“You don’t think I fuckin tried? She used to move weight for Gold at one point, so she was highly protected. Riot not an easy bitch to find on the outside either because she don’t go out much!” I snapped, and she just sat there nodding her head.
“You know she’s in a relationship with Dolo now, right? I only know because one of my little cousins is a corner boy for Dolo, and when we spoke the other day over the phone, he was telling me that,” she voiced, and I sucked my teeth at that.
I already knew. People come in and out of this jail every day, and whenever we got new faces, they would come in and bring in all the tea that was happening on the outside. I guess Dolo, and Riot went viral on social media because when it happened, that’s what all the women were talking about in rec. I had people that was on the outside as well that I would call, and I liked to hear from them what was going on in my city, and that’s one of the pieces of information that everyone told me as well.
“I heard about that. That nigga can get dropped too,” I said, meaning that, not giving a fuck who Riot was tied to because I still had plans to put that bitch down the moment I was able to.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to get released, and be on bullshit when you get home? I haven’t heard you say anythingpositive in the last ten minutes. Everything that has come out of your mouth has been so negative. I’m not trying to take up for Riot, but you don’t even know for sure if her brother killed your brother. That was just a rumor that went around Miami, with no solid proof. Even if her brother did do it, what does that have to do with her? Why does she have to die? You don’t think you did enough to her while she was locked up? You put poison in her food. That girl almost died. You would have me, and the other girls go into her cell, hold her down, while you would beat the shit out of her. Cam, I feel like you did enough,” she spat, and that was my cue to get the fuck out of her bunk before I said some foul shit to her, or I picked my hand up, balled it into a fist, and started using her face as a punching bag.
I picked my shirt up, putting it back on, and I climbed from the top bunk, going down to the bottom.
“Really, Cam? You know I didn’t mean it like that. You know exactly what I was trying to say!” she said to me in a harsh whisper.
“Bitch, I don’t know shit! I confided in you about my motha fuckin brother. If anybody knows how much I loved him, it was you. You make a bitch feel like I’m doing too much for wanting to get some get back on my brother’s behalf. You defending a bitch that didn’t utter two words to you when she was locked up. You don’t know shit about Riot. That bitch will kill the same way that I would. If she had answers, and she knew who was responsible for killing her brother, best believe that she would have went after who did it, and anyone else that was attached. Her brother’s death still remains a mystery. Don’t tell me that you feel like I did enough. She still breathing, so I didn’t do more than enough!” my whisper was just as harsh as hers.
I didn’t say shit else to her after that. I got down in my bunk, laid on my back, and I placed my arms behind my head.
I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight. I was too excited to get home, so sleep was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was the money that was out there for me. The licks that I was going to hit. This bitch that I had to kill. I sat down for an entire year, did my time, and now it was time to bring my ass home. I was getting ready to fuck the entire Miami up with my presence.
Chapter 8
Riot St. James
Iwasn’t working alongside Dolo tonight. Truthfully, I think my nights of following behind him, being his shadow were long gone because he’s been taking me under his wing for weeks, letting me know how his organization operated, so with that, I was at a point where I could spread my wings and fly. If I did run the streets with Dolo, it would simply be because he wanted me to. He would want me up under him, just as much as I wanted to be under him, but tonight, he had me on a job.
Mitch was driving me around tonight because I was on duty, dropping off at different trap houses. My job was to collect inventory, drop off new product, collect counts, and just randomly pop up on niggas because no one expected for there to be a trap oversee today. By this part in the game, there was no secret that Dolo and I were in a relationship. As much as I wanted that piece of my life to remain confidential, everyone that worked for Dolo knew, so when I popped up at the traps tonight, no one questioned me on why I was questioning them. It’s almost like I got a certain kind of respect from everyone because they knew who my nigga was, so they didn’t try me.
If Dolo taught me anything, he taught me not to count money with anyone else. From day one, he’s always said that that wassomething that he would do on his own, or he would do it with Kendrick, Bray, Diego, and back when he was friends with Mook, he would count with him as well. So, when I arrived at the trap house, I went to the back, where I locked myself up in the room, and I did the count that Dolo sent me here for. The numbers looked good. Now, I had the duffle bag strap on my shoulders, prepared to walk out of the back room.
