8. Dominque ‘Dolo’ Shaw #3
If I put her on with me, this would be something new for me.
Don’t get me wrong, my traps had women. I had women with titles of cooking up work, bagging it, and just doing their parts to help the traps run smoothly.
I knew that the position that I gave Riot had to be different.
She was used to being on the road, putting major work in with Gold, so if I was going to give her anything, I knew that I had to give her what she was used to, or she was going to turn my offer down.
“I can put you on with us if you want. I mean, I gotta take you up under my wing for a little bit, see what all you know, so that I can know where to put you,” I shared, and there was a look on her face, like she couldn’t believe that I was asking her this.
Being as though she was down on her pussy right now, without work, since Gold let her go, you would think that she would have jumped up, immediately asking me when she could start, but she didn’t do that. If anything, she was hesitant.
“It’s cool. I would rather earn myself a spot at a table.
I don’t like shit being handed down to me.
When it comes to this drug shit, niggas not just handing you a seat at the table without expecting something in return.
I just watched a nigga chew me and spit me out like the shit that I got going on don’t mean shit to him.
I don’t ever want to be in a position again where someone has the leverage to get rid of me like that,” that was real.
I liked her way of thinking. I wasn’t that kind of nigga though.
“Your spot not going to be handed to you. This ain’t a fairytale, love.
I’m not going to just easily put you on like that.
Like I said, I gotta see the way you work, so I’ll know where to even place you.
Shit, I might not fuck with your work ethic and decide to get rid of you within a week.
Stay under me, do your part, stand out from the rest, and I’ll give you a real seat at the table.
That shit gotta be earned though. Who knows the kind of doors this can open for you.
Maybe you’ll become so good at this shit, that you’ll be able to run your own organization one day,” I let her know, and I could see it in her eyes that I was moving her with my words.
It’s like there was this piece of her that wanted to take me up on my offer, but another piece was pulling her in another direction, telling her not to trust the shit that I was saying.
“At the end of the day, I’m not the only drug operation out here.
What I can tell you is that these other operations not seeing me, and my niggas.
I run Brickell, downtown, and all throughout Edgewater.
The numbers I’m pulling in monthly is different from anyone else.
I know this. I know this because ain’t nobody selling the kind of product that I’m pushing out.
My shit is good quality, and good quality is the equivalent of being able to push it out for good money.
I got the best connect in Miami. You’ll be crazy to turn down what I’m offering.
Everybody that works for me eats good. My runners even drive hell cats,” that was all I was going to say after that.
I could see it in her eyes that she didn’t know me well enough to trust my ass, but at the same time, she didn’t want to walk away from this opportunity.
She gave it about two minutes, and then she stood up, and I thought that she was getting ready to walk away from me, but she stood her short ass in front of me, looking up at me.
We weren’t that far away from each other, but we also weren’t that close.
I was close enough to smell her though. She smelled sweet.
“How I know you don’t want something in return? Like try to fuck me or something?” she asked, and I chuckled at that.
“I don’t know what kind of lame ass nigga you think I am, but I don’t do shit out of the kindness of my heart because I’m expecting pussy.
It’s a million bitches in Miami that I can easily get pussy from.
Keep your pussy to yourself, baby. Not to say that it’s going to happen, but if it does, we’ll fuck because you want to,” I cockily threw in, and like that shit disgusted her, she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah okay. I’ll take you up on your offer. When can I start?” she wanted to know.
“Shit. Tomorrow. Here. Put your number in my phone,” I said, reaching inside my pocket, and I handed her my personal phone.
My business phone was in the car. The burner phones were tucked away in the glove compartment too. I watched her as she quickly keyed in her number, and then she handed the phone back to me, where I placed it back inside my pocket.
“You still not going to come get something to eat with me?” I asked, just to see if she was going to take me up on that offer.
“It’s cool. Go head. Ima head out. I been out here too long,” she let me know, and I nodded my head, respecting that.
“Where you parked your car?” I asked.
This was different for me. I could tell that she was trying to wrap this shit up, but for whatever reason, I didn’t want her to go. Even though she was mean as fuck, I knew that I could break that wall down. I could make her want to be around me because I knew that I was a vibe.
“I don’t drive. I took an Uber out here,” she said, and I nodded.
“Then just have dinner with me, and I’ll take you back home. I ain’t going to be out here long. I just want a drink, and some wings. You don’t know the niggas that’s going to drive you around in those Ubers, but you know me a little bit, so just wait it out with me,” I said.
“Alright. I’m not hungry though,” she said.
“That’s cool,” and from there, I stepped out of the way, so that she could walk on the side of me.
I had no idea what the fuck was in store for us for the rest of the night, especially since I could tell that she was a woman of very little words, but I’m going to try to get some words out of her.
I wasn’t going to get too personal with her though because I could tell that she didn’t want to speak on personal shit with me.
I was just going to keep it about the business. The plan was to have her start working tomorrow, so while we sat down, and had dinner, I planned to put her on, so that she could know what was going to be in store for her tomorrow.