Page 29 of Street Heiress 3
The caption for that post was simple. Just a simple, ‘I ain’t gone lie… I’m territorial as fuck bout my lil shit’. In true Dolo hood form, he showed everybody that he loved her and wasn’t going to play about her.
“Let me say something cousin, and I’m going to be gentle because I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” my big cousin, Aleeyah said to me. She was sitting right next to me. She was older than me by two years.
Aleeyah was married, and she had two small children. We were close. We would clash from time to time because she was one of those people that always wanted to be right. Plus, she said the things to you that you needed to hear. Not the things that you wanted to hear.
I turned my head to look at her, ready to hear whatever it was that she was going to lay on me.
“I feel like all the things that you just said is where a lot of women go wrong. We think because we have the better body,we’re prettier, and all those other physical things, that naturally we’re the better pick. Don’t get me wrong, attraction does matter. These Miami niggas can be very shallow when it comes to that, and their cocky too, so of course they want to be walking around with the baddest bitch on their arms, but when a man is talking about building, and actually settling down with someone, half of the time, it’s not going to have anything to do with the physical,” she started, and the entire table was quiet, looking at her, following, ready to see where else she was getting ready to go with this.
Aleeyah was the only woman at the table that was married. Me, and the rest of the women wanted to be married as well, so we would often get a lot of our insight from her.
“You can be the baddest bitch in the world, but that doesn’t mean that you are the one that a nigga wants to settle down with. We don’t know Riot on a personal level. All we really know is that from the outside, the bitch is drop dead gorgeous. That’s all we know. Dolo is the one that obviously knows more about her. Maybe she came into his life and made his life easy. Maybe she made him feel safe. Seen. Respected. We don’t know the things that stood out that made him choose her, but a lot of times, that’s how it works. With men, it’s always going to take that one person to change them. Riot just happened to be the one to do that,” she finished, and I rolled my eyes because obviously that wasn’t the shit that I wanted to hear.
“I do feel like men change for who they want to change for. That part is true, but I feel like Dolo never really gave me a fair shot. From the moment we met, he made it clear to me that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. He told me that with the life he was living, he wouldn’t be able to settle down. All the things his ass told me that he wasn’t going to be able to do, he turned around and did them with her. He gave her a chance. He didn’tgive me one,” my voice cracked a little bit. I was getting in my feelings with this conversation.
I thought that I moved on, especially since I was fuckin with someone right now, but when I ran into Dolo last night at the club, it’s like all the feelings that I thought I buried had resurfaced. Then, I woke up to his ass trending all over social media because of the shit that he posted online with him, and Riot.
“Jazelle, that’s just how it works with men. If that man isn’t ready to be with you, he just isn’t ready. Maybe it was Riot who he was ready to be with,” she finished, and I just waved her off.
We continued to linger on it a little bit, and then we switched gears. I excused myself from the booth, telling the ladies that I was going to sit at the bar for a little bit. I could use a little moment by myself, which is what I chose to do.
I was able to snag a spot at the end of the bar, and I sat my small purse on the counter. The bartender was quick to come over to me and ask me what I wanted. My drink of choice never really switched up, so I put in an order for a lemon drop, and because I was so annoyed with the conversation that we just finished having at the table, I also ordered a shot of Don Julio 1942. I could use it, and knowing me, it wasn’t going to be my last shot, either.
It didn’t take long for the bartender to sit the items that I just ordered in front of me. I took the shot first, and right when I was getting ready to pick up my lemon drop, I felt movement to the left of me. Someone had come over and was pulling the stool out next to me.
At first, I didn’t think anything of it, but when I looked again, it was clear that I knew this person. Not on a personal level. We didn’t have each other’s number or anything like that, but him, and his crew would often come down to the club, and I’ve had their section plenty times in the past. It was Elijah. One of theleaders of dem 9 boyz. I haven’t really seen him, or anyone in his crew come to the club in a little minute.
