7. Ariana ‘Ari’ Monroe #2
I made it over to the section where the members of MBM were, and they were thick in here.
Kori, who was the bottle girl for the section, was already there and you could see it in her eyes that she was a little scared.
Kori has only been here for about five months now, but Mark liked her, so he would give her the big sections too.
Her cheeks were literally turning red, as she stood, taking the order from Mook.
She was in a section with killers, and drug dealers.
These young niggas were thugs, and it had her shook.
I scanned the section, trying to find Dolo, and he was standing closer to the railing, with a blunt in his hand, smoking, while he looked around the club.
“There your fine ass go! We been looking for you!” Mook greeted me, once I walked over.
I smiled at his words, and I walked into his embrace, giving him a quick hug. Mook had been on my body for years now. This nigga has been trying to fuck me for as long as I can remember, but I wouldn’t budge.
If you were from Miami, then you knew that MBM niggas had a history of being the biggest dogs.
It wouldn’t be smart to date any of them.
Don’t get me wrong, you can fuck them, get a nut or two out of them, but don’t do anything further than that because you will fuck around, and get your feelings hurt.
With Mook, I could have been fucked, and got a little money out of him, but it wasn’t worth the headache.
It wasn’t worth the circus show that would come with it.
I didn’t have time to be beefing with his other hoes, all because I decided to finally let him fuck.
“What’s up? What you doing to my girl? Why you got her looking red in the face?” I asked him right after we pulled away from the hug.
The fact that he laughed, while looking me up and down, proved to me that he was fucking with her.
“I ain’t do nothing. I’m chillin. I told her that she gotten loosen up some.
She ain’t gotta be scared to be in a section with us.
We not going to bite her. Ari, tell her that me, and my niggas tip good.
We’ll have her bills paid for the next couple of months,” Mook said to me, and I delivered the message to Kori, so she would know that she was in good hands while in this section.
Plus, I was working it with her, so I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her.
“Ya’ll celebrating something tonight, or ya’ll just pulled up to watch the fight?
What we doing? We starting out with champagne, or ya’ll going right in for the big stuff?
” I asked, pulling out my small notebook, ready to start writing down whatever Mook and the rest of the MBM boys were going to dish out to me.
They never ordered small, so I needed this notebook to jot it all down.
“Nah. We not celebrating nothing. We had a good work week, so we decided to pull up here, and vibe. Start us out with Ace and Don. We can bring the champagne and shit out after that,” he told me, and I wrote that down.
Kori and I ended up splitting up in the section, so we could go around and take any food orders.
Some of the men wanted to eat, so I jotted down the entrees that they put in.
The last person that I had to take an order for was Dolo.
He was still standing up front by the railing in the section, smoking on his blunt, bobbing his head to the music, and watching what was going on in front of him.
With the section they were in, it gave the best view of the club.
You could see everything that was coming and going.
“What’s up Dolo? You putting an order in for food too?” I asked, standing just a few feet away from him.
He heard me over the loud music, so he turned his head, looking down at me.
Riot had every right to question me about this nigga in the car the other night because God damn, he was fine!
Fine in such a hood, ruggish, yet classy kind of way.
The glasses he wore gave off the classy look.
He had swag too. Like, he wasn’t one of those fashion killer niggas, that likes to compete with a woman, wearing bedazzled jackets and shit, and over doing the designer pieces, either.
He dressed very manly, and I could see why all the women would be attracted to that.
He was dressed in a Chrome hearts charcoal colored hoodie, and up under the hoodie, you could see the graphic tee that he had on as well.
His bottoms were a pair of black cargo shorts, and they hung off his waist a little bit.
Because he was in shorts, you could see the tattoos that took up space on both his legs.
A peach-colored hat sat on top of his head, hiding his short cut.
Simple gray and white Asics sneakers were on his feet.
A couple of silver Cuban link chains were dancing around his neck, and the bracelet was dancing just as much.
“Hey. How you doing? Yeah, I’ll eat. Let me get the jerk pasta,” he told me, and I added that on to the already lengthy list that I had on the notepad.
I let him know that I had his order, and that I was going to take it to the back, and put it in, but before I could walk away, he stopped me.
“You good?” he asked me, looking me in my eyes. I could tell that it was something more the nigga wanted to ask me, but he was holding back.
“I’m good,” I let him know, and he nervously picked his hand up, took the cap off, and he scratched his head.
That movement exposed the Glock that he had resting on his hip. MBM niggas did whatever they wanted to, and because they spent so much money here, Mark would allow security to have them come inside the club with their guns.
“Where your cousin at?” he asked me, and I found myself smiling because I knew who this nigga was talking about, but I was going to play dumb and pretend that I didn’t know.
He was questioning me about Riot. The same way that Riot was questioning me about him, here he goes, doing it too.
“Which cousin?” I asked, playing dumb.
“The little one. Riot,” you could tell it took a lot for him to ask me about her.
Like I said, I didn’t know Dolo personally, but nothing about him gave that he’s ever been the kind of dude to go around checking for a woman. His life just gave that he was the kind of dude where all the women would be checking for him, flocking to him, wanting to be the one that gets chosen.
“She home. Riot not a people person. She don’t really do the whole club thing.
The last time that I took her to the club with me, she got into a fight in the restroom, and her ass went to jail,” I voiced, and he hung onto my every word, looking me in my eyes, as if it made his night that he was hearing me talk about Riot to him.
“They told me that she work for Gold,” he said.
This was the most that me, and Dolo had ever spoken to each other. Normally, when he came into the club, and I would have his section, we really only talked about the shit that he wanted to eat, or the bottles that he wanted to put in. It was never anything personal like this.
“She was before she got locked up. I don’t know if she is anymore. She won’t tell me what happened, but I feel like the nigga might have let her go because she’s been in a fucked-up mood for days now. Riot going to be good though. She’s a hustler at heart,” I assured him.
“Aight. You ain’t gotta tell her that I asked about her. I don’t need her thinking that I’m sweating her and shit,” he said, and I just laughed, lied to him and told him that I wouldn’t tell her, and then I walked away.
As soon as I got my ass home, I was going to tell Riot that Dolo was checking for her.
Knowing Riot, she was going to pretend that she didn’t give a damn, but on the inside, it might make her a little happy.
Riot didn’t have any experience like that with niggas.
She was mean to all of them. She’s never confided in me to even tell me that she thought a boy was cute.
The most she’s ever done was question me the other day about Dolo.
I knew my cousin wasn’t into girls, though.
She could hardly tolerate a bitch in her space, so I knew that she wouldn’t go as far as liking one.
I could see Dolo, and Riot being something. Just from being around him in the club, and what I knew about him, it’s like he was the male version of Riot. I don’t know if this was making me delusional, but I could see something coming from the two of them.