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“In my head, we’re married,” he finished, putting his hands on my ass, and pulling me even closer.
“What meal do you want me to cook for you? Not tonight though because I’m tired. I’ll experiment in the kitchentomorrow before coming in for work,” I even shocked myself when I said that.
“Do an alfredo or something. That’s easy. Make a nigga some chicken alfredo. Do it right, and I’ll eat, and suck everything on you,” was his response, and I smiled at that.
“You’re going to do that regardless though, baby,” I chimed, smiling as I talked shit.
“And that’s where the fuck I went wrong with you. You had me eating pussy too early. Had one little shoot out with me, and I felt bad. Next thing I know, I got your whole pussy in my mouth,” he said, and I was cracking up at that because he sounded foolish.
“Dominique, please. You didn’t put my pussy in your mouth because you felt bad because of a shootout. You did it because you wanted to,” I corrected him. When his ass started smiling, I knew that I was right.
“Hell yeah. I’ll never forget that night. I put your ass to sleep with just head. You been fucked up about me ever since,” he shared, slapping me on my ass before letting me go.
I didn’t have a rebuttal for that because technically, he was telling the truth. The head had me gone, but when he fucked me in Mexico, I really lost my mind. I was on this nigga bad. A bitch would have to get it in blood with me for me to come off this dick. Like, you would literally have to kill me for me to willingly give this nigga away to you. I mean that.
Chapter 4
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
Ipulled into the parking lot, not surprised to see that Loco’s car was already here. He told me to meet him here at 10:00 A.M., so here I was, pulling into the lot at exactly 10. Loco didn’t play about time management. I’m usually on time for most things in life, but here and there, I’ll slack off. I knew I couldn’t play that shit with Loco though. One thing about him, he wasn’t going to sit around and wait for anyone, especially if he was providing his services, and doing you a favor. Man, if I would have shown up five minutes late, I’m sure he would have left.
I had a conversation with Loco the other day, telling him about the private security company that I wanted to start up. I had to give all the credit to my girl, letting him know that Riot was the one that planted that seed. Since she’s told me about it, I have been brainstorming, coming up with plans for the company. I knew that Loco would be the best person to have this conversation with, being as though he owns clubs of his own, and all his clubs have top of the line security.
He knew what it felt like to be able to manage armed security, crowd control, city litigations, and liability. Those were things that I didn’t have all the knowledge to right now. Not only that,but Loco knew a lot of people. Big people. Big people that I was going to need to make this happen. All the compliance people that I was going to need, big time attorneys, all the insurance folks, and shit like that.
A compliance company is where we were meeting right now. This was his homeboy. His name was Trevor, and his company was called Prestige Security Compliance. According to Loco, this is where niggas came when they wanted to start up a security company the right way. Here, they dealt with all the licensing, background requirements, and just all the things that you were going to need to run a legitimate private security company.
I didn’t want to cut any corners when it came to this. I wanted to do things the right way. If I was going to have a legit business, that was going to bring in legal money, I wanted to do it right, that way if the feds ever tried to come knocking, I could prove that my business was legit.
There was an empty spot right next to Loco, so that’s where I chose to back my car into. I went ahead, and shut the car off, grabbed my gun that was resting in the cupholder, my phone, and wallet.
I stepped out, and I closed the door behind me. As I was walking around my car to get to Loco, I saw that he was opening his car door as well. Every time that I saw this whip that Loco was pushing, I’m always tempted to take the keys out of this niggas hands and keep it for myself. It was an Aston Martin Vantage. That shit was so fuckin sexy too. The kind of whip that would draw a lot of attention.
Loco only pulled it out every blue moon. Even when you went to his house, it was always parked in the garage. What made it so gangsta was that Uzi purchased the car for him. They both bought cars for each other like they were buying dinner meals. I loved the way that they tricked on each other, especially when it came to cars.
Whenever you went to their house, and you saw their line up, you would think that they had a bunch of guest over, when it reality, it was just the cars that they both owned.
“What’s good with it? How long you been out here?” I asked Loco, walking over to him, so that I could slap it up with him, and then I leaned in, so that I could give him a brotherly hug.
Running the streets made it where I hadn’t seen my cousin in a lil minute. We talked often over the phone because he knew that I was in the streets, so he would call a lot, just to hear my voice, and make sure that I was fine.
“Like five minutes. You ready?” he asked me, after we pulled apart.
“Yeah. I’m ready. I’m feeling a little unsteady though, I ain’t gone lie. I was doing my research last night, and I saw that when you start a company like this, you gotta go through fingerprinting, and background checks. You know how I am when it comes to stuff like that. Ain’t no way we can cut corners, and kind of slip through the cracks with that?” I asked him, and when I did, he paused, while tilting his head to the side, looking at me like I was crazy.
I knew I said I wanted to do this the right way, but I wanted to skip the background process, and fingerprinting part. When you’re a street nigga, you fear that kind of shit. I didn’t want my information being stored around like that.
“Ay, rule number one when it comes to this new business venture for you… you can’t be thinking like a street nigga, and moving like one with this business,” he started, and this time, it was me to cock my head to the side and look at him like he was crazy.
“Loco, Iamastreet nigga!” I had to remind him, just in case he forgot.
“Exactly. Lose that fuckin mentality when it comes to legit business. You going to have to learn how to code switch. I hadto do it. When I was running shit with the Reaves organization, it was cool for me to be a street nigga. That was all I knew how to be. The minute I decided that I wanted to branch off and open clubs clubs, sitting in big meetings with lawyers, investors, insurance underwriters, and whoever else, I had to learn how to code switch. You can’t go into this kind of business treating it like you standing on the block, moving weight. If they even feel like you trying to cut corners, and slip through the cracks, they going to feel like you trying to bring that street shit here, and they not going to want to do business with you. We talking about big time lawyers, investors, banks, and insurance companies. Nigga, they’ll cut your ass off in a second if they feel like you’re going to be a liability. So, to answer your question, fuck no we ain’t cutting corners, and slipping through the cracks,” he finished, and he raised his hand, to slap me on the chest, basically telling me to get right.
I didn’t respond. Shit, it was nothing else that needed to be said.
He walked on the side of me, as we cut through the parking lot, heading over to the big building.
“Where your girl at? Why didn’t you bring her with you?” Loco asked me once we reached the building.
