“That ain’t something that’s going to happen often. If I gotta get phone calls and jump in the fuckin car every time niggas in Orlando, and Tampa slacking off, then that means that I don’t have any business being a leader, and clearly I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Those cities will have niggas that I can trust put in place. Orlando, and Tampa is going to have an overseer. Trusted people. It’s not going to be me physically standing there that they’ll need. Niggas going to need structure and know in the back of their minds that if they out there trying me, and moving sloppy, then that’s a gamble with their life,” he finished, and I nodded my head, understanding that standpoint.
“That’s it, baby? You know I value your opinion. What else you got?” he asked me. His ass was showing off. I wanted to knock that smirk right off his face.
“Gone on, Dominique,” I finished, and he laughed.
Dolo continued with the meeting. He had us in here for almost two hours. It was a good meeting though. Any time that I sat back, and I watched my man run his business, it’s almost like I would fall deeper in love with him. I wasn’t going to always agree with Dolo, but it made all the sense in the world to me onwhy everyone followed him. He was a true leader. Someone that was worth following.
You gotta remember where I came from before coming over here with Dolo, and his team. I used to be up under Gold. Gold was a real OG. Being around Gold for the time that I was, trust me I know when a nigga is built to be a drug Lord, and Dolo was built for it.
My man was only 25 years old, but he carried himself in the same old school fashion that Gold carried himself. He was very strategic. Always trying to jump forth to the next thing, needing his money to come in different directions. I just respected the way Dolo’s mind worked. It wasn’t just a sexual tension that I had for him. Anyone could look at him from the outside, and be sold on his looks, and fashion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sold on that as well, but that’s just one part of it. My man talking that shit and knowing what the fuck he’s talking about was the one thing to make me weak in the knees.
The meeting eventually wrapped up, and Dolo started spilling out orders, telling everyone where he needed them to go for the rest of the night.
Pretty much everyone had already spilled out. Dolo was up front, talking amongst Diego, Kendrick, and Bray. I stood, right after pushing my chair into the table, waiting for him to come over. I didn’t know what the plans were for the rest of the night. I didn’t know if he was going to place me at another location, have me ride with him, or if we were finished for the night.
They eventually wrapped up their conversation, and each of them walked over.
“Aight sis. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Diego said, coming over, and he put out one arm, so that we could quickly hug.
I really had a liking towards Diego. From the moment Dolo introduced the two of us, I’ve been cool with him. He reminded me a lot of my brother Roman. It was times when Dolo wasn’tat the warehouse, but Diego would be here, and he would just randomly come over to check on me, just to make sure I was good. Roman was always like that with me.
I was cool with Kendrick and Bray too. I looked at them as big brothers. It was just Mook’s ass that I never liked. From the beginning, he rubbed me the wrong way, and I had been right about his ass from the jump.
After hugging Diego, I hugged Kendrick, and Bray as well, and then they spilled out of the room, leaving just Dolo and I.
“Let me look over some shit in the office, and then we can leave. You good?” he asked, right before he walked closer to me, and he kissed me on my forehead.
“I’m good,” I let him know.
With a smile on his face, he stepped back, so that I could lead the way. I knew not to touch the door once we were standing in front of it, so I stepped back, allowing Dolo to reach over me, and push it open.
He had his security posted in the foyer. In the stash room, there were workers in there, that had quickly got back to business.
I took the stairs up and walked the long hallway that led to his office. Dolo used his fingerprint to unlock the door, and he reached over me to open it, and I walked in first.
I wasn’t sure what it was that Dolo had to do, but he went over to his desk. I went over too, sitting on top of his desk, crossing my legs at the bottom.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. The group chat that I was in with my cousins was jumping. I had over fifty messages that were unread from that chat. I was a terrible person to be involved in a group chat because half of the time, I never responded. I couldn’t even tell you what they were in here rambling about because I didn’t read through all the messages.
I had a couple of messages from my best friend, Demi as well. She sent pictures of Daylani to my phone. She was in bed, sleeping. Just like I did with the rest of the pictures that Demi would send me of Daylani, I saved it to my phone, adding it to the album that I had for her. My phone was filled with pictures of Daylani and Amir. You would think that the two of them were my kids.
I texted back a bunch of heart eyes to the pictures that Demi sent me, telling her that I loved Daylani, and I also let her know that I was going to come over one day this week, so that I could see them.
“What nigga you texting that got you smiling like that?” Dolo asked me, snapping me out of the daze that I had been in, looking at this picture of Daylani on my screen.
Instead of responding back to him, I just showed him my screen, so that he could see the picture too. Ya’ll know that my man didn’t have the best vision, even with this glasses on, so he reached for my phone, getting a better view. Once he saw Daylani’s picture, he smiled. He smiled, and looked at me, and I already knew some crazy shit was getting ready to come out of his mouth.
“You got baby fever?” he asked me, handing me back my phone. Like that question offended me, I literally started gagging.
“I actually don’t. Why would you even ask me that?” I wanted to know, and he laughed, knowing that question would aggravate me.
“So, if the IUD don’t work?—”
“Stop saying that shit, Dominique! You jinx me with that just about every other day. The IUD will work. We’re going to start back using condoms,” I snapped, about to get down from the table, so that I could sit where the couch area was and get the hell away from him.
He was sitting in a rolling chair, that he was able to roll over to me, and he placed his hands on my hips, not letting me go anywhere.
“I said that shit to get under your skin. Ay, you better be lucky a nigga don’t want kids either. Shit would have offended me that you would get this mad just off me asking you something about having a baby,” he went on to say.