I tossed the phone on the table, and Kendrick, and Bray walked over to Diego, since he was the one with the phone. They stood behind him, looking at the phone screen. When I saw each of them niggas react to the video in the same manner that I did when I first saw it, where they placed their hands over their mouths, I knew then that they’d gotten to the part where he started sniffing that shit up his nose.
I’d watched that video too many times today to the point that I couldn’t play that shit again. Shit went downhill when I watched that nigga go inside each baggie, and he poured the contents into an even bigger bag, stuffed it in his pockets, and then he walked out of the room like nothing happened. If Iplayed that video one more time, I was liable to hop on the jet right now, search for that nigga, and kill him.
“Damn. I don’t even know what the fuck to say. Mook been on some crazy shit these past few weeks, but I would have never suspected that the nigga was snorting coke. Never. All the shit his ass be talking about junkies. He put that shit on the table, lined it up so easily, and sniffed it like that’s just a part of his everyday schedule. You gotta get that nigga from around you fast, Dolo. He went inside that warehouse too confidently, and stole from you, man. You know what they say about a nigga that steals from you. A man that steals from you will kill you,” Kendrick spoke, saying the exact same thing that I’d said to myself when I originally saw the video.
“Yeah. I didn’t see that shit coming either. What you going to do? You letting him go?” Bray asked, still standing up, with his eyes on me, waiting to see what my response was going to be.
“I ain’t killing him. I can’t. It ain’t much in the world that’ll make me back down, but when it comes to ya’ll niggas, it’s just certain lines that I can’t cross. I mean, if that nigga were to put me in a situation where it was my life or his, then I would be left with no choice but to handle my business, but over some shit like this, I don’t think I got it in me to kill him. I plan to let him go, and to a street nigga like Mook, we all know that me letting him go is just as bad as death. It’s deeper than him just taking a little coke out the bags and snorting it. This nigga was stealing from the supply chain. He throwing off our numbers. Taking product out the same bags that we’re putting on the streets for the customers is bad business,” I went on, and each of them knew that I was telling the truth, so they nodded their heads, agreeing with the things that I was saying.
“I ain’t tell ya’ll this shit, but last night at the party, Octavio got on me about that shit that we got going on with dem 9 boyz. He wants to know why all of them niggas still breathing.That’s already one problem that Octavio knows about. I’m not trying to have this problem blow up, and he finds out about this too. Octavio will personally fly his ass out to Miami if word gets out that we out here shorting motha fuckas of product. We look sloppy, and you know the first chance we look sloppy in his eyes; he’s going to cut us from doing business with him. I gotta let him go,” I finalized, and I saw it in their eyes that each of them felt and understood where I was coming from.
“I’m with that 100%. You know I am, but that’s not going to be an easy call Dolo. That’s going to come with some backlash from Mook, and you know that shit. Mook not the kind of nigga that’s going to easily walk away from this shit. He’s been a part of the business just as long as the rest of us. You may not have to kill that nigga now, but Dolo, you gotta know just as much as I do that Mook is the kind of person that you’re going to have to eventually put down. He knows too much about the business. He knows too much about the way you move. That ain’t the kind of person that you keep in your back pocket,” Kendrick said to me what I had already been thinking about.
I knew these things. Mook knew where I laid my head. He knew where all the stash spots were, codes to different safes, and shit like that. If he wanted to be a green ass nigga, and turn me over to the feds, letting them know where all my hidden spots were, he could very well do that shit. I knew that I was playing with fire by keeping him alive, especially with everything that he knew, but I was going to play with that fire for a little bit. Even though all of those things that I just mentioned were risks, I knew Mook wouldn’t cross me to that extent. He didn’t want to die behind doing some green ass shit like that.
I stayed out here with the guys for a little while longer. We were having our final dinner tonight. The whole crew was going to come down to have dinner. I was looking forward to being in the same space as my girl, and my crew.
I let them know that I would be back down later for that, and then I left because Riot’s massage was wrapping up, and I wanted to be up there when the masseuse finished, so that I could knock her off with a hefty tip.
I took the elevator up to our floor, and once in front of the door, I used the key card to let myself inside the room.
Riot was getting her massage right in the living room area. The masseuse had the table set up in the middle of the room, with the balcony sliding door pulled all the way back, so you could see the beautiful view of the ocean. She had soft music playing, and even though Riot was turned around from me, and I couldn’t see her, I knew that she was sleeping. The masseuse had the blanket on the lower part of Riot’s body, exposing her entire upper half. She was massaging her shoulders, and when she saw that I walked in the room, she smiled at me and then went back to finishing with the massage.
