21. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
With my eyes closed, I felt around the bed for Riot, so that I could pull her closer to me, but her spot was empty.
I knew that I fell asleep last night in some good pussy, so I figured that I was probably still dreaming, but once I opened my eyes, and looked around the slightly dimmed room, I didn’t see her in the bed.
I pushed the covers away from my body, stood up, and from where I was standing, I could look over at the balcony sliding door, see that it was cracked, and I spotted Riot lying out there on the patio furniture.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it was almost eight in the morning, which was late for me because I typically liked to be up before the crack of dawn.
I stretched a little bit, and before going out on the balcony to check on Riot, I walked over to the bathroom. I pissed, and then went over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands, brush my teeth, and wash my face.
I then went out onto the balcony, wearing just my briefs, and my slides.
I pulled the sliding door back, and Riot was resting peacefully on her side.
She was wearing the robe that the resort had in the room for us, and a throw blanket was covering up her lower half.
She looked so peaceful. Peaceful, and innocent.
Watching her, I had no choice but to think about the shit that we shared last night. It was so beautiful, man. I’ve fucked plenty of women, but I never had anything remotely close to what I had last night with Riot.
I think it was so special because my feelings were involved.
I liked her ass. Then, she was crying, and I never saw her ass shed a tear since we started fuckin around.
All that tough, gangsta shit went out the window last night.
I was being called baby, I made her lil ass call me daddy a few times too, and the only thing left was for her to tell me that she loved me.
I went ahead, and walked over to her, and even in her sleep, she must have felt me because she jumped, looked at me, and once she saw it was me, and she was safe, I saw the way her eyes relaxed a little bit.
“I woke up, wanting to cuddle with you, and your little ass was nowhere to be found,” I said, causing her to smile, closing her eyes on me. You could tell she was still tired.
“I came out here to watch the sun rise. I must have dosed off. Good morning,” she announced to me.
“Good morning, baby. How you feeling?” I asked, and she chuckled at the question.
“I’m sore. You know why I’m sore too,” she said.
“Ima call and see if you can get a message. You want a massage today?” I questioned. Anything this girl wanted, I’m always ready to give it to her.
“Yes. I need one. My body feels like it’s been run over by a truck. I have bruises, and bite marks all over me,” she complained.
“Take the robe off. Let me see,” I was slick, just using this as an excuse to see her naked body again.
I knew she was marked up. She fell asleep naked on top of me last night, so I knew what I left on her.
She sat up, and she removed the robe from her body.
Passion marks were all over her neck, and chest. You could see my handprints on her waist, and just other areas of her body where I had been sucking too hard, and even when I was in that pussy so good, that I had to bite her ass, so she had bite marks too.
I walked over to her, and all the places where I saw the bruising, I leaned my head down, and I kissed the areas.
You know it didn’t take too long for my lips to make my way to her pussy, and there I was, eating her again.
I only made her cum once because my dick was hard as fuck, and I wanted to get one off too.
I went inside the room, grabbing the box of magnums, bringing them out back with me.
I quickly stepped out of the briefs, put a condom on my dick, and Riot tried to lay down on her back, but I grabbed her arm, stopping her, wanting her to get on all fours.
We hadn’t tried that position out yet, and I wanted to.
I had to fix her arch because that shit was wrong as hell, but once I got it to where I liked it, I spread her ass cheeks apart because I wanted to get in that shit as deep as I could.
I slowly started pushing dick inside of her.
She tensed up, reaching her hand back, so that she could push me out some.
“Hmmmmmm….. baby….. that’s toooo deep,” she cried out, turning her head around, so that she could look at me.
“But don’t it feel good?” I asked, slipping all the way in, and she was having a hard time this morning keeping up with the strokes.
Fuckin from the back was my favorite, and I really wanted Riot to like this shit.
I bust the biggest nuts when I get it from the back like this.
She was trying to relax her body like I taught her, but she was struggling with it, hand still on my stomach, trying to push me out.
“”Be vocal with me, baby. If you need help with that shit, say daddy I need help,” I talked that shit to her, knowing my voice alone could have her soaked. She wouldn’t say it at first, but a struggle moan did release from her.
“Tell me bae. Help me help you,” I said, pulling her up a little bit, still stroking her, and I placed kisses on her back.
