4. Riot St. James #2
“I see you ate that lil time up that they gave you. That shit went by super-fast. I remember when it made the news and shit, and your mugshot had gone viral on social media. Whenever I would see Ari in the club, I would ask her for your information, so that I could put some money on your books, but she would always tell me that you were straight, so I wouldn’t pressure her about it.
I know you were straight on the inside, but what’s it looking like for you now on the outside?
I been told you that you could come over with me and my niggas, and I got a spot for you,” he shot, and I looked at him like he was crazy, just as I did when he brought this shit to the table awhile back.
“I’m good. The last thing I want is a handout,” I was honest with him, and when I said that, it was his turn to look at me like I was crazy.
“If you calling me trying to put you on as a handout, then everybody in the motha fuckin dope game has accepted a handout then. That’s not what this is, Riot.
I see the kind of animal that you can be, and I’m just trying to put you in a position to eat, now that your home.
I know you help move weight for Gold. You been in the game for a few years, so you know how this shit goes.
Being a part of Gold’s crew, you know that everything changes once you catch a case.
You become a liability after. It’s a chance that the police going to start watching you.
A nigga like Gold not going to take that kind of risk towards his organization.
I’m sure that he has already given your spot away.
Whenever you come down off that high horse that you’re on, and you start thinking logically, remember that it’s always a spot for you with us.
I’ll even change the name of our shit to Dem 9 boyz and girls.
Just for your beautiful,” he finished, and he put his hand up under my chin, looking me in my eyes for a few seconds, and then he walked away.
I hated that his bitch ass just confirmed what my fears with Gold were.
Everything that he just said about Gold were things that I had been in my head about.
One thing for sure though, I would get on the corner and sell ass before I ever became a part of Elijah and his crew. That shit would never happen.
About ten minutes had gone by, and I was still standing out here. I needed to go back inside, around some noise. I knew that if I stayed out here, where it was quiet, I was going to continue to think about bad shit and get in my head.
I removed my hands from inside my pockets, and I turned around, heading for the patio door.
Literally, the second my hand touched the handle, the door had already slid back from the inside.
I wasn’t expecting someone to be standing there, so when I took a step up, I ran smack dab into him.
I’m talking, my head hit against his chest. We were both taken aback by that crash happening, so he stared down at me, while I looked up at him.
I knew of him. Never was in the same room as him though, so you know that I’ve never been this close on him, either.
I was in the same line of business as him, so I would have been a little crazy if I didn’t know who he was.
I was nowhere near his level of status though.
I was a puppy in this drug shit, while he was a certified big dawg.
It was Dolo. He stood there, and I really didn’t expect him to be this handsome close up, so for a second, it’s almost like I didn’t know what the fuck to do, let alone what the fuck I should say.
I said before that although I haven’t hit that stage in my life where I was into men to the point that I would actually like them, and think about being their girlfriend, I have ran into my fair share of men over the years that I’ve found attractive, but nothing has ever gone further than that. This man right here though…. my God!
Dolo wasn’t super tall. Like, I wasn’t going to stand here, and make him out to be this big, buff 6’4” man because he wasn’t that.
If I had to guess his height, I would say that he was probably six feet even.
Maybe even 6’1”, but nothing taller than that.
The height was good on him though. He was still much taller than me, which is why I was looking up at him.
He was lean, but up under the denim Prada button down, and jeans that he was wearing, you could also tell that he was a little solid.
He was the perfect shape if you ask me. His skin complexion matched mine.
That golden skin that I had was the same for him.
He kept his hair low and neatly cut. His facial hair wasn’t too much.
Really just a thin mustache, shaped with a goatee, that made him look just a little bit older than he was, even though I knew that he was only a few years older than me.
I was dying to know what his parents might have looked like because someone had passed down perfect face structure to him.
For a man, his cheekbones were very defined, and his jawline was so sharp, that this man could really be a model.
