11. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #2
She didn’t say anything though. She stood there quietly, taking in this moment. I left her right there, and I went for my burner phone that I had placed in my pocket, and I quickly called Kendrick. It took about three rings for him to pick up the phone.
“Dolo, what’s good?” he answered, sounding like he was on cloud nine right now, and that there wasn’t anything that I could tell him that would fuck up his night.
The second I said what I was about to say to him, I knew that it would for sure fuck up everything that he had going on.
“Ay, round up everybody and tell them to meet at the warehouse. I need to call a meeting right quick,” I told him, and like I just said some bullshit to him, he sucked his teeth.
“Nigga, what? That shit can’t wait until the morning? I’m getting my dick sucked, and in about five more minutes, I’m about to be knee deep into some pussy. What the fuck, Dolo!” this stupid ass nigga barked at me over the phone.
“You think I give a fuck about what kind of pussy you about to slip into? Motha fucka, for me to call a meeting at the last minute, that should tell you how urgent this shit is. We got niggas stretched out on the fuckin concrete, and you talking about some pussy? Man, round these niggas the fuck up, and have them meet at the warehouse. I want everybody there in the next thirty minutes!” I spat, followed by hanging the phone up on him, not even waiting for a response.
I was angry. Fuckin seething. I had too much shit going on right now to be beefing with these weak ass 9 boyz. All I wanted to do was move dope, and make money, yet they kept finding a way to fuck with me.
I turned my head, so that I could look down at Riot. Her hands were still inside of her pockets, as she stood there, looking down at her feet. It was as if she could feel my eyes on her because she turned her head, so that she could look up at me.
“My bad for putting you through that shit. You good?” I asked her.
Instead of getting a verbal response out of her, she just nodded her head, letting me know that she was cool.
“I gotta get my crew together, so that we can have a meeting. I gotta let them know what just happened, and what we’re up against. You going with me, or you want me to take you home?” I asked, hoping that she would tell me that she was going with me.
“You going to ride around with all these bullet holes in your car? I just got out of jail. I don’t need to be riding around like that, and you get pulled over, and now I’m back in jail,” she voiced, her reasons being valid.
“Nah. One of my homies got a body shop down the street. Ima drop it off over there, so that he can fix it, and I’ll pull off with whatever car he has available.
You good. I keep telling you that ain’t nothing going to happen to you when your with me,” I said, and she rolled her eyes at me, looked at me like I was crazy, while tossing her head to the side.
“This the second time that I almost died while being around you,” there she was with that bullshit again.
I walked over to her, stood directly in front of her, and I looked down into her big eyes.
“You obviously not fuckin scared though. If you keep dodging death every time you get around me, most people would have ran in a totally opposite direction. You keep running with me. Headfirst, right towards the fuckin danger. You like being around me,” I called her out, and as if I was capping, and just talking out of the side of my neck, she rolled her eyes again.
“You that gangsta that you can’t tell me that you like being around me?” I wanted to know.
“I’m around you because your putting me in a position to make money,” she said, feeling like she just cleared some shit by saying that.
“It’s a million ways you can get money in Miami, baby. You just like being around daddy. That’s all,” I voiced, and she snarled like there wasn’t any truth to what I was saying. I laughed at that shit, while shaking my head.
“I keep money stashed at the warehouse. After this meeting, I got you with a little something. You could have folded in that passenger seat, and bitched up, but you thugged that shit out with me. You gave me a heads up too. You ain’t just let me walk into that jungle without giving me some kind of warning, and I fuck with that.
I’m gangsta, but I ain’t too gangsta to thank you for looking out.
Your only job wasn’t to just sit pretty in the passenger seat with me.
You sat pretty, gave me a warning, and you bust your gun with me.
I like that,” I told her some real shit.
She stood her ass there, fighting like a motha fucka to keep that smile to herself. She never released it, but I knew she wanted to.
I had to call a crew to come down here and clean up my men’s bodies.
I couldn’t leave them out here like their lives didn’t mean shit.
