11. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
The day had been going smooth. We had a drop early this morning that went as planned, and I had been very hands on all day, checking in on traps, looking at numbers, and after all the running around that I did today, I was able to end the night off at one of my stash houses, where I did a money count with Riot.
Its crazy because usually when I did money counts, I liked to do that alone, in silence, so that I could make sure I wasn’t fuckin my own count up.
She wasn’t even the one that was doing all the talking.
It was me, shooting out question after question every five minutes, just trying to get a feel for her.
Yeah, there was a part of me that just genuinely wanted to know more about her, but then there was another part that was feeling her out because I was getting ready to add her in with my troops.
I wanted to make sure that I was putting someone on that was legit, and that I wasn’t just offering this position to her because I felt bad about the way Gold let her go.
For a minute, it felt like I was pulling teeth trying to talk to Riot.
That’s how it felt that night at the beach, too.
She was trying to act all tough, as if I was annoying her with all the questions, but I knew she loved that shit.
I had her ass right where the fuck she wanted to be, and with a bullet to her head, that probably wouldn’t have been enough to get her to leave the stash house.
Everything had been going good. We had just finished the money count, and I was about to head to the spot to drop it off.
One of my corner boys hit me, telling me that some niggas from dem 9 boyz pulled up to a corner that they knew I ran, and them niggas were out there trying to make serves.
At this point, I knew that shit was being done to poke the bear.
They had to know that it was going to be some consequences for that.
They had to know that I was the pettiest nigga alive, and that me, and my crew were the last niggas that you wanted to go to war with.
I’ll do some disrespectful shit like set up shop in a nigga’s grandma’s house.
Knowing how low I’ll stoop, I have no understanding why them bitch ass niggas continued to try me the way that they did.
I was driving fast, oozing in and out of traffic with Riot in the passenger seat.
Most females would have been sitting in the passenger seat scared out of their mind, but not her.
She had this look on her face, as if she was anxious for us to get there.
I was about five minutes away, and I kept stealing glances at her, just to make sure that her ass wasn’t getting scared. She wasn’t. She was ready.
“Where we going?” she eventually asked me.
“You don’t think it’s a little late to be asking that? You already in the car with me. You can’t turn back now,” I let her know.
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. I just genuinely want to know where we going,” she released.
“I gotta pull up to one of my corners right quick. Some niggas there that’s not supposed to be,” I shared, keeping it simple.
“That’s one of your popular corners?” she inquired.
“Yeah. It makes a lot of noise. Niggas know that’s my turf,” I responded.
“Then that shit sounds like a fuckin set up,” she responded, and that’s when I took my eyes off the road for a second, so that I could look down at her.
“A set up how? The niggas that’s on that corner, we already beefing with them, but shit been quiet lately.
They tried to size me up a little bit the other night at that listening party, but they never acted on it.
They still trying to get me to take it there with them,” I let her know because I knew that she didn’t know the specifics of the beef.
“And they chose a random Wednesday night to post up on a corner that they know belongs to you? Sounds like a set up to me. That was your corner boy that called you back at the stash spot, right? If they purposely set up shop right in your turf, they knew that the second they did that, that a phone call would get put in to you, and that you would come down, so that you could handle it. They didn’t set up shop to disrespect you.
They did it to lure you in. How much longer until we get there because they just pulled you right in?
” she asked, reaching behind her to pull the gun she kept tucked at the back of her pants.
“We’ll be there in less than a minute,” I told her.
I usually had that third eye and could sense bullshit from a mile away.
I didn’t see it the way Riot saw it, but if she did know what she was talking about, I removed my gun from my waist as well, sat it in my lap, and I killed my lights on the car.
It really defeated the purpose of me doing that because the second I turned onto the corner, it’s as if they had niggas waiting out for me in the front because just like Riot predicted, bullets started flying our way.
The seatbelt that she had on, she took that shit off, let a shot fly out through the passenger window, and she was small enough to duck down on the floor, but she kept her head up, and her arm out, and she let bullets fly out.
I mean, she was letting that motha fucka ring.
I put the car in park, rolled my window down, and instead of shooting with the Glock that I’d placed in my lap, I went below the seat, where I kept an AK, and like we were in the middle of Afghanistan, it sounded like I was letting off bombs with what I was shooting.
Bullets were flying in my direction, along with Riot’s direction, but she was able to handle her own.
“You good?” I screamed at her over the loud gun fire.
“Yeah! What the fuck, Dolo! Who are these niggas? Every time I get around you, I almost die!” she yelled at me.
I knew her ass was crazy for real because she didn’t sound angry or scared. If anything, she sounded aggravated that she had to be in the middle of a shootout right now.
“Ay, shoot that motha fuckin gun! Curse me out later. You ain’t almost die yet!” I talked shit, not taking my eyes off the right of me because if I looked over at her, one of those bullets were liable to fly into my skull, killing my ass right here on the spot.
This shit went on for over five minutes.
I’m talking straight gun action. I had this fine ass bitch in the car with me, down on her knees, shooting out of the window, with the same urge that I had to stay alive.
I know for a fact that if I would have been in the car with any other woman right now, that they would have been in this bitch screaming, crying, and stressing me the fuck out because they were afraid of what was taking place.
Riot didn’t scream, or cry yet. She only snapped at me for a second, feeling like she kept getting a little closer to death every time that she was around me.
“Stay in the car. Let me make sure it’s no more niggas standing,” I told her, not even waiting for a response from her because I quickly got out of the car, AK in my hand, pointing it as I walked with it because I didn’t know if there were any men still alive.
I walked over to the area, and there was about ten niggas down on their backs.
Bullet holes were shattered in just about every part of their body.
To the right of me, I could see a nigga lying on his back, fingers twiddling, and his eyes were halfway open.
He was hanging on by a thread. Seeing that, I walked over to him, pointed the gun right at his temple, and I pulled the trigger a couple of times, taking him out of the misery that he was in.
Walking around these men, I could see that somewhere on each of their bodies, they were stamped with the number 9 on them, signifying that all of them were members of dem 9 boyz.
This shit wasn’t making any kind of sense to me.
I haven’t fucked with them niggas in a while.
Shit has been quiet. Yeah, we had our little run in at the listening party, where them niggas were sizing me up and down, but that wasn’t enough for them to bring their boys out here, put them on my turf, lead me into a fuckin trap, and shoot a nigga up like this.
Shit had to be a little deeper than that, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
I walked away from the niggas that I killed, and I went over to Riot’s side, so that I could see what the fuck was going on over there.
Just like my side, there was about ten to twelve niggas stretched out on the concrete.
They were stretched out with bullets decorating their entire body as well, and the number 9 was tattooed on the side of each of their faces.
I walked around, checking out each man that was stretched out, just making sure that no one was moving, and once that was confirmed, I ran over to the car, quickly jumped inside, and I drove the car further down because that’s where my corner was, and I wanted to see what it was looking like over there.
“Fuck! Fuck man!” I cursed, seeing all the bodies that were stretched out.
It was my men, and it was some of dem 9 boyz men as well.
One of my little niggas, whose name was Jax was stretched out, and that hurt me a little bit because I was putting him in a position to learn all the ropes of this shit because he had heart, and passion for the game, and I wanted to elevate him.
Jax was the nigga that hit me, telling me that dem 9 boyz had set up shop on my turf tonight, so to see him stretched out like this with many of my other men, it angered me, and made me sad as fuck.
I got out of the car, and I walked over to the bodies. I was so tuned in that I didn’t notice that Riot had gotten out of the car as well. She was standing not too far away from me, with her hands in her pockets, looking around at this bloodbath.