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“You not going to crash it. Put your foot on the brake. That’s the middle one. Do that and change the gear. Put it in reverse,” he told me. I was scared out of my mind, but I did what he said.
“Aight. Now ease out. You don’t have to use the gas though,” he went on.
I took my foot off the brake, not expecting it to have a little speed to it, even without the gas, so I slammed on the brakes.
“Ay! Easy on the brakes. Take your time while you doing that shit!” Dolo snapped.
“If you going to yell at me, I don’t want you to teach me!” I was annoyed already and we didn’t even make it out of the driveway. Dolo laughed while shaking his head.
“Aight. I won’t yell no more. Bae, just do it slow though,” he said.
This time, I slowly eased out, and I did it perfectly.
“Good job, baby. Put it in drive now, and just slowly go. You don’t have to go heavy on the gas. Just a little bit,” he went on, and I did just that.
I put it in drive, turned the wheel, and I slowly eased out down the road. I was scared to go heavy on the gas, so I was only going about five miles.
“Good shit, baby. Slowly brake once you get to the stop sign,” he instructed me. I did just that, and he clapped his hands for me.
“Okay, give it a little speed now. Don’t go too crazy with it though,” he said to me, once I pulled away from the stop sign.
Instead of five miles, I went up to fifteen. I made it to another stop sign, and I slowly eased on the brake like he taught me. I was driving like an old woman. Both hands were on the steering wheel, and I was driving slow as hell.
“Aight. You ready to go out onto the main road now. Turn at this stop sign,” Dolo said, after he had me go around the block four times.
I was scared to get out onto the main road, but I was eager to learn, so I took a deep breath, turned at the stop sign like he told me to, and when I got out onto the main road, I started screaming because I was actually doing it. Dolo was in the passenger seat laughing, with the phone in his hand, recording me.
“Baby, I’m driving!” I screamed.
“You doing good bae. Just loosen the fuck up and pick up the speed a little bit. Go ahead, you got it,” he was so good with teaching me.
He was telling me things to fix when it came to my turning. Properly teaching me how to ease on the brake, and to not go so heavy when pressing down on the gas. I doubt he was supposed to have me coming out onto the main road on my first day of driving, but he did it, and I got it.
Dolo had me drive for over twenty minutes. It was crazy how quickly I learned. Granted, I still had some work to do, but I had the basics.
“Pull right there into that empty plaza,” he suggested, and I turned my turn signal on, and pulled into the plaza like he told me to.
Because this plaza was old, and none of the stores were no longer in service, it was just the two of us. I parked the car perfectly, and Dolo leaned back into his chair, putting one hand behind his head, while he glanced over at me.
I took my seat belt off, and I climbed over to him, getting in his lap. He went ahead, and placed his hands on my ass, while looking at me with hearts in his eyes.
“You happy?” he asked me, making me giggle.
“So happy. I love you so much,” I had to let him know.
“I love you more, baby,” he replied, and I sealed it with a kiss on the lips.
There used to be a time when telling him I loved him was the hardest shit in the world for me. Now, I said it multiple times out of the day. It was easy to say it. I think all the shit that we’ve been through this year made it so easy. We dodged death together. He took me to kill enemies, and people that had caused me pain. Although it still hurts that my dad is no longer here, I had a little peace in knowing that I killed the man that was responsible for his death. A man that would never be heard of or found because Dolo made sure to get the best cleaning crew out to come to Pensacola and clean up that mess that I made on Tom, and his wife.
When it came to the time that I spent in jail, I’ll never be able to forget about the shit that I endured. The food poisoning, the beatings I took, but I had peace with that as well, knowing that I killed the bitch that orchestrated all those things.
I took a lot of lives this year. I went to God a lot this year asking Him for forgiveness. One thing about it though, every person that I had to put down this year, they earned that shit. Now, my life was peaceful, but before all the killings, I wasmoving off survival. It was all about get back. Anybody that ever crossed me, anyone that ever crossed the ones that I loved, or even just tried to take something from me…. I came back for mine.
I earned that title of being The Street Heiress. That wasn’t handed to me. Yes, I’ve been fuckin Dolo for a while now, but he never put that title in my hands. I put the work in and made that name for myself. Riot St. James could never be duplicated.
My man likes to tell me every chance he gets that I’m what a nigga like him needed all along. While he was out in the field, doing his dirt, making moves, getting money, I was right there beside him. Ten toes down for mine.
These days, I haven’t had to get in the field with Dolo though because it’s been quiet. I wasn’t a fool, so I knew that it wouldn’t always remain this way. Truth be told, I often think about Eduardo. He told Dolo that he respected him for his loyalty to the supplier that he already had, but I couldn’t help this gut feeling that I had that Eduardo would one day come back. We’ll cross that bridge when it’s time to though.
