8. Dominque ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Dominque ‘Dolo’ Shaw
“What were you and Ari talking about the other night in the section? I feel like she was in your face for a little minute,” Jazelle said, walking out of her bathroom, and over to me. She wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Her body was still wet from the shower that she’d just taken.
She hit me earlier, asking me if I could come over later tonight after she finished with the gym, and I told her I would.
I’ve been grinding so much these days, putting a lot of work in, that I haven’t had the time to bust a good nut, so here I was, at her place, knowing that she was going to get me right like she always did.
“We wasn’t talking about shit,” I said, turning my head, so that I could follow her, as she walked over to me, and once she was in front of me, I leaned back a little bit, wanting to fully take her in.
I was sitting down in the ottoman that was right in front of her king-sized bed.
My shoes were off because I left them by the door when I walked in.
I was in my socks, some gray joggers, and a white tee.
My dick jumped a little bit in my briefs once my eyes saw the beautiful piece of art that was before me.
You could tell that the work she was putting in at the gym was paying off.
Her titties sat up nicely, her waist was small, and her ass was so fat.
She still had her blonde wig on, but Jazelle knew how to touch up her hair, so that shit looked good on her.
I usually don’t like the wig look. A woman will be quick to call a nigga sassy for saying this, but I hated seeing that screen door lace shit sitting on a woman’s forehead.
To me, that shit was ugly as fuck. I would rather a woman wear some kind of leave out style.
I fucked with the leave- outs. That shit was sexy as fuck, especially when they had the stylist put those big, bouncy curls in it.
I was a simple man. Wigs, long eye lashes, and a face full of make-up didn’t impress me.
I liked my bitch naturally pretty. Naturally fine bitches has always been what I was attracted to.
“You don’t have to lie to me Dolo. You make sure that you constantly remind me that I’m not your bitch, and that we just fuck around.
If that’s the case, then just tell me what you and Ari were talking about.
I’m not going to get mad about it,” her ass lied, knowing damn well that she would get mad.
I loved fuckin Jazelle, and getting my dick ate up by her because no other woman could do that shit like her, but it came with a motha fuckin headache.
She would often pretend that she understood that the two of us had an understanding, but every time I would get around her, she would constantly be trying to check me about some shit that she saw, or something that she heard me do.
“I’m not worried about if you get mad or not, love. That’s the least of my worries. I’m just a grown man, and I don’t have to sit here, and run down to you what I was talking to another female about,” you could hear it in my voice that I was getting agitated with her.
I used to feel like the bullshit that I would put up with from Jazelle would be worth the nut, but she was about to lose me. When I pulled up on her, I was just trying to fuck and go on about my day. She was going to fuck around, and make shit tricky, having it where I don’t come over anymore.
“That’s because you probably want to fuck that bitch, and that’s why you won’t tell me,” she fussed, and I stood up because that was my cue to dip.
“I’m out. That pussy good, but it ain’t worth the motha fuckin headache.
You know the kind of nigga that I am, yo.
If I was trying to fuck Ari, I would have told you that.
That ain’t what the fuck I was talking to her about.
Why the fuck I gotta sit here, and keep explaining that shit to you for?
You trippin!” I snapped, ready to walk past her, but she grabbed my arm, in an attempt to stop me from walking away.
“Okay. Okay, Dolo don’t leave. That’s just not a good feeling knowing that all these hoes be in your face, wanting to fuck you,” she voiced.
“Ari don’t want to fuck me though. Ari cool people. She get me and my niggas right every time we pull up at the club. Ima head out. My dick ain’t even hard no more. Watch out,” I snatched my arm away from her, so that I could get out of her room.
She sucked her teeth, and I could hear her mumbling shit up under her breath, as I was leaving the room.
I went over to my shoes that were by the front door, and as I was stepping into them, she came from the back, but this time, she was in a silk robe.
There was a look of disappointment in her face as she tied the strings in the front, walking over to me, and looking up at me.
“So, you’re really going to go?” she asked me.
“Yeah man. You doing too much. I don’t do all that back, and forth shit, getting accused of some shit that I know I’m not out here doing.
I told you what it was between me and Ari, yet you still chose to believe what you wanted to.
I’ll holla at you the next time,” I said, barely getting my shoes on fast enough before I was reaching for the door handle, and I was getting the fuck on.
Truth is, I didn’t play that shit when it came to bitches.
I knew that females could do some spiteful shit, especially when shit didn’t go their way, or they were trying to get their lick back on a nigga.
To prevent her from snapping, and me having to fuck around and kill her ass in here, it was best that I just leave.
Of course, on my way out of the door, she called me all kinds of fuck niggas, and pussy ass niggas, saying shit that a typical Miami woman would say, and I let her have that.
I didn’t stoop down to her level, neither did I choose to hurt her chest and tell her that the reason why I had been talking to Ari for so long is because I was checking for her cousin, Riot.
I ain’t want to put Riot in the middle of no shit, and that’s why I chose to be the bigger person, ignore her ass, and get the fuck on.
Jazelle stayed in these luxury apartments, and she was up on the third floor.
Instead of taking the elevators, I chose to just jog down the stairs, and before I knew it, I’d made it out into the parking lot, over to my car, and I was quickly getting in.
I just got my car back this morning. That night at the listening party, when niggas came through, shooting that shit up, my car sustained a few bullets, so I had to take it to the shop to get fixed.
I removed the gun that I had resting on my hip, and I tossed it in the cupholder.
By this point, it was a little after 11 at night, and I sat here for a few seconds, just trying to see where I wanted to go.
Jazelle stayed out in Hollywood, so she wasn’t too far from Hollywood beach.
Instead of going home, I was going to head out to the beach, have me a drink at one of my favorite spots, probably eat some food out there, and call it a night.
I drove with the music turned down low because I wanted it to be quiet enough for me to have room to process my thoughts.
Everything in my life has been going the way that it should be.
The other night when I went to that listening party, that was the most drama that I’ve had in a while.
We still didn’t know who was responsible for that shit.
Immediately, when I heard the shots, I thought that they were coming from dem 9 boyz, especially since my crew was in the building, and given the ongoing beef that we had with them, I assumed they had opened fire, but it wasn’t.
I was told they were inside the house as well, shooting back at whoever was shooting inside of the mansion.
Miami was one of those cities where niggas ran their mouths like hoes, and whenever they were involved in a shootout, they loved to run around, and speak on it, so it was only a matter of time before one of these dumb ass niggas started telling on themselves, and we could get to the bottom of who that was shooting inside the house.
I pulled up to the beach about ten minutes later, and I chose to park my car in the parking garage. I was able to snag a spot on the first floor, so once I grabbed my gun, placed it on me, and got out of the car, I was able to walk directly out of the garage, and onto the boardwalk area.
It was always a nice vibe out here. There was multiple bars and restaurants, and each one of them had their own vibe going on. On the boardwalk, you could see anything from people roller skating, riding their bikes, couples holding hands, or some dancing to the music that was playing.
There was multiple places to sit down, so some people were just sitting around, enjoying the views. The spot that I was looking for was called Nicks. They usually had live entertainment, and the wings were always good. I was nearing it. In just a few short steps, it was coming up on my left.
Something told me to turn my head and look right.
I don’t know if it was God that planted that direction in my head, telling me to look to the right of me, or if I was just pulled to look in her direction, just as I was that night at the listening party.
Either way, I turned to look, and it was Riot sitting there.
She was sitting on the seawall along the boardwalk.
She was turned sideways, with her legs folded, sitting Indian style, and you could tell that she was in deep thought about something.