“Iknow your gangsta ass not acting scared. Just the other day, I told you that I was taking you to go kill a bitch. You didn’t have an ounce of worry. Now, here I am, taking you to meet my people and you got the nerve to be sitting here, looking like your about to shit bricks,” Dolo said to me, picking up his right hand, so that he could place it over my chest, and see if my heart was beating rapidly.
I quickly moved his hand out of the way, as if I didn’t want him touching me, and I paid attention to my surroundings.
We’d just pulled up into a beautiful community. His parents stayed about an hour away in West Palm Beach. Even though it wasn’t that far from Miami, I’ve never been out this way.
His parents community in which they resided was really nice. It was one of those communities where they had security at the gate, and you had to roll up to the guesthouse and let them know who you were here for. Because we were coming to Dolo’s parents’ house, I guess they already knew him at the gate because he didn’t have to show I.D or anything. Once they saw who he was, they let him in.
“Stop. I’m not scared,” I lied, knowing damn well that I was a little nervous to meet his family.
I think whenever new situations arrived, especially when I didn’t know how it was going to go, my nerves would kick in.
Dolo had been assuring me all week that his parents were cool, and that they were going to love me, but that still didn’t put me at ease. I think about my mom, and the life that she wanted for me. If she had to choose the kind of daughter that she’d get, I’m sure she would have wanted me to go to college and become a doctor. I know for a fact she didn’t want me toting guns, dealing drugs, and killing people. I thought that Dolo’s mom would think like that. Granted, it was the life that her sons were living, but what if that’s not what she wanted for her future daughter-in-law, you know? Maybe I was in my head.
“Your ass is scared. I told you that they going to like you. Chill out,” he said, reaching his hand over, so that he could place it in between my thighs.
It took another two minutes for us to make it to the back where Dolo’s parents’ home was. It was huge. It looked like a home that a rapper would rent out to shoot a music video. No shade to Dolo’s dad, but you could just tell that this was a home that was built with old school drug money. The driveway was long, and there sat a few cars in the driveway, making me question Dolo when he told me that this was only going to be a small get-together.
The grass was perfectly cut, you could see the beautiful palm trees that they had, and I fell in love with the built of the house. It was a beautiful two- story mansion. This home was massive. The front doors alone probably cost thousands. These were the kind of homes that I loved to see, but it wasn’t anything that I would want to live in. A nice condo or townhome was good enough for me.
“Whose all here? I thought you said that it was just going to be a small get together,” I said, turning in my seat, so that I could look at him.
He smiled, showing me perfect teeth. His smile caused his dimples to appear, and I found myself reaching my finger over, so that I could press his dimples in. This man was so fine. It used to be a time when I was scared to say sweet things to him, scared to love him, scared to be soft, but these days, I was like putty in his hands, and any chance I got, I was in his ear, telling him how good he looked.
My man had on a black Alo sweat suit this afternoon. It looked so good on him. Dolo was such a d- boy, but I loved it when he pulls items out of his closet and look like this. His glasses were on his face as usual, which really increased how handsome he was. He had a perfect cut, and line up that he’d gotten early this morning.
“It is a small get together. Wait right there. Ima come open the door for you,” he said, shutting the car off.
Dolo stepped out of the car, and he pulled up the sweats that had fallen from his waist. He swaggered over to my side of the car, opened the door, and he reached his hand out for me. I quickly grabbed it and stepped out.
I thought that he was going to step back, so that I could walk out, but he didn’t. He closed the door, and he walked forward, basically pushing me back, having me post up against the car. His hands reached down, going for my ass, and he palmed it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him.
“I told you that my parents like whatever I like. I like the fuck out of you,” he told me, making me smile.
My hood baby would try to be romantic with me, and some of the things that he would say were always off the wall, but that was my man and I was going to stick beside him.
“I know. I gotta get out of my head,” I let him know, and he nodded.
“Yeah. You do. My people not like that. I’m telling you that you’re in good hands,” he said.
He finalized it by kissing me on the lips. I got so turned on by that little peck that I parted my lips, and we softly started tongue kissing. My hands played in his hair as I kissed him, and when I could feel my pussy start pulsating, that’s when I pulled away from him.
The lip gloss that I left on his lips, I wiped it off him.
Dolo stepped back, and he opened the back door. There were two cakes in the back. A pound cake, and a red velvet cake. My mom made both. I couldn’t cook to save my life, and I didn’t want to show up empty handed, so earlier in the week, I asked my mom if she would bake a cake for me, and she ended up baking two. I know that I wasn’t always the easiest to deal with for my mom, and we had our times when we didn’t see eye to eye, but that lady always came through for me when I needed her.
I think the shit that I went through in jail finally getting exposed made us closer. It truly hit me how much that lady loved me. The way she broke down in tears when she learned that I had been getting jumped on like that in jail, proved to me that no matter how big and bad I thought I was, I was still her daughter that she loved, and didn’t want to see anything bad happen to me.
Dolo grabbed a cake, and I grabbed one as well. He closed the door and had me lead the way. I walked up the driveway, and over to the front door. The lock was one of those locks where you had to key in a code, and Dolo did just that.
My ass was not about to walk in first, so I stepped out of the way, so that he could go.
“No way my gangsta acting like this,” he said, shaking his head.
I didn’t say anything. I just followed him inside the beautiful home. In the foyer, there was a table, and I could see childhood pictures of Dolo, and Diego. I knew which one was my man, and when I saw it, my heart melted. I literally had to pause when I saw the picture because he was so freaking adorable as a kid.
“Handsome lil nigga, huh? Makes you want to stop saying all that crazy shit about not having a child, and give me a son, huh?” he asked me, coming over, and standing next to me, watching me as I was looking at the picture.
Immediately, the smile was removed from my face once he said that.