There was once a time when they were in there just as much as MBM. Whenever we knew that both crews would be at the club, we made sure that we kept their sections far away from each other because there wasn’t any secret in Miami that the crews didn’t get along.
“Elijah?” I called his name out, just to make sure that it was him.
He turned to look at me, gave me a small smile, and then he reached his arm out, so that he could lean in, and wrap it around me. He smelled good. The nigga looked stressed out though. It’s been a minute since I saw him, and in that time, he’d managed to grow out a full beard. The hair on his head looked as if it hadn’t been cut in months. He had a line up though, so it didn’t look bad that he’d grown his hair out.
“What’s up, Jazelle? How you doing?” he asked, after he pulled away from the hug, and he took the spot that was right next to me.
“I’m chilling. I haven’t seen you or your crew at the club in a little minute. How are you?” I asked him, and he sighed.
“Shit, we got a lot going on right now, so we don’t really have all the free time to play around right now, you know? Once we get everything back right with the business, we’ll start pulling up again. We miss it out there though. I was just talking to my brother on the way over here, and he was telling me that he can’t wait until we can start back hitting the clubs up, and shit,” he voiced. I wanted to ask him what happened, but I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
Drug dealers had to really trust you for them to tell you intimate details within the business. I remember when I was dealing with Dolo, and his ass was always so fuckin secretive. We could be together, and he would get a call that was businessrelated, and he would just up, and leave. I learned a long time ago not to ask him what happened because I knew he wouldn’t tell me. I’m sure that Elijah lived by that same code, so I wouldn’t try and get in his business.
“Well, it’s been the same thing at the club. Same faces. Ya’ll not missing much of anything,” I tried to downplay it, even though I knew that every night at the club was a fuckin movie.
As much as some of the bitches that work there get on my damn nerves, I didn’t see me ready to walk away from this life anytime soon. It was easy money. Depending on the kind of night that we were having at the club, I could literally have all my bills paid in just one night. There wasn’t another job out here that was going to pay me what I was getting down at the club. Plus, I had a good relationship with Mark, so I was able to pick the days that I wanted to come in.
“I feel that. What’s good with you? I always thought that you were pretty, but rumors were going around that you were fuckin around with Dolo. Being as though me, and that nigga have always been at odds, I didn’t want him thinking that I was trying to get at him by seeing what was up with you. Ya’ll not fuckin around with each other no more, right? He with Riot now, ain’t it?” he asked, getting in my business, which is crazy because I just sat here, telling myself that I wasn’t going to get in his, but he didn’t offer me that same courtesy.
“Yeah, we don’t deal with each other no more. You don’t strike me as the kind of person that wouldn’t fuck with a bitch, simply because she’s dealing with a nigga that you’re at odds with,” I commented, and he laughed.
Elijah had a nice laugh. His dimples were on display when he laughed, and I liked that.
“Shit, I’m not. I just know the kind of nigga that Dolo is. He swear every nigga that don’t get along with him is a hating ass nigga that wants what he got. If I had come at you like that, andhe found out about it, he would swear that I was only trying to fuck with you because I knew that he was fuckin with you. You gotta think how that nigga thinks,” he said, and I guess it made sense to an extent.
“I hear you. He does deal with Riot. You know her?” I asked, curious to see if he knew her on a personal level.
I didn’t know much about her. Really just the things that people would say about her in the streets. She was a part of that same lifestyle as Dolo. She used to move weight for Gold, and I knew that she did some time in jail. Just like the rest of Miami, I saw the video of her getting jumped in jail. She was Ari’s cousin too. That’s really all the main details that I know about her.
“Yeah, I know Riot. I had been trying to fuck with that girl for years. Her mean ass never was trying to give me any play. When she came home from jail, I tried to put her on with us because I knew that Gold wasn’t going to give her back her old spot, but she didn’t want to come over with us. I got wind that she was fuckin with Dolo, so she pretty much became an enemy to me after that,” he said.
