10. Riot St. James #2
I walked over to the bed, and I saw that it was Dolo calling me. This was his first time calling me since he gave me his number. He only texted me this morning to let me know what time he needed me to come in. Never gave me a location or anything. He told me that he would give it to me later.
I went ahead, and answered the phone, putting it on speaker, as I walked back over to my dresser, that had a mirror attached to it, wanting to finish combing through my curls.
“Hello?” I answered for him.
“What’s up? You ready?” he asked.
“Yeah. I don’t have the address though,” I let him know.
“You don’t need it. I got somebody en route right now to pick you up and bring you where I’m at. He just texted me. He’ll be to you in five minutes,” he responded, and that shit sounded fishy as fuck, so I sucked my teeth.
“You can text him back and tell him that I don’t need him to come and pick me up.
Just give me the address, and I’ll take an uber to the location.
Why the fuck would you even give a random nigga my address in the first place?
” I snapped on him. Just that fast, things was starting to go left already.
“Because you not about to get in an uber and have a random ass person pulling up to one of my traps. The nigga that I got coming your way, his face is good. It’s no funny shit on his end.
He was already paid to do a job, which is to pick you up, and bring you over here.
He do anything other than that, he going to get his ass killed.
You going to be ready in five minutes?” he asked, as if he just knew that I was still going to come.
“I don’t know this nigga though,” I had to repeat that because I think that that’s the part he wasn’t understanding.
“You don’t know me either, but you got in the car with me last night. Be ready in five minutes because he already on the way. I’ll see you when you get here,” he spat, and then hung the phone up on me.
In this moment, I was regretting getting in the car with Dolo after we left the beach because now the nigga knew where I lived and look how easy it was for him to give someone my address.
I hated being put in fucked up situations like this.
There was one voice that was telling me to relax, and trust him, but I was one of those people where you had to earn my trust. It was too soon for me to trust this nigga right now.
Just in case some funny shit went down with the dude that was picking me up, I went into my closet, and I pulled the box out that was sitting on top of the rack, and the Glock that was hiding in there, I stuffed it on my waist, pulled my sweater down so that it could hide it, and I left out of the closet.
I moved around the room, straightening up, and just as I was walking out of the bedroom, a text came in from Dolo, letting me know that the dude was outside.
I locked up the house, said a quick prayer that I was safe tonight, and the second I made it outside, there was a black Escalade parked right in front of the driveway.
The windows on it were dark as hell, so you couldn’t get a glimpse of what the inside of the truck looked like.
I went for the back, needing to be behind this nigga, so that I could watch his every move, and if he were to pull out his phone to text anyone, I wanted to be able to sit right behind him, and see what he was saying in his text messages.
The door was unlocked, so I pulled on the handle, opened the door, and the driver turned around, looking at me.
He was a young dude. Older than me, but still young looking.
If I had to guess, I would say that he was probably 23 or something like that.
There was a face tat right above his eyebrow that said, ‘MBM’, so he was running with Dolo, and his crew.
He was dressed in all black, with a black cap that was on his head.
I scanned the car, just wanting to check everything out, and it all looked legit. The truck had that new car smell, and in the back, there were two bottles of water that hadn’t been opened yet.
“What’s up? Riot, right? I’m Mitch,” he greeted me.
“Yeah. I got a gun on me. You try some funny shit, I’m killing your ass,” I let him know, and as if this shit was funny to him, he cracked a smile.
“I try some funny shit, Dolo going to kill me too, so I guess I would have to die twice in one night, huh?” he asked me, and hearing him say that eased my mind a little bit, so I was able to get inside the truck, and I sat on the end.
Before he pulled off, he looked back, made sure I was good, asked me if I needed him to adjust the air or anything, and once I assured him that I was fine, he pulled out.
He drove with his left hand, and with his right hand, I watched him as he picked his phone up that was in the middle console, and because I had perfect vision, I was able to see when he unlocked the phone, maneuvered around until he got to Dolo’s contact, and he sent him a message. He texted the words, ‘I got her’.
Dolo immediately texted him back, and I could see where he texted…
‘Aight. Drive safe while you got her in the back with you. I would hate to have to kill your ass’.
I’m not sure if I was crazy, or I just didn’t know the things that I was supposed to like and not like when it came to men, but I liked that.
I liked that Dolo was making it clear to this man that he would kill his ass if he put me in harm’s way.
The entire car ride was a quiet one. Mitch never said anything to me, and I never said anything to him. If anything, I just sat back, taking the scenery in, trying to get a feel of where we were, and the direction that I felt like he was taking me in.
We were driving for a little minute, until we eventually landed in Little Havana.
I didn’t know much about this area. The thing that I did know was basic stuff, like it was typically a quiet area.
We pulled up to these older apartment and duplex buildings.
It seemed quiet, but with the right amount of busy because there were enough cars that were parked in the parking lot, so you could tell that a good number of people lived here.
I thought that Mitch was going to just park the car, and tell me to get out, but he parked the car, got out, and I got out as well. It was dark out, with minimal lighting out here. He led the way, taking me over to a set of stairs, and we took them up together, going up to the second floor.
We made it in front of an apartment door, and the number read, ‘2345’.
It was quiet on the inside. You didn’t hear loud noise, music, talking, none of those things.
Mitch knocked on the door, and less than a second later, someone came and opened it.
I immediately recognized the dude that opened the door.
I knew he was one of Dolo’s home boys. His name was Mook.
He looked me up and down with a smile on his face, and he reached his hand out for Mitch, so that the two of them could slap it up with each other.
“Dolo told me that you were coming, but I thought the nigga was lying. How you doing?” he asked, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
I didn’t shake it because we were literally inside of a stash spot, and there’s no telling the shit this nigga has been touching, so I kept my hands at my side, nodding my head at him.
“Hey,” was all I said to him, and when I declined his handshake, Mitch laughed.
“She a tough one,” Mitch said to Mook, who laughed it off.
He stepped to the side, so that he could allow the two of us to get inside of the apartment.
The inside of this spot looked like something straight out of one of those drug dealing movies.
When I turned my head to the left, that’s where the kitchen was, and there were three women in there, butt naked, and they were standing over the stove, cooking up dope.
They were so locked in with what they were doing that they never turned around to see when I walked in.
Two other women were sitting at a small table that was near the kitchen, and they were sorting through product.
Mook went over to the couch, and he flopped down.
His position at this stash house tonight was probably to look after the girls.
All kinds of thoughts started filling my mind.
I started thinking if Dolo thought that I was going to be walking around here without any clothes on, cooking up dope for him like the rest of the girls here were doing.
Before I could even question where he was, I could feel a presence coming from the back room, and it was him.
Dolo was dressed in all black, just like Mitch and Mook. He swaggered over, slapped hands with Mitch, but while he was doing that, he had his eyes on me the entire time.
“I appreciate it. You can go down to the other spot. I’ll be over there later tonight,” Dolo said to Mitch, and he nodded, and walked out.
“Come on. Let me talk to you in the back,” Dolo said to me.
He led the way, and I followed behind him.
He took me to a back room, where I expected other people to be, but it was just the two of us.
There were a couple of tables in here, and black duffle bags sat on two of the tables.
One table had a bunch of money. Some were wrapped up in rubber bands, while some were just laid out, and I knew that it was in the process of being counted.
I’m sure that’s what he was back here doing before he came out front.
“I don’t know if the plan is for me to get naked, and go out there, and do what you have those other girls doing, but I’m not doing that. Just figured that I get that off my chest first,” I let him know.