3. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #4
“Hell yeah. We saw them pussy ass niggas as soon as we walked through the door. I knew if I told you that they were here, that you wouldn’t have pulled up. I know you be trying to be on your peaceful shit these days. Fuck them niggas though. They don’t want it with us for real,” Mook spat.
Mook was my brother from another mother.
I loved him like we had the same blood running through our bodies.
I’ll jump in front of a bullet for this nigga.
We met after my pops was shot, and we moved back to Miami.
We’ve been cool ever since. Same with Bray, and Kendrick.
I loved these niggas. I loved the fact that the four of us were in a position to make money together too.
“How ya’ll feeling tonight?” Elani said into the mic, standing in the foyer of the house.
From where we stood, we could see her perfectly. Elani was a beautiful girl. Mook was always saying how she was just his home girl, but I felt as if the two of them were fuckin. I could see the gleam in this nigga’s eyes, as he was standing here, watching her speak into the mic.
“We’re halfway through the album. The next song that I’m going to play is called lock eyes.
Lock eyes is one of those songs where the title speaks for itself.
It’s about the first time that you lock eyes with somebody, and just from one look, you know that they’re the one.
You feel it, without even knowing their name.
Here it is,” she went on to say, and then the beat dropped, and the soft R&B song started playing.
I was posted up with my dawgs, rolling up, vibing to the music.
The second I lit the blunt, my eyes darted over to some fine shit that was sitting across the room.
Seeing her, it caught me off guard, so I damn near dropped the blunt that I was holding in my hands, but luckily, I was quick, so I was able to catch it before it hit the floor.
I squinted my eyes a little bit, even with the prescription glasses that I wore, trying to get a better look at her.
All the women here were dressed up in these tight ass dresses, ass cheeks out, heels that looked high enough to break their necks if they fell, make-up, the whole nine.
She didn’t have any of those things going on, but she was the baddest bitch in the fuckin room.
She really didn’t dress up for this party.
She came on some chill shit. Her attire, compared to everyone else is what had her standing out.
She was comfortable, and she did it effortlessly, too.
The forest green and mint track jacket that she had on was tough.
It fit loose on her, and it was unzipped , so you could see the black bralette that she was wearing up under.
She wore crème track pants that she had pulled up to her waist. The white forces that she had on looked fresh out of the box.
Her long, sandy brown hair was parted down the middle, and she didn’t have to do shit but sit there, but the face that she had…
the swag that she had, it was going to make people automatically stare.
Her aura was out of this world, and something tells me that she didn’t even know that shit.
There were women that she was sitting around, and I could see that she was with them from how close they were sitting to each other.
They looked to have been having a good time, vibing to the music, while she looked dissociated, and as if she was ready to go home.
She looked familiar though. I don’t know if I was tripping, but her face looked like one that I’d seen before.
“Ay, who that? The one in the mint track suit,” I asked, nudging Kendrick with my arm, trying to get his attention.
I took a long pull from the blunt, keeping my eyes on her, waiting on him to answer me. He looked, and then he turned his attention back to me.
“That’s Riot. She was locked up for a lil minute.
Her mugshot went viral on social media. Shit, she got hella mugshots, and they always go viral, but this one hit different.
The whole fuckin timeline was posting her.
I’m talking millions and millions of shares,” he voiced, and the second he said that shit, that’s where I remembered her from. The mugshot.
I watched him as he went into his pocket, pulled his phone out, fished around for a little bit, and he handed the phone to me.
Easily the sexist mugshot that I’ve ever seen in my life.
She wasn’t smiling or looking angry. If anything, she had a look on her face like she was irritated.
I kept looking at different facial features of her on the mugshot, and everything was perfect.
Her full lips, her pretty eyes, golden skin, perfect eyelashes, the beauty mark under her left eye, just everything.
She was flawlessly beautiful. I looked at the picture for a little while longer, and then I handed Kendrick back his phone.
“What she went in for?” I asked.
“Assault. Beat the shit out of this bitch in the club. Knocked her teeth out of her mouth and fucked up her jaw. The bitch ended up pressing charges against her, and everything. She bout two pounds, but they say she like that,” he said, and I agreed with him because she was very tiny.
Even with her sitting down, I could tell how small she was.
“They say she in the streets,” Mook joined in because he could hear us talking over the music.
“In the streets doing what?” I asked him, and my question caused him, and Kendrick to laugh.
“Nigga, she in the streets doing the same shit that we out here doing. I mean, she not in a position right now where she got an organization or anything behind her. They say that she help move weight for Gold” Mook informed me.
I was caught off guard by that, so I stopped hitting the blunt for a second. Gold was big time in Miami. He hasn’t been a small-time hustler since he was a teenager.
“She pretty. Pretty ass bitch for sure. She reminds me of what they say Uzi was back in the day. It’s not often that you’ll hear anyone compare another woman to a young Uzi.
Granted, we were kids when Uzi was in the streets, running shit, but just based off the things that they’ve said about Uzi over the years, I feel like Riot has a lot of her ways.
I ain’t going to lie, I been looking over there at her since she walked in.
She quiet. I can tell by the way her eyes keep searching around this whole room that she’s calculated in everything that she does.
If Gold ever put that girl in a position to really run her own shit, she going to be fuckin dangerous, man.
Shit, she’ll probably give us a run for our money,” Mook spoke on Riot, and I stood, puffing the blunt, watching her.
In this life, I’ve been in situations where I could have any bitch that I’ve wanted. I’ve fucked some of the prettiest girls. I don’t think that I’ve ever stood back and been this infatuated with one though. I wanted to stand here, post up, and continue to learn new shit about her.