I didn’t want to disturb what they had going on, so I went to the room. I chose to sit out on the balcony, with my mind heavy, thinking about the problems that I knew were going to be waiting for me back home. I wasn’t ready to cut ties with my brother, but I knew that it was something that had to get done. I’ve killed a lot of niggas before. Stood over a lot of them, with a gun to their head, as they pleaded for me to spare their lives. Any nigga that I ever had to kill, more than likely he was someone that I was at odds with, and someone where it wouldn’t make me any difference if they lived or died. I knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy decision to look down at Mook, with a gun to his head, and pull the trigger, but it was either him or me. That was the motto that my pops taught me, once he accepted that I was going to be in the game, and that there wasn’t anything that he could do to stop me.
I sat out here for about fifteen minutes more, when I heard the balcony door slide back. I turned around, just to make surethat it was Riot, and it was. Her eyes were red from the sleeping that she’d done, and she had lines on the side of her face, due to her resting her head on her arm, as she was sleeping. She looked peaceful, as she smiled at me, seeing that I was back because when her massage started, I told her that I was going to go out front with the boys.
“Five-hundred-dollar massage and your ass slept all the way through that shit,” I said, standing up from the chair because I wanted to get inside, and tip the masseuse before she left.
“I didn’t sleep the entire time. Probably like the last thirty minutes of it. Her touch was so soft. Can you go out there, and ask her for some pointers, so that you can massage me like that back at home?” her ass asked me, stepping closer, so that she could stand right in front of me.
“Yeah aight. She still out there? I want to give her a tip,” I asked her, and she nodded her head, telling me that she was still out front in the living room.
I cut past Riot, so that I could go inside the room. I went over to the dresser, where I kept one of my bank rolls tucked up under some of my clothes, and I pulled out a couple of large bills for her. Judging by the smile on Riot’s face, and the fact that she told me to go out there, and get pointers, I could tell that she’d done a good job, so she was worth this big ass tip that I was going to give her.
When I made it out front, and I put the money in her hands, she was so happy about it that she quickly hugged me, and she thanked me for it. I thanked her as well, especially since I booked this shit last minute. I walked over to the door, holding it open for her, and once she was out, I closed it.
I went back over to the balcony area, where Riot was sitting, legs pulled up, sitting Indian style, and she was looking ahead of her at the beautiful view of the ocean that we had.
I sat down next to her, and the second I sat, my phone buzzed, letting me know that I had a text message. It was Diego hitting me. He sent me two messages. One was a video, and the other one was a text message. The text message said, “Your secret out the bag nigga” and followed by that was a laughing emoji. I went to the video that he sent me, and it took me to a link on Instagram.
Bright as fuckin day, someone had put together a thread of photos and videos of Riot, and I. All the shit that was posted were things of us here in Mexico, so somebody out here at this fuckin resort must have saw us, and sent all this shit to the messy, dick eaters back in Miami that didn’t have shit to do with their lives but report on other people’s personal lives. They even had footage from the fuckin party that we went to last night. One of the videos, it caught us right in the middle of a tongue kiss at the party. I’m talking, my hands were glued to her ass, while hers were wrapped around my neck. From the angle of the video, you could tell that someone had taken that video from down below. Riot was going to be pissed when she saw this shit because she was just in her feelings this morning, saying how she wanted to keep our shit a secret.
She didn’t have social media, but I knew that her cousins did, so even if she didn’t find it on her own, or if I didn’t show her, she would still find out about it from them. I had social media, but I have a burner page. No profile picture, but motha fuckas knew that the burner page belonged to me. I’ll post lil shit in my story probably once or twice a year, and that’s mainly it.
“If I show you something, you going to get mad?” I turned my head to look at Riot. She was so locked in with what was ahead of her, but when I spoke, she snapped out of it, and turned her head, so that she could look at me.
“I don’t know because I don’t know what it is. What is it?” she wanted to know.
“Nah. You going to get mad. Forget that I even said something,” I went on, and she looked at me like I was crazy.
“How you going to bring something like that up, and then don’t tell me? You was better off not even saying any fuckin thing!” she snapped.
“Aight. Chill out with that fake ass tough shit. You ain’t scaring shit over here,” I fucked with her, getting all in her face.
I was trying to deescalate the situation because I knew that I’d just pissed her off. Riot was tough as fuck because she didn’t even smirk. I knew she wasn’t going to smile again until she knew what it was that I was referring to, so I went ahead, and slid my phone over to her, so that she could go through the post, and see the shit on her own.
“Who the fuck posted this shit? What is this? Then, it says that it has 1,000 comments. Is that for real? Did 1,000 people really leave a comment on this?” she asked, not really knowing because she didn’t have social media, so she didn’t understand how this shit worked.