Epilogue #4
I took my seat belt off, and I climbed over to him, getting in his lap. He went ahead, and placed his hands on my ass, while looking at me with hearts in his eyes.
“You happy?” he asked me, making me giggle.
“So happy. I love you so much,” I had to let him know.
“I love you more, baby,” he replied, and I sealed it with a kiss on the lips.
There used to be a time when telling him I loved him was the hardest shit in the world for me.
Now, I said it multiple times out of the day.
It was easy to say it. I think all the shit that we’ve been through this year made it so easy.
We dodged death together. He took me to kill enemies, and people that had caused me pain.
Although it still hurts that my dad is no longer here, I had a little peace in knowing that I killed the man that was responsible for his death.
A man that would never be heard of or found because Dolo made sure to get the best cleaning crew out to come to Pensacola and clean up that mess that I made on Tom, and his wife.
When it came to the time that I spent in jail, I’ll never be able to forget about the shit that I endured. The food poisoning, the beatings I took, but I had peace with that as well, knowing that I killed the bitch that orchestrated all those things.
I took a lot of lives this year. I went to God a lot this year asking Him for forgiveness.
One thing about it though, every person that I had to put down this year, they earned that shit.
Now, my life was peaceful, but before all the killings, I was moving off survival.
It was all about get back. Anybody that ever crossed me, anyone that ever crossed the ones that I loved, or even just tried to take something from me… . I came back for mine.
I earned that title of being The Street Heiress. That wasn’t handed to me. Yes, I’ve been fuckin Dolo for a while now, but he never put that title in my hands. I put the work in and made that name for myself. Riot St. James could never be duplicated.
My man likes to tell me every chance he gets that I’m what a nigga like him needed all along. While he was out in the field, doing his dirt, making moves, getting money, I was right there beside him. Ten toes down for mine.
These days, I haven’t had to get in the field with Dolo though because it’s been quiet.
I wasn’t a fool, so I knew that it wouldn’t always remain this way.
Truth be told, I often think about Eduardo.
He told Dolo that he respected him for his loyalty to the supplier that he already had, but I couldn’t help this gut feeling that I had that Eduardo would one day come back.
We’ll cross that bridge when it’s time to though.
Business is good. I was working side by side with Dolo.
We had become the queen, and the king of this drug shit.
With his security business, I let him have that.
I’m not too much involved when it comes to that.
Even though that’s the case, he had me attached to the LLC, so the check still cleared over here on my end.
I was just a silent business partner when it came to that.
Right now, we are still in the process of expanding. Give it a few more months, and the plan was to take over Tampa, and Orlando. I wasn’t down for it at first, but now that all our wars had come to an end, I jumped on board.
During the week, I kept true to my word, and I would go down to the warehouse to help Uzi out over there. I liked being a part of that. The new girls that she had really respected me, so I didn’t have any problems over there.
Family was good. Would you believe that I had a good relationship with Major now?
I fucked with Major. He proved to me that he was a good man.
He loved the hell out of my mom and has been speaking to me in private lately a lot about proposing, so that should be happening soon.
My mom was happy that Major and I had a good relationship now.
Demi was good too. She really did leave Gutta’s ass alone and had been dating that guy in tech. Keith was his name. He kept her happy, and that’s all that mattered.
Ari was good. Still working at the club, but every other day, she would talk about quitting. Ari wasn’t going to leave that life alone just yet though. She was making too much money to walk away.
Me and Dolo were in a perfect space. My love for him grows by the second.
He’s in my ear every chance he gets, talking about baby Ransom.
I wanted to knock his head off every time that he says it.
It’s almost like he knows something that I don’t know because he swears that he’s going to get a baby out of me.
I used to argue with him, tell him that I wasn’t having a kid, but these days, I quit with the back and forth because I’m so in love, that I don’t know what I would, and wouldn’t do for him.
Just know that baby Ransom wasn’t coming any time soon though. Don’t tell him this, but I can’t say what the future holds.
That’s all for now though. I’m in a good spot, but I’ll be lying if I said that I wasn’t still going through grieving of losing my father, and my brother.
I catch myself thinking about them often, and how life would have been if they were here to watch the young woman that I’ve become.
I think they’d be proud of me. I think Grim would be honored to call me his daughter.
Roman would be honored to call me his sister.
Other young girls could come around and follow in my footsteps.
They could move dope. They could catch bodies.
They could even kick ass the way that I do.
One things for certain though… there could only be one Street Heiress.
Her name is Riot. St James. That name would go down in history. I was sure of it.