11. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #4
“I’m angry at this news just like the next person.
Jax was like my little brother. With that being said, I didn’t call this meeting tonight for us to sit around and play the guessing game on who did this shit.
I know who did it. When I got out of the car, and I saw all them niggas stretched out on the concrete, they each were stamped with the number 9 somewhere on their body.
I called this meeting so that I can prepare ya’ll for what’s getting ready to happen.
I lost too many niggas tonight. Even though dem 9 boyz lost way more than we did, I still need my revenge.
They stepped onto my shit, put my niggas down, so now we gotta touch everything that belongs to them.
I want it all. I need they traps. I want to take a few of their runners to make up for the ones that I just lost. I need corners, all that,” I was dead serious on the things that I was saying, and by the way everyone was looking at me, they knew that I meant business.
This meeting went on for almost two hours, as we came up with a plan on what was getting ready to happen within the organization.
I dismissed everyone so that they could go home and be prepared to work in the morning.
I let them all know that shop was closed for the rest of the night, and after that, everyone started spilling out.
“Ay bruh, let me ask you something. When you left out the trap tonight, telling me that you had to make a move, Jax had already hit you, telling you that dem 9 boyz were posted up in our shit?” Mook asked me as soon as the meeting was over.
You could tell that he had been itching to ask me that shit. There was a look of anger in his eyes, as he tried to get some straightening with me.
“Yeah. Why? What’s up?” I asked him not following where he was going with this.
“What the fuck you mean what’s up nigga?
Why the fuck wouldn’t you have let me get in the car with you to see what was going on?
You took a bitch with you that you knew all of two seconds, when you had your brother sitting right on the couch, that would have taken that ride with you!
” he snapped, looking at me like I was crazy, and as if he was ready to swing on me at any given moment.
As much as I loved my niggas, and even though I would stand in front of a bullet for either one of them, I’m not going to stand here and pretend that we had the perfect relationship. I’m ready to slam one of these niggas on their heads just about every other day.
Mook was the one that I would often go at it with the most because I felt like he was the one that would try me.
Even tonight, when he was asleep on the fuckin job.
No other man that moved weight for me would have ever tried that.
He did shit off the strength that he was my brother, and he knew the chances of me giving him the boot were slim to none.
I couldn’t take food out of either one of my brothers mouths, so when we found ourselves beefing, we always found a way to figure that shit out and get back right.
“Ay, when Jax hit me, I didn’t know what the fuck I was getting ready to walk into.
I did the shit to me that made the most sense.
We had bitches in the trap, cooking up dope.
I wasn’t about to leave them in there by themselves, while you took that ride with me.
You know that we always need someone in one of the traps watching what the fuck is going on.
Riot not trained to have ran that trap for me, while you rode with me, and that’s why I took her with me.
I’m glad that I didn’t take you with me though, homie.
Your ass was crashed out on the sofa, knocked out when I made it out front.
Did you not hear me when I said that we took out twenty niggas tonight?
What good would you have been for me tonight?
Fuckin around with you, I would have been stretched out alongside the rest of them!
” I snapped, getting in his face, so that he could feel me, and understand that I wasn’t in the playing mood with him.
“Damn, that’s how we doing it now? I take a little cat nap on the couch, and now all of a sudden, I’m not qualified to go on that ride with you? A bitch that barely weigh one hundred pounds could go with you—”
“Watch that shit nigga. That’s the second bitch you threw out. Your head going to hit the floor if it’s a third one,” I calmy cut him off, just giving him a warning, so he couldn’t fix his mouth and say that he didn’t see it coming when I swung on him.
“Ya’ll niggas chill out. Mook, step outside,” Bray stepped in, getting in the middle of us.
“I’m just calling it like it is. A nigga was sitting right there on the couch when he got that call. A bitch meant—”
I swung my fist in his direction, popping him right in his mouth, doing my best to knock his fuckin teeth out. All the fights that we’ve had in the past, but I could tell that he was shocked with this swing.
