I rolled the window up, needing to finish having this conversation with Riot.
“You just found out that he was sniffing coke at the warehouse? How long were those cameras in there?” she shot, firing off question after question.
“I put the cameras in there probably a couple of days after you brought that shit to the table. Shit had been slow. I never caught anyone doing anything out of the way. It wasn’t until we were in Mexico that I caught something. It was the morning after Octavio’s party. Just fucked and put you to sleep when my phone notified me that it was motion at the warehouse, insidethe inventory room. It was Mook. That’s how I caught him,” I finished, and she nodded her head.
“So why you just now told me about it then?” she asked.
“I can be real with you?” I asked her, and she nodded again
“At first, I didn’t tell you because that was the day you had that fucked up dream. I didn’t want to put shit else on your plate. Then, our pictures got leaked, and it put you in a fucked up mood. We had just made up, and I didn’t want to talk about no other bad ass news. Then, when it was a good time to tell you, I held out because I’m the kind of nigga where I don’t like to be told, ‘I told you so’. You been in my ear, telling me to watch out for him. I felt like if I told you, you was going to point out the fact that you had been telling me to watch him,” I was honest with her.
“I mean, I did tell you about him. I won’t milk it because I’m sure that wasn’t an easy decision to get rid of him, so I’ll chill on that. As far as Mook snorting coke, I already knew that. Well, at least I had my speculations, and when I called him out on it, he never denied it. The night that man came to the back of the warehouse to kill me, Mook came out, and he had a white substance near his nose. I didn’t tell you because you probably wouldn’t have believed that your little bestie was capable of snorting coke,” her ass tried to be shady with the last part.
“Ain’t no fuckin bestie. That was my nigga. My brother. Fuck is you on?” I asked her, and she chuckled like that shit was funny.
“I don’t like the fact that all you have is a little scratch on your face. That means that the nigga still had breath in his body to fight back. It should be blood on your clothes, and on your hands from killing that nigga,” she was cold with the way that she said it, but I didn’t expect shit else from her because I knew the kind of ruthless bitch that I was dealing with. I wasn’t evenbeing disrespectful by calling her a bitch, either. Just adding a little spark to what I was saying.
“I don’t feel like killing him was necessary. Taking away his bread-and-butter gonna hurt him more,” I told her.
“Hmm,” was all she said.
“If it comes to that, then you know I’m going to handle my business,” I threw in, and she nodded.
“I still believe he had something to do with that nigga running up on me at the warehouse. I wish you had been there to see how it went down. I’m telling you, the dude was about to tell me who sent him to come for me. Then, when Mook asked him, it was the look that the dude gave Mook. He looked at Mook like he was genuinely confused that Mook was playing dumb. Before he could tell me, Mook pulled the trigger,” she went on, telling me the story that she had already told me before.
“Well, I got that nigga the fuck from around me now. We don’t have to worry about him no more,” I said, and she groaned.
“And that’s where your wrong, Dominique. I truly believe that you are one of the smartest men that I know, but where you’re going to go wrong in this is thinking that people won’t cross you or do you wrong simply because of who you are. You saying that we don’t have to worry about Mook no more, but in reality, now is the time when we have to worry about that nigga the most. You just removed his chair from the table. You ultimately took food out of his mouth, or as my mama likes to say, you cut his water off. Now, he gotta scurry, and find out how he’s going to make his money. A nigga with empty pockets is someone that you shouldn’t underestimate. Desperate times comes with desperate motives,” she got on me, and I took my eyes off the road for a second, so that I could turn, and look at her.
“I weighed out all my options, Riot. You don’t think the thought crossed my mind on killing this nigga? To me, I feellike that’s too fuckin easy. I kill him, then he don’t really gotta suffer for long with the consequences that comes with crossing me. Mook is no longer apart of MBM. If he try to come for me, he gotta get through an entire army of niggas. It’s one of him. It’s damn near a hundred of us!” I snapped back, needing her to see it my way as well.
She threw her hands up as if she didn’t want to keep going, but I wanted her to. I liked the fact that Riot spoke up. She wasn’t a ‘yes man’. She was that one person in my life that I knew was going to check me, and if she didn’t agree with some shit that I said or did, she was going to make sure that she always spoke on it.
“Nah. Keep going. I want to hear your stance on it,” I replied.
“Hear my stance for what? At the end of the day, your still going to do what your heart is leading you to do. I just want you to stop underestimating niggas. That’s all I’m trying to say to you. A month ago, when we pulled up at one of your corners, nothing in your mind told you that it could have been a trap that we were walking into. Yes, Dolo is the man. Yes, Dolo is the nigga in Miami that has the streets on lock with the biggest drug organization, but don’t think that just because you have all of that, that niggas won’t try you. You pulled that car into a fuckin war zone. You underestimated dem 9 boyz, and they shot your car the fuck up. Underestimate Mook if you want to, Dominique. That’s the only point that I’m trying to make to you!” she spat, and I knew that I shouldn’t have been smiling, but whenever she gets in that mode, where she starts snapping on me, calling me by my government name, I just love that shit.
“Aww. You don’t want nothing to happen to daddy?” I asked, just trying to soften the vibe up a little bit. I felt like I had her fired up, and at one point, I was fired up a little too, so I was just trying to bring it back down.
When I said that, she scoffed, and waved me off, while picking up her phone, and tending to that.
“You act like saying something nice to your nigga be the hardest shit in the fuckin world. I don’t be knowing if you want to fuck me, or kill me,” I said, putting my full attention on her because we were now sitting at a red light.
My left hand was still on the steering wheel, while I was leaned back in the chair, amazed by this beautiful ass human that I had with me in the passenger seat.
Riot dropped her phone down in her lap, and she turned to look at me.
“I texted you something nice this morning when I woke up. I told you that I missed you,” she defended herself, and I laughed in her face.
“Bae, it’s midnight. You texted me that shit at eight this morning. Where the fuck the other nice shit at that you supposed to say to your man? I can give you all the mean shit that you said to me today, but I can only name one nice thing,” I went on, milking it a little bit because she really didn’t say a lot of mean shit to me today. Any other day, she did though.
“I feel like you want me to be like your other hoes from the past,” she flipped that shit on me.
“Aww man. How the fuck we get on hoes, baby? I told you that I don’t know if you wanna fuck me or kill me. What’s the correlation with hoes?” I asked, taking the light because it just turned green.
“I’ll tell you what the correlation is. They were probably super soft with you, and vocal with their feelings. I’m not like that, so therefore, I feel like you want me to be like them. You knew how I was when we got together, Dolo. I do try though, but it’s not something that I can just change overnight. Don’t pick on me because of it though because you gotta give me time to get better at it,” she voiced.
“I’m not picking on you, bae. When I said that shit a little minute ago about not knowing if you wanna fuck me, or kill me, I swear I was just fuckin with you. I don’t have any problems with your personality. I knew the kind of gangsta that I was dealing with from the beginning. I don’t want you to be anything like the women that I dealt with from the past. Continue doing what you doing. The fact that you’re so different is what had me falling in love with you in the first place. I don’t mind that mean shit. You can be mean and compliment a nigga too though. After you talked all that shit about me, and Mook, you could have ended it, saying that you don’t want anything to happen to me. That’s all a nigga be wanting to hear baby. That’s all,” I went on, reaching over, so that I could pick her hand up, and kiss the back of it.