No disrespect to Uzi, or to my man, but God damn, he was so fine too. He had a solid built. You could tell that a workout session was heavy into his everyday routine.
“Hi. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you too,” I let him know.
“This my son. This lil Loco,” he said, putting his focus on his boy.
Lil Loco still had that smile on his face, looking over at me. His son was even taller than me. You could tell that he was in the gym with his dad too because I could see the muscles in his arms in the tank top that he was wearing.
Nothing in the world prepared me for when he lifted my hand, as if he was going to shake it, but his ass ended up kissing it instead.
“Aight lil nigga. I’ll knock your ass the fuck out,” Dolo said to lil Loco in a joking kind of way.
“I’m just being respectful,” lil Loco said to Dolo.
“Nah. Your ass crushing. Take these bags and put them wherever our room at,” Dolo said, finally inside the house, and he pushed the bags over by the wall. He even sat the duffle bags down too.
Once he was in, he slapped it up with Loco, and it warmed my heart, seeing the way the two of them embraced each other with smiles on their faces. Dolo then went for lil Loco, slapping it up with him, and he playfully put him in a headlock, telling him to watch that shit when it came to me. They horsed around for a little bit longer, and then Loco led the way through the house, telling us that pretty much all the kids were upstairs in the movie room, and that the adults were out back, chilling out there.
“You good?” Dolo asked me, towering over me, as he placed me in a bearhug, allowing me to lead the way, as I was following Loco.
I let him know that I was good, and he walked with me the entire time like this, up until we made it out back, and that’s when he removed his arms from around me.
Outside is where the vibes were at. All the adults were out here. You could visibly see that the women were in one area of the backyard, while the men were in another area. It reminded me of how things were with my family, whenever they would put something together. From here, I could see the women, and there were hookah’s and drinks in rotation. It was music that was playing out here. It really was a vibe. There was a pool out here, and it was big enough to mirror the size of one of the pools that was at the resort in Mexico. I couldn’t wait to come out here in the morning because I knew that view of the ocean that was in the background was going to be to die for.
Loco walked us over to where the women were. Uzi was the first one to glance over and see us heading their way. I just saw her yesterday because she had her class yesterday morning, but like she hadn’t seen me in weeks, she quickly stood up from the chair that she was sitting in, and she came over with a smile on her face, hugging me. As tough as I was, I smiled too, hugging her as well.
“Your ass came. I thought that you were going to try to skip out on the trip,” Uzi said to me the second that she pulled away.
“Let me introduce you to everyone. You already know Benelli. You know Nyne. This is my baby sister Beretta right here. That’s her best friend, Puma. This is my best friend, Aries,” Uzi went on, right after she pulled my arm, and she walked me over to where everyone was.
“Hi Riot. Uzi has been telling me a lot about you. Girl, I have been dying to meet you. You are so pretty,” Beretta spoke, standing up from the chair that she was sitting down in, and just like her sister, she reached in, so that she could hug me.
It was freaky how much she looked like Uzi. The only differences were that her hair wasn’t red, and you could just tell that Beretta was younger. She seemed so cool, and down to earth.
“Yeah. We heard so much about you. I’m Puma,” Beretta’s best friend came over, and she hugged me too, complimenting me as well, and telling me that she liked my outfit.
“We’ve been telling Dolo to bring you around to meet us. Girl, we have never seen Dolo with a girlfriend before. He picked right for sure because your ass is drop dead gorgeous,” Aries replied.
I knew of Aries. I only knew of her because her and my mom were in the same line of business. Beauty. Two women in the hair industry that were popular. I remember my mom would often bring Aries up to me, telling me how she liked her work. Although my mom was much older than Aries, she was often inspired by her.
“Thank you. You may know my mom. Her name is Keyshawn. She does hair,” I let her know, and when I said that, she immediately started smiling.
“Girl, what? I do. I met Keyshawn a few years ago at this hair convention that we had in Miami. You are her baby. I remember on her flyers, she had you posted with some of the styles she’s done on you, and how healthy she’s maintained your hair over the years. I’m a fan of your mom. Definitely a boss for sure,” Aries let me know, and as soon as I got a moment to talk to my mom, I was going to tell her.
Aries seemed cool. Cool, and humble. I knew that she was married to one of the biggest R&B singers out. Cartier was her husband. You know how women have a way of making their marital status or who their married to being their entire personality? Aries didn’t give those kind of vibes. You could tell that she was genuinely down to earth. All the women over here seemed that way.
“Come on. Let me take you over there to see the guys,” Dolo said, pulling my hand.
“Leave her here, Dolo. Let her stay with the girls,” Benelli was the one to call out, as she held the hookah tip in her hand.
“Let me take her over there to meet the niggas. I want her far the fuck away from you. You going to have her talking back to me, and shit,” Dolo said to Benelli. She laughed at him and then proceeded to waving him off.
We made our way over to the guys. They had a spades game going on. You could smell the weed too. The shit talking that was going on was crazy. There was a bunch of money that was sitting on the table, so I knew that they were playing for money. I knew how to play spades. My pop-pop taught me. My mom had given me lessons too because she was a beast when it came to playing spades. I wanted to pull out a chair, and sit with the guys, and play, but I knew that it would probably be best if I stayed with the girls, so that I could get to know them.
“Look at this young nigga. Somebody pull a phone out and take a picture of this shit. You used to swear that that bachelor life was where it was at. I stayed getting on your ass, telling you that it ain’t shit better than getting you one woman, and settling down with her. What’s good bruh?” that was Phantom that said this to Dolo.
Phantom was Benelli’s husband. He was fine as fuck! Tall, muscular man with nice chocolate skin. When he smiled, you could see the perfect white teeth that he had, along with his dimples.
Dolo laughed at what Phantom said to him, as he walked closer to him, so that the two of them could slap it up with each other and pull in for a brotherly hug.