Usually, I would spare him and wouldn’t beat his ass like he was just any random nigga off the street.
I couldn’t spare him this time because I just stood here, and told him to stop calling Riot a bitch, and he kept doing it.
Usually, when I refer to a woman as a bitch, I swear I don’t mean any harm by doing it.
I could tell Mook was doing it to be disrespectful, and now that nigga had to feel me.
I was swinging nonstop, hitting him wherever I could, and he was swinging back, but I was quicker, and faster than him, so I was able to dodge his blows.
I was able to get him by his legs, slam that nigga down on his head, just as I told him I would, and we started going at it, blow for blow, damn near trying to kill each other.
It took Bray, and Kendrick to pull me off him, and when they did, they pushed me back in the opposite direction.
“Ya’ll niggas chill the fuck out. Mook, you looking for a problem man.
If I had to make that trip down to the corner to see what was going on, I would have left you in the trap with the women too because you know we never leave them in there unsupervised.
Dolo already said that he had Riot with him tonight because he was showing her the ropes.
Stop acting like a crybaby ass nigga. You trying to make this shit deeper than what it really is.
We about to go to war with dem 9 boyz. Now ain’t the time to be beefing over this goofy ass shit,” Kendrick snapped.
Mook sat his dumb ass there with blood oozing out of his mouth, nose, and his right eye was swelling a little bit. I didn’t like having to beef with any of my brothers, so it didn’t make me feel good that I had to beat his ass the way I did.
He eventually got up, and he walked out of the room, not saying anything else to any of us. I turned my head to watch him leave because I wanted to see if he was going to say something to Riot who was still sitting there, but he didn’t.
He angrily pushed through the doors and left.
“Let him cool off. Ya’ll going to be straight. Let me go home and get some rest. I know we got a full day for us tomorrow,” Bray said, walking over to me, and he slapped hands with me.
Kendrick came over, and he did the same thing. Each of them spoke to Riot on the way out, and she just waved her hand at them.
I walked over to her, standing over her, just trying to get a feel for how she was feeling right now. She didn’t look tired or anything. It was after midnight, but she didn’t have that sleepy look to her eyes.
“Come with me to the back right quick,” I said, and she stood up from the chair, got in front of me, leading the way, but once we made it out onto the front, she moved out of the way because she didn’t know where to go.
I walked us to the back, and I jogged up the stairs because that’s where I kept my office. Just like anything around here, I had to key in a code to grant us entry. I did that, pushed the door open, and because the light worked off motion, it cut on the second that we walked inside.
My office wasn’t fancy. Really, this bitch just had a desk, a laptop that was stationed on the desk, and a safe that I kept in the closet.
Once I was inside, I locked the door, and I went over to the closet, keyed in the code to the safe, and I pulled out two stacks.
Each stack had ten bands in it, so I was getting ready to hand this girl twenty bands.
I didn’t flinch to take that money out either because life or death happened tonight.
She deserved this shit, so after locking the safe back up, I walked out, where she was standing in the middle of the office, and I put the money in her hands.
I could tell that she was caught off guard with the amount of money that I’d handed her. So much so that she only took one of the stacks, and chose to keep me with the other one.
“I feel like I gotta work a little harder to get twenty bands out of you. I don’t want that kind of money just handed to me. I’ll take just ten. Thank you,” she responded, and not trying to hear shit that she was saying, I stuffed the other stack into her pockets.
“Over a hundred rounds of shots hit my car tonight. Your people could have been planning your funeral. I put you in a situation where you could have died behind me tonight. It’s twenty racks that I’m giving you, and you gotta know that your life is worth way more than that.
If a nigga ever put this amount of money in your hands, don’t ever feel like you didn’t do enough to deserve it.
Don’t question it. Just take that shit,” I was a little more firm in my response.
She didn’t question it again. She just thanked me for it, and that was that.
“Where your purse at? Every time I see you, you don’t ever got a purse on,” I called out something that I had taken notice of.
“I don’t wear purses,” she responded, stating the obvious.