19. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #2
“So, when everybody take a shot tonight, what you gone take a shot with?” I asked Riot, just to fuck with her, knowing that she didn’t drink.
“Water,” she responded.
“Why don’t you drink? I’m not peer pressuring you. I just want to know,” I said.
“It’s just not my thing. I had liquor before, and I didn’t like the taste of it. I only drink water. Hence the reason why my skin is so clear,” she said, and I laughed because she was going to always find a way to talk her shit.
We made small talk during the duration of the ride.
Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the venue.
It was a beach club venue, and I made a whistling noise once we pulled up because of all the luxury, and exotic cars that were lined up.
No exaggeration, but from all the cars that I saw, in total, I know that shit was worth a few billion.
You could smell the money out here, and we hadn’t even fully gotten out of the sprinter yet.
“Damn,” I heard Kendrick say from behind me, calling it just how I was seeing it.
The driver pulled the sprinter up front, and the rest of the sprinters followed suit.
He eventually got out of the car, so that he could open the doors for us.
I slid out first, and once Riot slid towards the end of the seat, I reached in, so that I could lift her out.
She fixed her dress up a little bit, and Kendrick and everyone started pouring out of the sprinter, along with the rest of the men from the other sprinters.
You could hear the loud music that was playing in the background.
Upon entry, they had servers, that were passing out glasses of champagne.
I took a glass, but I wasn’t surprised when Riot didn’t.
This shit was packed with fire dancers, multiple DJ’s because this outside area was so fuckin big, and candles just about everywhere.
Security was swamped in this bitch, walking around with big ass AK’s strapped to them, ready to air some shit out if it got out of line.
We made it to the actual beach venue, and they had this shit set up like a luxury club.
I’m talking big ass VIP sections, and most of them were already full.
You saw the bottle girls walking around, wearing little to no clothing.
The vibes that were going around was crazy.
The shit was a little overwhelming, so I knew that if I felt that way, then Riot had to feel this way too because she didn’t like shit like this.
I looked over at her, and she looked a little unsteady, so I pulled her to me, making her stand in front of me, and I wrapped an arm around her waist, palming her stomach. I kissed her neck afterwards.
Usually, I would control myself with her when I was out in public, not needing everybody in our business and shit, but I couldn’t help it tonight. This wasn’t something that was easy to act like it wasn’t a thing anymore. I was starting to tell on myself now.
“You good?” I asked her.
“It’s a lot,” she told me over the loud music, and I laughed because I expected that response from her.
“We don’t even gotta stay too long. We gotta stick around to see the birthday boy though. Octavio wanna meet you too. I’m sure he’s going to want to pull me to the side and have a talk. Once that’s over with, I promise we can leave, okay?” I asked, followed by me kissing her on the top of her head.
“Okay,” and from her saying it with confidence, I could tell that I eased her nerves a little bit with that.
Before we could walk into where the party was taking place, we had to be checked in to see if our name was even on the list. Once we cleared, we walked over to a big section, that had multiple velvet couches, that was big enough to accommodate all of us.
Riot was surrounded by all these niggas, looking like a fuckin princess.
Instead of letting her sit down on her own ass, I sat, and I lowered her down, so that she could sit on me.
She turned to look at me, and she laughed.
“Oh nigga, your showing off tonight.” she cracked, and that made me smile, as I leaned back into the couch.
“I’m trying to show you that it’s all about you. I can’t do that?” I asked.
“You can,” she replied, and that was that.
We quickly got some drinks going, food was passed around in our section, and the vibes were good.
Almost an hour later was when Octavio made his entrance.
Like he was some kind of royalty, everyone was up out of their seats, clapping for him when we made his way inside.
He walked in with is beautiful wife, that was just as old as him, but she looked good for her age.
She probably was putting all kinds of Botox and shit in her face, but shit, she looked good.
Octavio had three sons, and they were each walking in behind him. The money on them was loud, but I loved seeing that kind of shit because it inspired me to keep going.
“He looks good for 75. I thought that he would look much older,” Riot said, as she stood up next to me, taking in Octavio, as he walked in with his family.
She was right. All the money he had, I’m sure he could pay to be in the best shape of his life.
Octavio was probably 6’3”, and he had a gym built.
You could see the muscles on him, even through the black tux that he was rocking.
He had a bald head, with icy blue eyes. Good looking Mexican dude, who looked like a fatherly kind of man, that didn’t get into any trouble, but don’t get it twisted.
That nigga was gangsta. He was cutthroat, and he didn’t play that shit when it came to his money.
He walked with a cocky walk, waving his hand in the air to all the people that had come out to celebrate with him.
“I hope I look that good when I get up there in age,” I responded to her.
Octavio took to the front of the stage, so that he could grab the mic and say a few words.
He mainly wanted to thank everyone for coming out tonight.
He made his speech quick. That’s the kind of dude he was though.
He always made everything quick. He would get straight to the point and then move on about his business.
The party went on from there. We ate some good ass Mexican food, drank some of the best tequila, talked shit, took pictures, the whole nine.
Octavio had so many people to move around, and talk to, so it took him a while to make it over to us.
Once he did make it over, Riot had been sitting in my lap, with her back facing me, and I was so locked in, checking out everything that was going on around me, but in my own world, placing soft kisses on her exposed back.
