“Bray, what’s good with it?” he answered.
“Ay man. I just got some fucked up news about Mook. I’m not sure who put the call in, but they had cops go over to his spot to do a wellness check. That nigga was in there, slumped over from an overdose. He didn’t make it,” Bray said to Dolo.
For me, ya’ll know how I felt about Mook, and that I literally hated his ass, so this news didn’t hurt my feelings in the least bit. I couldn’t say the same about Dolo though. His eyes didn’t get watery or anything, and he didn’t look sad either, but I knew hewas. I knew he still loved Mook, despite the fucked up shit that Mook had done. I knew Dolo loved Mook when he wouldn’t kill him. His love for him was loud when it came to that.
“Damn. What he overdosed on? Coke?” Dolo asked after about two minutes of silence.
“Coke, pills, and alcohol was in the mix,” Bray responded, and as if Bray was standing right in front of him, he nodded his head at that information.
“That’s crazy. I didn’t tell ya’ll niggas this, but he hit me the other day. Begging for another chance within the business. Swearing that he would go and get the help that he needed. I asked him about the shit that took place outside the warehouse, when that nigga snuck up on Riot, and tried to take her out. I wanted to know if he had something to do with it. He eventually came clean. I told him that I couldn’t fuck with him no more because of that. Even when we spoke that night, I could tell that he was high out of his fuckin mind,” Dolo went on, his eyes on me as he was speaking to Bray.
I knew about that call. Dolo told me about it not long after it happened. He gave me the green light, telling me that I could pop him if I wanted to, but the next day, we went to visit his parents, and before I could think about what I wanted to do with Mook, that’s when I was hit with the officer that murdered my dad.
“Damn. I know how you like to get though, Dolo. You’ll overly process this shit and get in your head. What happened to Mook was going to eventually happen. That nigga was abusing coke. It is what it is. You going to go to the funeral?” Bray wanted to know.
“Probably not. Nigga will fuck around, and haunt me in my fuckin sleep,” he said, making Bray laugh.
“Aight man. I’ll hit you later. Where you at? You still downstairs?” Dolo wanted to know.
“Yeah. In the inventory room. I’m about to leave in a minute. I was waiting for you and Riot to finish up before I hit you. Nigga, everybody in this bitch heard that shit. Good job, brother. I taught you well. You was handling your business,” Bray said, and I wanted to scream when Bray said that.
Of course, Dolo laughed, and I reached my hand out, pushing him, not finding it funny, especially since I had already told him that because his office was above the room that they were in, that it was a chance that they might hear me. I let his ass convince me, telling me that the music would drown out my moans, knowing damn well that the music in the inventory room is never that loud.
“Yeah. Nigga you ain’t teach me shit,” Dolo shot back.
They eventually hung up the phone, and Dolo placed his phone inside his pocket, while looking me in my eyes.
“You don’t have to ever worry about fuckin me in here again,” I said, hopping down from the counter.
“Riot, the people know you getting fucked already. Cut it out. You walk in this bitch everyday with new shit decorated on your neck from all the fun you be having with me. You got fucked, and they heard you. It ain’t the end of the world mama,” he called out from behind me, following me out of the restroom.
“I said what I said,” I shot, bending down, so that I could pick my shoes up, and place them on.
As I was bent over, Dolo came behind me, and when I stood up, my ass was planted right there on his dick.
“And you not saying too much of anything, baby. If I offer for us to fuck again, what you think going to happen? We going to fuck again, and they’ll hear you for the second time,” he talked shit, and I allowed him to go on his little rant by himself, while I sat down in his office chair, only so that I could put my socks, and shoes on.
“How are you feeling about the news with Mook?” I wanted to know.
“Shit, it is what it is,” I expected that response from him, but I knew it wasn’t the true version of how he was feeling for real.
“Does it surprise you or did you see it coming?” I asked him once both my shoes were on.
“I ain’t expect it to happen so soon, you know? With the way he was snorting, of course I felt like it was a chance that he would get strung out on it, but I don’t think I saw an overdose happening so soon. Come on. You ready? Where we going to stop and eat?” he wanted to know, quickly changing the subject.
The fact that he changed the subject let me know that Dolo was shutting down. I do that. Whenever it was something that I didn’t care to talk about, I would change the subject in a hurry.
“It’s almost three in the morning, Dominique. I’m not hungry,” I said, standing up.
“Ay, I been letting you get away without fulfilling your wifely duties. You gotta start cooking. Meal prep for a nigga so that when times like this come, I don’t have to be worried about where my next meal going to come from. I can just walk into the kitchen and get it,” he went on.
I was getting ready to walk past him, but when he said that, I paused, and I stood in front of him, looking at him like he was crazy. He watched me with a smirk, knowing that that comment was going to get him cursed out.
“Wifely duties? We’re married?” I asked.
“Shit, I thought we were,” he went on to say.
“You couldn’t have possibly thought that. When did you propose? When did I say yes?” I fired back.