.
“No, Dominique. Hurry up, so you can ask for the check, and we can go,” I said, trying to change the subject.
“Damn. We ducked off in the cut. Nobody back here but me, and you. I can’t see no titties?” he asked, and the way he asked it, made me laugh.
“You can see them when we get home, or I’ll show them to you in the car,” I had a response for him.
“Just untie your top and show them to me for like five seconds. Just give me a preview of what’s waiting for me when we get back home,” he had a way with his words.
He always did. That’s why I was this freak for him that I didn’t even know I could be. He had me doing all kinds of nasty shit with him in the bedroom.
I looked around, just to make sure that people weren’t paying us any attention. Once I was sure of it, and sure that the waitress wasn’t coming back over any time soon, I quickly untied my top, and my breast were exposed for him, and him only.
I watched this man as he took the whipped cream that was on top of his ice cream, placed a little bit on each breast, and he leaned his head in, so that he could slowly lick it off.
He sucked on each breast for about five seconds, pulled away, so that he could hold them in his hands, bounce them, kiss me on my neck, and afterwards, he covered me back up, tying the shirt back.
That shit me turned on, and fat ma was in my jeans barking up a storm.
So much so that I had to cross my legs. Dolo knew exactly why I crossed my legs like that, so he laughed, hurried with his dessert, and as the waitress was coming over, he dug inside his pocket, and pulled out a bankroll.
He pulled off big bills, covering the tab, and her tip was just as big.
Dolo and I thanked her for the service, she smiled, thanking us right back, and from there, we were able to slip out of the booth.
Dolo held the bag that had my food inside of it, while I led the way out of the restaurant.
He was behind me, walking with his hand on the small of my back, as if he was guiding me.
He opened the door for us on the way out, and his truck was parked right up front.
He had valet leave it there for him. He blessed them with a hefty tip as well, they passed him the keys, and he opened the door for me, allowing me to slip in first.
Dolo eventually came over to his side, and after starting the car up, he pulled out.
My man played R&B music the entire time that it took us to get to the house.
Any other time, we liked to vibe to rap music together, but he was keeping the love in the air with the music he was playing.
His hand was in between my thighs, and he sang song after song to me.
I was just sitting in my seat, with nothing but love in my eyes, watching his hood ass sing these love songs to me.
We eventually pulled into the parking garage. Dolo went up, going for the floor that he usually parked on, and he was able to back into a parking spot. He shut the car off, came over to get me, and assisted me with getting out the car.
He reached inside of the car, grabbing my food, and then closing the door.
The second he closed the door, and we started walking, three black trucks swarmed the parking garage.
They came in quickly. Dolo and I reacted to that fast. He dropped the bag with my food down on the floor, grabbed his gun that was tucked at his waist, and I quickly got my gun out of my purse.
Mind you, my gun was the only thing that was in my purse.
Whenever I was with my man, I didn’t bring nothing with me but my gun.
We could sense that this was some bullshit, so we had our guns aimed, ready to air this parking lot out if we needed to.
Dolo had his gun trained on the two trucks towards the back, while I focused on the front.
We couldn’t see inside because the tint was so dark.
We only had to stand here and wonder who was inside that truck for a few seconds.
The back door opened for the truck that was in the middle, and someone stepped out.
A Cuban looking dude. I’ve never seen him before in my life, but you could tell by the suit that he had on, that he was someone with power, and someone with money.
He had to have some kind of power to be able to find us.
Also, to be able to get his ass into this secured ass parking garage.
He walked over to us, accompanied by two men. They each stood on either side of him. My gun went for one of the men, while Dolo trained his gun on the other.
“You two can put the guns down. I’ve come in peace. This isn’t that,” the head guy said, who was standing in the middle.
He threw his hands up, as if he didn’t want any kind of smoke with us. I didn’t know him, so I didn’t trust him. Putting my gun down was the last thing that I was going to do.
“Ay you got two seconds to explain why the fuck you’re in the parking garage of my home, nigga!
You pulled up to the spot where me, and my girl lay our fuckin heads.
This ain’t an easy place to find me, so you had to have been studying me.
I’m supposed to feel safe right now? Say something before I blow your motha fuckin head off!
” Dolo was pissed, taking the gun off the man that was on the side of him, and he placed it on the middle guy instead that he was talking to.
“I’m Eduardo. I do business with the Montclair’s. We’ve done business for years,” he started. So, this was about Elijah, and Elias.
“A few months ago, you and your crew stole my product. Not only was it stolen, but I heard that it was moved and sold to another organization. Total disrespect, if I must say so myself. Of course, when I found out about that, I wanted you two dead, and everyone else involved in your camp. I knew that Elijah, and Elias would never be able to take you all on by themselves, which is why I told the two assholes to back down, while I handled it, and trust me, we had big plans to handle it,” he went on.
“Then, it got back to me what happened at the candlelight. Of course, no one can prove that it was you all, but we know. We did our homework, and we heard about what happened to your brother. We know that you all retaliated by coming to the candlelight. You were able to run in, do it clean, swiftly, and get out of there. For that, I respect it. And for you…” he said, turning his head, so that he could look at me.
“I’ve heard a lot about you. A woman that is willing to stand in blood beside her partner, instead of behind him is a rare find,” he continued.
He eventually cleared his throat, and I’m sure he was getting ready to get to the root of why he was here. The crazy part was, our guns were still trained on him. He was talking a good game, but we still didn’t know this man well enough to trust him to the point that we would lower our guns.
“Now that the Montclair brothers are gone, and I no longer do business with them, I’m looking for new leadership here in Miami.
I would love to do some kind of business with you, and your crew.
You all have the ambition, and the power that I’m looking for.
Something that Elijah and Elias never had.
You all have my attention. What do you think? ” he asked.
I turned my head, taking it off the man that I had my gun pointed to, just wanting to see Dolo’s reaction for a second. I already knew what his answer was going to be. Dolo would never switch up on Octavio. That was a partnership that was going to be branded for a very long time.
“I appreciate the offer, but I already have a plug. We do good business together. I’ll never cross my man,” Dolo responded. Eduardo smiled, and he nodded his head. He did it in a way as if he respected Dolo’s answer.
“Loyalty. I respect that. Well, if the plug that you have, ever finds himself in a situation where his loyalty doesn’t match yours, and you need someone to do business with, give me a call. We can do business together,” he said, reaching out, and he stuffed a card in Dolo’s pants pocket.
After about two seconds, he turned around, so that he could head back to the truck. He climbed in, the other men went in after him, and just as quickly as they pulled in, is as quickly as they pulled out.
I’m telling you, we didn’t drop our guns until we no longer saw the trucks.
“What the fuck, Dominique!” was all I really had to say.
“Yeah, what the fuck! Come on. We’ll talk about it in the house,” he said, bending down, so that he could grab the bag of food that he dropped.
We walked over to the side door, made our way into the building, and headed for the elevators. Once inside, Dolo took to one side of the elevator, and I took another. Neither of us said anything. I’m sure we had our own thoughts.
We eventually made it off, where he allowed me to step off first. I led the way, and once we were standing in front of the door, Dolo used his fob to let us in. I immediately stepped out of my heels, and I sat my purse down on the table. Dolo stepped out of his shoes too, leaving them by the door.