I didn’t snap out of it, until Riot tapped me, letting me know that Octavio had made it over.
I watched as the men in my crew went over to him, wishing him a happy birthday, and shaking his hand.
Riot stood from my lap, and I stood after her.
With a big smile on his face when he saw me, Octavio walked over to me, hugged me like a proud father, and then he pulled away from me.
“Dominique! My Miami money maker. How you doing, man?” he asked, happy to see me.
“I’m good, Octavio. Happy birthday. 75 years old. That’s big. You going to retire now?” I asked him, and he chuckled.
“You know that I don’t believe in retirement. I’ll stop hustling when I take my last breath,” he voiced.
He took his eyes off me, so that he could look over at Riot. This nigga was starstruck. Jaw damn near on the ground. He couldn’t hide the gleam in his eyes. I’m not sure where his wife was, but she needed to come over and slap the shit out of him.
He reached out his hand for Riot, and she put it out for him, thinking that he was going to shake it, but his slick ass kissed the back of it.
“And you must be, Riot?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Yes. Happy birthday to you,” she said to him, and he smiled.
“I appreciate it. Your name came up, Riot. I won’t say how, and from whom because I don’t reveal my sources.
They tell me that your brave. Your smart, and your quick.
Your calculated. Little thing, but I hear your dangerous.
I look in your eyes, and I see value. You have the same value that I see in Dolo’s eyes.
Same as his brother Diego and his friends Kendrick and Bray.
You’re not where your supposed to be right now, but I know that you are well on your way.
You will be a problem. A good problem. I’m sure of it,” he poured into Riot, and she stood there, smiling back at him, taking in the things that he was saying to her.
From there, he let her know that he wanted to speak to me, and she wished him a happy birthday again. Before she could walk off, I kissed the top of her head, and I stood next to Octavio, curious to know what it was that he wanted to talk to me about.
“Dem 9 boyz. I want to know why there are still men left to breathe?” he asked, cutting to the chase, getting right to the point.
“We’re working on it, Octavio. I swear we’re on it,” I let him know, and he nodded.
“And I have no doubt that you’re working on it.
I know you, Dominique. I would just appreciate it if you moved a little faster.
I care because when your crew has conflict, and you are moving my product, now I’m in the middle of it.
That noise will eventually get loud. When it gets loud, attention follows.
Problems are then followed. You want to know what problems cause, Dominique?
It costs money,” he lectured me, and I nodded, hearing everything that he was saying.
“You know how I am when it comes to unnecessary losses. We have business together, but I love you like a son. Take care of your business in Miami,” he finished.
“I’ll get it done,” I assured him.
“Your friend. Mook. Where is he?” he asked, changing the subject.
“He had prior obligations back home,” I told him.
“Hmm,” he let out a scoff.
“Keep an eye on him,” was all he said, but that statement was heavy. He sounded like Riot because she was always saying that same shit to me about Mook.
“Are you and Riot together?” he asked me, and I chuckled.
I turned my head to look at Riot, and she didn’t have her eyes on me because she was talking amongst Kendrick, my brother, and Bray. Once I saw that she was in good hands with my brothers, I went back to my conversation with Octavio.
“I’ll kill for her. Knock a nigga shit loose over her,” I told it all without having to tell it all.
“Just make sure you do it right, or she’ll kill you,” he flipped my words around, and then he reached his hand out for a pound, and he hugged me like a father would.
I wished him another happy birthday, and he went back down, so that he could enjoy the rest of his party.
Once I was alone, Riot came over to me, and she stood in front of me. In a room filled with all these people, I reached both hands down, putting them on her ass, eyes on nobody but her. She picked her arms up, wrapping them around my neck, and she smiled.
“You okay?” she wanted to know.
“Yeah baby. Everything good. You ready to go?” I asked, and she nodded, letting me know that she was.
“I can’t stop telling you how beautiful you look tonight. My lil gangsta wearing a dress,” I joked, getting her to laugh.
“You going to take it off me when we get back to the room?” I was shocked behind that shit.
My dick was shocked too because it jumped in my briefs. My big man stood at attention towards those words.
“Losing your virginity is similar to death. Meaning, you don’t get a do- over. Once we fuck, we fuck. That’s big girl shit, Bean. You ready for big girl shit?” I asked, calling her by the nickname that I knew her family called her. This was my first time saying it, and she smiled when I did.
“I move drugs for a living, Dominique. I been doing big girl shit,” she voiced.
“Moving drugs and getting fucked are two different levels of big girl shit,” I let her know.
“Both can come with consequences though,” her ass had a comeback for everything that I said to her.
I looked this girl in her eyes, already knowing that we were going to fuck tonight. I mean, it was only right. We’ve done everything in baby steps. I’ve kissed her already, ate that pussy already, now I just had to go in, and put my dick in. Shit was going to change between us after tonight.
If I fucked, I had to really lock in with her.
I believed Riot when she told me that she would kill me if I fucked around on her.
Looks like I might have made it to my final stop at the age of twenty-five.
I wasn’t ready to die yet. I was too young.
I was going to get the pussy and do right by this girl.
Shit, my motha fuckin life was on the line.