“Hmmmmm… Daddy, I need help,” she moaned that shit so beautiful to me.
“Alright. Let me help you,” I voiced, slowing the strokes down, but keeping them just as deep.
I reached a hand over her, so that it could go between her legs, and I played with her clit, while I stroked her.
She got wetter, relaxed her body as she was in front of me, and she was able to enjoy.
The sun was shining, we had the perfect view of the ocean, and I fucked this girl silly out here, not giving a damn if we got caught.
She busted two nuts and collapsed on me. I had to carry her in the room and place her back in the bed. One thing about Riot, she was going to bust a nut and fall asleep. I took note of that. Just in case I ever needed her ass to shut the fuck up, I knew to fuck her, and she would fall asleep.
I let her get her rest in bed, while I went into the bathroom, so that I could shower, and stuff. Once I finished, I put on a fresh pair of briefs, deodorant, and I threw on one of the resort robes.
I called downstairs because I wanted to see if I could get someone to give Riot a massage. I paid the extra fee for them to do an in-room massage. They had availability for this evening, so that’s what I selected for her.
After that, I sat at the foot of the bed, with the phone in my hands.
Just as I was fishing around, I got a notification on my phone, letting me know that the camera detected motion inside the warehouse, specifically in the room, where I kept the drugs supplied.
It was the room where I secretly set up a couple of cameras, hiding them, and not telling anyone about it.
With the inconsistencies that Riot pointed out to me, I wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I had no choice but to put the cameras up. Shop was closed for MBM because most of us were here in Mexico, and we wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night.
I quickly went to the camera footage, and I saw that it was Mook walking around in the room.
I followed this nigga intensely, watching him as he went over to a box, pulled out the contents that were inside, and he was able to get a baggie out.
My heart was racing, hoping that this nigga wasn’t getting ready to do what I thought he was.
It took a few seconds, but I watched him as he dumped out some of the contents onto the table, pulled something out of his pocket, so that he could line it up, and when I saw him lean his head in, and sniff the product up his nose, my whole body froze up on me.
I sat back, and I watched this nigga do that at least five times.
Me, and all my niggas smoked weed. We drank too. I didn’t know of any of my niggas doing coke, especially not Mook. I sold this shit for a living, but it was heartbreaking what coke could do to you. It could literally fuck you up as a whole. Fuck up your mind.
For weeks, I’ve been feeling like his ass was tripping. I wondered if this was some shit that he just started doing, or if he’s been getting high off the supply for a while and has just been able to cover it up really well.
This nigga went inside his pocket, pulled out a Ziploc bag, and with all the baggies that were in front of him, he went through each of them, dumping contents into the Ziploc bag that was in front of him.
Seeing that, I put my hands on top of my head, and all I could do was think about a conversation that I had with Riot a while back.
She didn’t flat out come out and say it, but she basically was telling me that somebody was either stealing from me or getting high off the supply.
This nigga was doing both. A nigga that was supposed to be like my fuckin brother.
You can’t look at the shit that he’s doing and think that it isn’t a big deal.
That shit adds up across multiple packages.
I’m selling less product than what the fuck I paid for.
In other words, he was stealing from me.
Shortchanging me. I’m paying all this motha fuckin money for weight that I’m not even moving for real because he’s getting high off the shit.
If we out here pushing this shit on the streets, it was only a matter of time before customers started to notice. That’s bad business. That made me look bad. That made the business look bad.
Every fuck up that I have within my organization, somehow, Octavio always finds out about it.
He knows about that shit with dem 9 boyz, and he was on me heavy last night about it.
If I got a nigga in my camp stealing from me, then he could translate that to me not watching these niggas correctly.
If product wasn’t consistent, then I lacked management skills.
That shit makes me look sloppy. Octavio didn’t do business with sloppy motha fuckas.
A sloppy nigga working for Octavio would get you, and your whole family’s head served to him on a fuckin platter.
I had to look at it like this… A nigga that’ll steal from me, they’ll kill me.
I couldn’t keep that kind of person within arm’s reach of me.
Mook was like my brother. I loved him deeply, but I couldn’t love somebody that was going to ultimately become a liability.
I had to let him go. I had to get his ass from around me fast.