Chapter 22 #3
“I ain’t going to lie, I’m glad shit played out the way that it did.
I’m glad he was able to call it a truce, you know?
All the shit we’ve been through these past few months, I’m not trying to be at war with anyone else.
Shit been so quiet lately. I want it to stay like this.
I know it can’t stay quiet forever, but at least for a little while,” Dolo stated.
“You don’t think he’s going to feel some kind of way that you turned his offer down? Like, the fact that you said no to doing business with him?” I asked, folding my arms, while looking up at him.
“Nah. You could tell that he respected that I already got shit going on with another supplier. You could tell that I won him over with my loyalty to Octavio. Baby, even if later down the line, he comes back, and he’s salty over not doing business with us, Riot, we can handle that nigga.
Look at all the shit we faced this year.
All the problems, the opps, the snakes in the grass, we handled that shit.
We’ve shown that we can handle anything that gets thrown our way.
This MBM shit is unstoppable,” he voiced, pulling me in, so that he could lift me up.
I believed him, so I dropped it. He carried me into the bathroom, so that we could shower.
Dolo went in first because I had to stand at the sink and take this makeup off my face.
Once I finished, and I placed a shower cap on, that’s when I was able to take my clothes off and join him in the shower.
We kissed so much and hugged for so long inside.
He washed my body, and I washed his. For just three minutes, he gave me a sample of what I was going to get inside the bedroom.
Bent me over and fucked me so good. I was able to release my first one, and Dolo released too.
We had to wash off again, and then we eventually stepped out.
Dolo handled his business at the sink with his skin care, and I did mine as well. He finished up before me, so for about five minutes, I had the bathroom to myself. When I made it into the bedroom, he was already in his briefs and placing his phones on the charger.
I came out, removed my towel, put on lotion, and the only clothes I put on was a cropped tank, with boy short underwear. After that, I placed my towel in the basket, and then made my way back into the bedroom, crawling under the covers with him.
“Wrap your hair up, bruh. Why you do that shit?” Dolo asked me, as if he was aggravated.
I laughed at him, while crawling over to him, and straddling his lap. I had a bad habit of getting my hair freshly done but never wanting to wrap it up.
“Are you not about to sweat this shit out anyways, Dominique?” I sassed. He laughed, while reaching his hands up, putting them on my ass.
“I miss the days when we first met, and you were scared to say certain shit to me. Now, you talk crazy to a nigga every chance that you get,” he went on.
“When the hell was I ever scared to say certain shit to you? I cursed you out the first day that we met,” I reminded him.
“I should have left your crazy ass alone right then and there,” he joked, picking a hand up, and slapping me hard on my ass.
“Oh negro, please. You don’t mean that. I’m the most excitement that you’ve ever had in your life. You love it here baby,” I said, planting my hands on his chest, while looking down at him. Those glasses were on his face, as he looked at me with a smile.
“Sure do. This shit so fuckin lit over here. I want to knock you out at least ten times out the day, but I love this shit,” he said, as I leaned my body over, so that I could place my head right in front of him.
“I love it over here too,” I let him know.
“If shit went differently in that parking garage, like if Eduardo and his men decided that they were going to take me, and kill me, what would you have done?” he asked me with a serious look in his eyes.
“Shit, I would have gone too. They would have to take us in blood,” I was quick with my response. Dolo instantly laughed, while shaking his head. Once he finished laughing, his face got serious with me.
“Real shit though baby, don’t do that. If shit ever go left, and a nigga come for just me…
you stay. I mean that, Riot. I wouldn’t want you to go down with me.
One of us would have to make it out, and I would prefer it to be you,” when he said that, I don’t know if I was still on this high from our date, but I got choked up even imagining a life without him.
“Don’t talk like that Dolo,” I whispered it because I was going through a motion of trying not to cry.
“I’m serious though, Riot. Don’t start crying. I’m just speaking in general,” he went on, and it was too late for him to tell me not to cry because a tear fell regardless. That’s how I knew that I loved him too much. Just the thought of envisioning a life without him made me emotional.
“I wouldn’t stay because I can’t live without you, Dominque. I know I can’t. So, if they ever come for you, they gotta take me too,” I let him know the truth.
He wiped the tears from my eyes, and when he smiled, I already knew he was going to say something funny to make me laugh.
“So, when we’re fuckin, and you like to tell me that you’ll die behind this dick, that shit be for real? It’s not just sex lies?” he asked, making me laugh through the tears.
“I’m not dying behind that dick, nigga. I’m dying beside it,” I corrected him, making him laugh this time.
“Ain’t shit going to happen to me though baby. Let’s change the subject because I didn’t mean to make you cry. Come on. Let’s start fuckin to create baby Ransom,” he switched, going back to this baby talk again.
Usually, I would have been ready to snap on him for saying that, but my hormones were raging, so I quickly came out of my shirt.
Anything was better than having to talk about a life that I could potentially live one day without him. The thought of that literally made me sick to my fuckin stomach.
I meant every word that I just spoke to him. In no way, shape or form would I be able to live if my man wasn’t here, living life with me.
Wherever the hell life was going to take Dolo… I was going too. So, if anybody ever thought they were going to take Dominque Shaw away from me, they better make sure that they made room for two.