One look at him, and you could tell that he was a hood nigga, but he had balance because Dolo wore prescription glasses.
The Prada frames that he wore made him ten times sexier than what he really was.
Big brown eyes, that had no problem dancing all around me, taking me in.
I paid attention to the ‘MBM’ tattoo, that was in red ink, right above his right eyebrow.
You could tell that he took that gang shit serious because my eyes dropped down to his hands, paying attention to both fist. His right hand had the words ‘MBM’ and it was surrounded by fire, and flames, while on the left hand, it was the words, ‘Life’, so when you put both fist together, it read, ‘ MBM LIFE’.
Before either one of us could act on what just finished happening, all you heard coming from inside the house was…..
“BLAOW! BLAOW!”
Loud gunshots filled the air, and I tried to take off inside the house, knowing that my cousins were inside, but this nigga grabbed me up, putting his hands on my shoulder, trying to push me out.
“Nigga, what the fuck are you doing? My cousins are inside. Move!” I screamed at him, trying to get inside of the house, but he pushed my ass out, and he ran out with me.
“The shots coming from in front of the fuckin house. What sense that make for you to run inside the house, and one of them bullets fly in, hitting you right in the head? I’m sure everybody on the inside knows to take cover and get the fuck down.
You get the fuck down too!” he barked at me, yelling at me like he knew me from way back to me snapping on me like this.
“I don’t give a fuck about anything that your saying to me right now. I need to get to my fuckin cousins!” I screamed at his ass, getting in his face.
More shots started firing from the front of the house, and this crazy ass nigga all but tackled me to the ground. He had me lay on my back, while he kneeled before me, with his gun in his hands, checking around, just in case somebody came out here, and he had to blow their heads off.
“You need to chill the fuck out. If something going to happen to your cousins, I don’t think they would want you to walk your ass right into the middle of that shit. Stay the fuck out here and stay down!” he barked at me again.
As angry as I was, I knew that he was right. The sound of the guns erupting fire went on for at least two more minutes. When I didn’t hear anymore shooting, that’s when I attempted to stand up, but he reached his hand out, pushing me back down.
“Stay down. Gotta make sure these niggas don’t spin back,” he let me know, as he stood on his feet, still looking around, making sure the coast was clear, and once another two minutes went by, and he realized that the shots stopped, that’s when he reached his hand out for me to take it.
Pissed that he had pushed me down on the ground, plus stopped me from getting in the house, so that I could check on my cousins, so I didn’t even bother reaching for his hand.
I stood up on my own, and once I was on my own two feet, I used my hands, so that I could dust off some of the dirt that had gotten on me. When he saw that I didn’t take his hand, he sucked his teeth. You could tell that he was offended.
“A motha fuckin thank you would be nice!” he had the nerve to say.
“What the fuck am I thanking you for? The fact that you tackled me down to the ground, or that you prevented me from going inside to get to my cousins?” I screamed at him, pissed that he wasn’t understanding my frustrations right now.
“Thank me for exactly that. Tackling you to the ground and preventing you from getting to your cousins. Your lil’ ass would have been stretched the fuck out the second you walked through the house.
Girl, them bullets were flying inside from the front.
No disrespect to your cousins but fuck your cousins right now.
This a dog-eat-dog world. You gotta do what the fuck you gotta do to stay alive.
The point that I was trying to get you to understand was that I’m sure they had already sought shelter from the inside.
You were willing to die, just to walk to them, when they were probably already down, in place, waiting for the guns to stop ringing?
” he shot, and as he was snapping on me, you could see the veins that were popping out of the side of his neck.
“Stop speaking to me as if you fuckin know me,” there was so much anger in my voice, as I walked around him, so that I could get to the door.
“That’s probably the only thing that we’ve agreed on thus far. I don’t know you, yet I just saved your motha fuckin life. Next time, I’ll just let your stupid ass get hit!” I allowed him to get the last word because arguing back and forth with him wasn’t as important as getting to my cousins.