12. Riot St. James #3
“Is the bar backed up or something? It’s people downstairs saying that they haven’t gotten their drinks yet. What ya’ll hoes got going on?” a loud voice could be heard over the loudspeakers in the club.
The voice had that strong, Miami accent, like how the rapper Trina talked, so it made me turn my head, just to see who it was.
Right there, stamped on the body suit jersey that she was wearing was the name ‘Jazelle’.
I’ll give credit where credit was due, so I’ll admit that the hoe was fine!
Knowing how handsome Dolo was, I guess I wouldn’t expect him to be dealing with anyone that was lower than 10.
Her body alone put mine to shame. Granted, I’ve never been insecure of my small frame, but seeing how tall she stood up, the small waist, and the fat ass that she was working with, I guess we weren’t even in the same category.
The Miami Hurricanes body suit that she wore really made her physical traits stand out.
I could see her from the side, so the body suit was all in her ass, but she was wearing fishnet stockings under.
There was a long blonde wig in her hair, that went past her ass, and even though I’ve never worn a wig a day in my life, I’ve seen enough wigs on my cousins, and Demi to know what a good wig was supposed to look like, and hers looked good.
“Jazelle, don’t come over here with that shit, girl!
All these people in here tonight. We’re trying to get everybody served as quickly as possible,” the bartender snapped back, and right when I turned my head, so that I could stop looking, and just look ahead of me, I noticed that Ari was standing directly in front of me, and that goofy ass smirk was back on her face, that I wanted to quickly wipe off.
“I knew it was a reason you came with Demi. I was going to drive myself crazy trying to figure out what the reason was. You wanted to see what the bitch looked like in person. I already told you that she wasn’t prettier than you.
You wanted to see that for yourself?” Ari asked, stepping closer, and she put her knee in my lap, as if she had to be touching me to get the truth out of me.
“You just be saying shit,” I waved her off, not going to let her know that she was spot on with what she was saying.
“Saying shit that’s facts. I don’t think her, and Dolo are fuckin around with each other anymore.
She was in here crying the other night, telling one of the girls in the locker room that he’s been acting funny lately.
Since then, she’s been in a shitty ass mood walking around here.
She almost got her ass beat on multiple occasions by different girls because she keeps talking to people crazy.
She knows who to play that shit with though.
The second she say some crazy shit to me, Ima pop her right in her mouth,” Ari spat, and I believed her.
My cousin would beat a bitch ass to the ground just like I would, but her temper wasn’t as bad as mine. She could control herself a little better than I could.
“Hmm,” was all I said in response to that.
Ari told me that she was going to come right back because she needed to check on her section, and then she walked away.
I was such in my own world, with my head down, looking at my shoes, that I didn’t even pay it any attention when someone walked over, and they took a seat next to me.
At first, I was thinking that it was Demi coming back, but it wasn’t.
It was Elijah coming over and sitting next to me.
Seeing him, all I could think about was the fact that him, and his brother ran dem 9 boyz.
Those were the niggas that were responsible for me almost dying last night.
Usually, I could tolerate Elijah just enough to tell him to get the fuck from around me, but this time, it was best for him to get the fuck from around me because a nigga that was the reason why I almost died didn’t have any business sitting beside me.
“Yo, let me ask you something,” he said, getting right to it.
“Fuck nigga don’t ask me shit! I’m a wild bitch, and you know that. I don’t think about the shit that I got to lose in the heat of the moment. Get the fuck from around me!” there was no hint of me just joking around with him, either.
I was dead ass serious, and he knew that shit, which is why he shot me a look, glaring down at me like he wanted to kill me in this moment, just as much as I wanted to kill his bitch ass.
“I don’t even gotta ask you what I was going to because you just told on yourself.
You is running with them niggas, huh? I ain’t take you as the stupid type, Riot.
That’s why I tried to give you an opportunity to eat with me, and my crew when you came home from jail.
Isn’t the goal to stay the fuck alive, now that you’re a free woman again?
You walking right into a trap. You gambling with your life, beautiful.
As pretty of a bitch that I think you are, I will shoot your ass down just like I will the rest of them niggas.
I don’t think you picked the right side, love,” he spat to me, and like this was a joke to me, and as if nothing about that little threat that he just dished out scared me, I laughed right in this niggas face.
I turned my body in his direction, looking him in his eyes because I wanted him to feel me, and understand where I was coming from with this next part.
“I was in the car the other night when you sent those weak ass niggas to shoot at Dolo. You sent close to twenty niggas. Look at the ratio of that shit. Your twenty, versus two. I walked away without a scratch on me. Only thing hurting is my trigger finger from having to let that motha fuckin gun ring as many times as I did. You sitting here telling me that I picked the wrong side? Your side was never an option. Weak ass nigga, you had to send your runners to handle Dolo. You talking all this big shit, if the beef was really that deep, why the fuck you ain’t get in the field on your own, and handle that shit?
I don’t want to be working under no nigga that can’t handle his dirty work.
I bleed once a month, and I still got a dick bigger than yours.
Damn near a hundred shots sprayed that car last night, and I’m still alive to talk about it.
Send a better nigga to handle it next time.
That shit was too easy,” I finished, my voice going up a little bit because he’d pissed me off with that threat that he just made.
He smiled a smile that was forced. I know my words bothered him, but he wasn’t going to show it. He nodded his head, pulled on the little bit of chin hair that he had, and he stood up.
The jeans that he was wearing, he was slightly sagging in them, so he pulled them up, and before he walked away, he turned to look at me.
I was waiting for him to say something else to me, but he never did.
I guess it was one of those things where his silence was supposed to speak for him.
I didn’t fear Elijah, or any other nigga that he ran with.
I truly believed that he was just looking for a problem.
He was looking for a reason to beef with Dolo.
It made him look good. To say that he was at war with the biggest drug organization out of Miami right now looked good for him, and his crew.
He came down here, talking all this tough shit, but he never got down to the reason why he put his niggas on Dolo’s corners in the first place. He didn’t have a reason. That’s why. I’m convinced he wanted to be a member of MBM, and that’s why he kept coming for them the way he was.