A few of these dudes have been putting work in for me for a little minute, and just out of the genuine love that I have for them, I had to call up the cleanup crew to pick them up off this concrete.
It was fucked up, but this was the risk you take when you sign up to be a dope boy.
Every day is a gamble with your life. Shit, I almost lost my life a few minutes ago.
This wasn’t the first shoot out that I’ve been involved in, and knowing the way that I was living, and moving, I knew that it wouldn’t be the last.
I made it back over to the car, and I didn’t pull off until the crew arrived. It sucked when I had to go around, pointing out each man that I needed them to pick up. Seven of my men lost their lives tonight.
Once they were all picked up, that’s when I walked away, getting in my car, so that I could head out.
I would deal with those bodies later. I had to deal with the families, sending them some money, so that they could handle the funeral cost. This wasn’t my first time having to do this, and I knew that it wouldn’t be the last.
Riot, and I rode silently in the car. She was leaned back in her seat, staring ahead of her.
True to my word, I pulled up to my boy’s body shop that was down the street.
His name was Kent, and he could make the ugliest of cars look brand new.
I’ve done a lot of business with Kent over the years because this wasn’t my first time having to bring him a car of mine that had gone through war.
Shit, he just had my car after it sustained bullets at the listening party.
He was going to have my car for a couple of weeks, getting me together, so I was going to have to pick me up some fly shit in the meantime.
As far as tonight, I was going to ride in whatever he had available because I needed to get to this meeting, round my niggas up, and let them know what happened tonight, and where we planned to go from here.
“It’s a restroom in there? I have to pee,” Riot let me know the second that I parked the car.
I parked right in front of the custom garages that Kent worked out of. Even though it was late at night, Kent was out here with about three of his workers. They had music playing, as each of them were working on their own car.
“Yeah. It’s one inside. Come on,” I let her know.
I stepped out of the car, and Riot got out on her side as well.
As I was circling around the car, so that I could get to her, Kent was walking over to us.
Big, buff nigga with long dreads in his hair.
Since he was working right now, he had his dreads pulled up, and it was covered by one of those oversized dread caps, that was hiding his hair.
His shirt was off, so you could see the muscle, and the tattoos that he had.
As he approached us, there was a smile on his face, happy to see me because he knew my business was always good, and I tipped him more than enough.
That smile got even bigger when he looked over and saw that I had someone standing with me.
His eyes looked Riot up, and down, and you could tell that he was infatuated with what he saw.
That shit was all in that nigga’s eyes. He stared at her for a few seconds more, and then made it over to me, reaching his hand out, so that we could lock hands in a quick dap.
“Dolo, what’s good with you nigga? Who the fuck just finished shooting at you? Some niggas from Iran?” he asked, trying to be funny.
I laughed while shaking my head at him.
“Nah. Dem 9 boyz. You know them niggas not going to rest until they kill my ass,” I told him, and at the same time, I turned to look at Riot, and she had this look in her eyes, as if she was telling me to hurry up because she needed to pee.
“You still beefing with them niggas? I thought shit had gotten a little quiet between ya’ll?” he inquired.
“Shit, I did too. Kent, she gotta use the restroom. It’s cool for her to go in?” I asked him, and that’s when his eyes went for Riot again, and that same lustful look that he had in his eyes when he approached us was there all over again.
“Yeah man. It’s cool. You know where it’s at. Take her back there,” he said, and I put my hand on the small of Riot’s back, just so I could lead her.
We walked inside the storefront area, and as soon as we made that first right, the women’s restroom was right there.
“You good?” I asked, just wanting to make sure that she was straight before I walked away, going to let her have her privacy.
“Yeah. You don’t have to wait out here for me,” she told me, and I laughed.
“What? You gotta shit or something?” I asked.
“I don’t. I just don’t need you to stand outside of the door while I handle my business,” she snapped.
“Yeah alright. Handle your business,” I let her know, and I didn’t walk away until she went inside.
I went back out where Kent was. He was circling my car with his workers, and each of them were stunned as they were looking at the condition of my car. I barely wanted to look at the shit myself because my car was my baby. I This was a different type of pain to see it shot up like this.