“I agree. Back when I started dating Skyro, and he was hustling, I think we just look at dating a man in the streets for the perks. Granted, I had money of my own, but having a man that had it too, and could afford things like shopping sprees, trips, jewelry, and all the fancy shit, it really was a plus. I wasn’t thinking about the other side of it though. I knew nothing about that street life. I didn’t grow up with my sisters, so all that street shit was new for me. Skyro didn’t bring it around me though. He didn’t talk that kind of business around me. He did his best to try and shield me away from it. Yeah, I knew how to shoot, but I don’t know what the hell I would have done if I’m innocently riding around with my man, and bullets start flying our way. I don’t know if I would have been any good, and could have helped him with that,” Beretta finished, and she got laughs out of that. I laughed too because she sounded dead ass serious.
“Don’t say that. I put a gun in your hand and taught you how to shoot for a reason. In that moment, when it’s bullets flying at you, and your nigga, trust me you’re going to bust your shit back. You not going to sit there and let some niggas shoot at ya’ll while you do nothing,” Uzi chimed in, leaning down, so that she could pick up one of the hookah tips.
She was sitting in the same seat with her sister, Benelli. You could just tell by the way that they were sitting that they were close. The space that we were at, it was other free space for either one of them to have sat on a free couch, but they chose to be close like this.
“Uzi and her husband got into a shootout during the beginning of their love story too. Mind you, they hated each other but still shot to keep each other alive. Sometimes the story gotta start out a little rough to get to the happy ending. You want to be married, Riot?” Aries asked me, and I laughed at her question.
“No time soon. I feel like me and Dolo have a lot to fix before we talk about marriage. Sometimes our communication isn’t the best, and that would have to be fixed. Plus, I’m still young. Dolo’s still young. We have so many plans that we want to make within the business. So much money we’re trying to touch. I don’t really want marriage right now. Whenever I am ready for it, it’s him that I want to do it with,” I finished, and I got a bunch of ‘awws’ from the girls.
For an hour, I let loose, and I vibed with the women. I was still tired, but I was able to fight through it and continue having a good time with them.
I think this was the most shit talking women that I’ve ever met in my life though. That was big for me to say that because whenever I would get around my mama and her sisters, I didn’t think that anyone could talk as much shit as them, but they obviously met their match with this crew. They would go through big blunts too, that they would pass around. Me, Beretta, Puma, and Nyne were the only ones that didn’t smoke. Beretta, and Puma would hit the hookah though.
As much fun as I was having with these ladies, I was glad when my man came over and acted like the fun police, getting me so that we could head to the room. I was ready to see the room. I was ready to test out the shower. I was ready to bless the bed and give Dolo a few rounds before I took my ass to sleep.
Chapter 12
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Iwasn’t used to bad ass kids running through the house. The sound of bad ass kids running through the house is what forced me to wake up. I glanced over at the clock that was on the nightstand, and I saw that it was just a little after eight in the morning. The room wasn’t completely dark since we left the sliding door open, so we could hear the ocean.
Most of the bedrooms here were suites that had ocean views. I thought because Riot and I had gotten here late last night, that we were going to be stuck with a trash room, but nah. Our shit was lit. We had our own private balcony. Master bedroom suite, with a king-sized bed right in the middle. A huge, walk- in closet that was big enough to fit all our suitcases, and our clothes that we’d taken out. The star of the show was the bathroom. It was big and spacious, just like the one we had at home. A tub, and a walk- in shower inside. We fucked in the shower last night, and that was off the chain. I wanted to test out the tub tonight.
Not only did I wake up to kids running around, but I could smell breakfast too. I was spooning Riot from behind. My hand was up under the tank top that she was wearing, holding onto her breast, and my head had been buried into the crook of her neck. The way I would keep this girl hostage while we weresleeping, you would think that she had a past of getting up in the middle of the night and leaving me. I’m possessive as fuck when it comes to my girl. If she wasn’t complaining that I was holding her too tight, then I didn’t have her locked in enough.
I removed my head from being buried into the crook of her neck, and I started placing kisses on her. My hand that was already inside her shirt, I used it to thumb with her nipples, all the while, trying to get her to wake up. Her body jumped, but she relaxed when she knew that it was me behind her.
She reached her hand up, removing my hand out of her shirt, and she turned around in my arms, keeping her eyes closed. She dropped her head on the pillow that was right there and drifted back off to sleep. Her pretty curls hit the pillow too, resting there. Her mouth was slightly opened as she slept, and like a nigga deep in love, I laid back, watching her in awe. Crazy how sleeping could have someone looking innocent as hell, when I knew that there wasn’t shit innocent about her.
I leaned in, placing kisses on her lips, and when she made this noise like her ass was about to start crying, I laughed and backed away. Riot didn’t play that shit about her sleep. She could go days without sleeping. She could be road running with me up until the wee hours of the morning, but when that moment came, and she was ready to rest, and someone interrupted that rest, she would be ready to crash out, and throw a fuckin tantrum, like she was getting ready to do right now.
“Dominique, quit. Stoppppp,” she whined, reaching her hand out to push me back. Meanwhile, her eyes were still closed, so she wasn’t watching where she was swinging her arms.
“Aight. Aight. Take your mean ass back to sleep,” I fucked with her, getting out of the bed, allowing her to get her rest.
I grabbed my phone, and I went over to the balcony sliding door. I slid it, closing it, so that Riot could rest. I pulled thecurtains together as well, so that I could take away some of the light that was shining through the room.
When I finished with that, I stepped into my house shoes that were lingering around the bed, and I went over to our bathroom. That top of the morning piss was everything. I handled that, and went over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands. I quickly handled my other hygiene, like brushing my teeth, rinsing my mouth, and washing my face.
I finished with that, and hopped up on the bathroom counter, so that I could check my phone.
No real messages from anyone. I left my brother, Kendrick, and Bray in charge. They knew that I was going on vacation, and I told them not to hit me unless it was a real emergency. Diego was family too, and he had the choice to come to Turks with the family, but that nigga didn’t want to come. He said that he was just here a couple of months ago and didn’t want to come back.
Even though I was out of the country, and the goal was to get a break from the business, it just wasn’t like me to not check on things and see how everything was going. Since that was the case, I facetimed my brother.
Since we had that big drop yesterday, he had to be at the warehouse early this morning, so that he could overlook shit with Bray and Kendrick. The dope boy in me was fiending for that shit, needing to know what everything was looking like.
Diego answered the phone on the last ring, and when he did, I could see that he was already at the warehouse.
“What nigga? We working. Everybody not chilling on a fuckin island today,” he joked, saying it with a smirk on his face.
Looking at this nigga, I found myself smiling. Even though Diego didn’t come from my loins, I would like to think that the love that I had for him is the love that a father would have for his son. Because I was older than him, I felt like I’d raised this lil nigga. Growing up, Diego wanted to be just like me. To the pointthat he followed in my footsteps with this hustling shit, even though I wanted him to go in a different direction.
I truly loved my little brother. I told him that shit all the time, and every time I said it, he liked to say that I was soft.
“You had the option to bring your ass on this trip with me. You chose to stay in Miami. What it’s looking like out there?” I wanted to know, switching the subject up on him.
“Shit, it’s looking good. We been out here since six this morning. Nobody was late. Everybody showed up on time. More than enough shit for us to move around with. We going to have to really work this month. This a lot of shit to push out, so nigga enjoy that vacation because when you get back, it’s grind time. Ain’t no telling when you going to be able to get another chance to run off, and chill like that again. This a lot of work to be moved,” he voiced, and I nodded my head, already knowing that the things he was saying were true.