Just as I was doing that, I had to walk past the bathroom that was in the back. We were in a small, two-bedroom unit. The unit was so small that with each room that you went in, you could hear conversations through the wall. I literally would have continued walking, minding my business, but I heard the nigga in the bathroom say my name, so that’s why I decided to stop.
“I don’t know what the fuck Dolo got going on, feel me? It’s just something about a bitch walking in here, thinking that she going to rule me. Nigga, I barely listen to my motha fuckin mama. What the fuck makes you think that I’m going to listen to a bitch that’s barely 5 feet and probably don’t even weigh one hundred pounds?” the nigga’s name was Rakim.
He was on the other side of the door talking shit. I quietly put the duffle bag down on the floor, not wanting it to make any sound, and I posted with my back against the wall, doing that slow, and quiet as well. I needed to hear what else he had to say.
“Nah. She didn’t come in here bossing us around or no shit like that. She actually a little bit calmer than Dolo to be honest. She came here, just to remind us of what Dolo wanted us to be doing, and then she went to the back, so that she could count up. Pussy really rule the world though because she barely been in the picture for two months, and he already sitting her ass high up like that, overseeing niggas that’s been in the game. Been working for this nigga. I don’t know if I’m tweaking, but that shit kind of rubbing me the wrong way, you know? I’m putting my freedom and shit on the line for this nigga, but I’m not beingmoved up in the game. Sometimes I just feel like I’m getting overlooked,” I didn’t know who he was on the phone with, but this nigga was running his mouth, sounding like a little bitch.
He was quiet for a little bit, and during that time, you could tell that he was listening to whatever the caller was telling him. It took about a minute, and then I heard him laugh. Not sure if a joke was made on the other end of the phone, but he was laughing hard.
“Yeah. I hear you man. That nigga keep trying me, and overlooking me, Ima have to backdoor his ass. Shit, just the other month, I pulled up on my mama. You know she fuckin this new detective, police ass nigga. He started asking me all kinds of questions, trying to be slick, wanting me to walk right into the middle of that trap that he set out. Telling me that for years him and his team haven’t been able to bust Dolo because they don’t have any proof since Dolo moves too smart. Told me that if I gave him some insight that he would look out for me if shit ever went left. Just on some green shit, I should backdoor that nigga, and snitch. You know that I’m not even the type to say some foul shit like this, but I’m too hot about that little bitch coming in here, feeling like she running shit,” he just kept on going, making things worst for himself.
This was the kind of snake ass conversation that you were supposed to have with someone in private. Like, locked up in a room, with just the two of you, and you had to be sure that there wasn’t anyone around to hear this shit. You couldn’t come back from this. I had to kill him. Not sure if he was serious or not, but I wasn’t going to stick around and find out. For him to even bring up turning Dolo over to the police, that leaves me to believe that the thought had crossed his mind before, and for the right amount of money, he would do some green shit like that.
“Yeah. I feel you. Let me get back to work man. I’ll hit you when I get home,” and like that, the call ended.
I could hear him moving around in the bathroom, and seconds later, he started pissing. I went ahead and allowed him to get his last piss out of his system before I killed his ass. I heard the toilet flush, and seconds later, that’s when the doorknob turned. That was my cue to remove myself from being posted up on the wall, and I walked over to the door, standing directly in front of it, so that when the door opened, I would be the first person that he saw.
Like we were long lost friends, and I hadn’t seen him in a long time, a smile appeared on my face when the door swung open. There was a look in his eyes as if he’d just seen a ghost. He knew that he’d just fucked up. He didn’t have to question if I might have heard his conversation because he knew that I did.
Like he invited me inside, I went ahead and stepped into the small bathroom, and I closed the door behind me. I could see the sweat begin to appear on his forehead, and looking at his fingers, they were shaking.
Rakim was tall, so as I stood in front of him, my head stopped right at his chest. I placed my hands behind my back, holding them together, while tilting my head to the side, getting ready to ask him a question.
“Who were you on the phone with?” I calmly asked him.
“That was my brotha. I don’t know how much you heard, but I ain’t mean no disrespect?—”
“Pussy, you threatened to turn my nigga over to the feds. You meant the disrespect!” I shot, cutting him off, reaching for the gun that I had tucked behind me, and I was quick with whipping it out, and pointing that shit in his face.