Page 15 of Street Heiress 3
“She don’t need no other friends. I’m more than enough,” I let her know, and then she rolled her eyes.
“Seriously Dolo, you two should come. We’re going to have a lot of fun. You know when we get together that we always have a good time. Riot is going to be in good hands with us, and you know it,” she went on, and knowing Uzi, I knew that she wasn’t going to drop this shit until I gave her the answer that she was looking for.
“Aight. Ima talk to her when I get home. I’m passing the phone back to your husband. I’m thinking I’m about to get the phone from him, talk a little shit with you, and this turned into a fuckin drill session,” I talked shit, not even waiting for a response from her because I already gave the phone back to Loco.
He chopped it up for a little bit with his wife, and him and I walked together in the parking lot, heading for our cars.
“I think ya’ll should come to Turks. Shit going to be a nice vibe. All the stuff you got going on, I’m sure you can use the vacation. Let your girl know that we cool people. You know she going to be in good hands with us,” Loco stated, reaching his hand out for a pound, since the two of us were getting ready to split, and head our separate ways.
“Ima bring it up to her later. I appreciate you for coming down here with me. I know it’s other shit that you could havebeen doing,” I let him know, and he waved me off, like it was no big deal.
After that, I hopped in my whip, and Loco hopped in his. I let him pull out first, mainly because there was this piece of me that had this obsession with fly whips, so I wanted to hear the way that shit rumbled when he started it up, and the way he pushed it out of the lot.
I let out a whistling noise, watching the way he took off in it, and after a few seconds, that’s when I pulled out next. I had about an hour to spare until it was time for me to meet with a realtor. I was still in the process of trying to find another warehouse location. The realtor that I was using is the same realtor that I used when I got my first warehouse. Cool ass nigga, that didn’t give a fuck where the money came from, just as long as I had it. The way I was living, I had to cut corners like that. That’s why I was excited to get this security company off the ground, so that I could show legit income, and I didn’t have to go through life always counting corners.
I didn’t have to worry about picking Riot up from her anger managements session because Ari was going to get her, and the two of them had plans to hang. Every day, I make a promise to myself, saying that I was going to teach her ass how to drive, but then something comes up, and I end up pushing it back. I’m surprised that Uzi didn’t press that with me while we were on the phone because just about every time that the two of us spoke, she was always getting on me, telling me that I needed to teach Riot how to drive.
Ten minutes into my ride, my pops started calling me. I went ahead, and answered it, allowing the call to play out through the speakers.
“What’s up old man?” I asked him after the call connected.
“Shit. I got some good news for you. You know ever since your girl called Tom out on his shit, that I haven’t heard fromhim. Remember I told you not to have Riot make a move because he has his house swamped with cameras. That wouldn’t have been smart on ya’ll part. I could feel it in my gut that this nigga was getting ready to take off, and move, even if it’s just for a little bit. Yesterday, him and his wife left out, but they went in her car. I used that as my opportunity to put a tracker on his truck. I know where he has his cameras, so I made sure to move smart, so that I didn’t get caught,” he started, and I was at a red light, fully listening to what he was saying, ready to hear where he was going with this.
“Last night, I could see him, and his wife packing up. Loading boxes and shit onto the back of his truck. They left out around three in the morning. Her car is still here though. They probably just went to another location to lay low for a while, thinking that all this shit will blow over soon,” he said.
“What’s the location? Where are they now?” I wanted to know.
“They in Pensacola. I looked up the address, and it looks to be an old neighborhood. I remember when I first met Tom, he told me that Pensacola is where he was originally from, so he probably went back to his hometown,” my dad said, and I sucked my teeth.
“That nigga also lied and told you that his name was Tom, so who knows if that shit is even true?” I asked him.
“You right. Man, I hate that I let that shit slip through the cracks like that. One thing that I can say is that when me and your mom first met him, he didn’t come around at first. Shit, I thought he was going to be another racist asshole like a few of the other clowns that stay out here. He eventually came out of his shell though. He was cool. He liked to get on the grill, and barbecue just like me, so that’s where we clicked. I remember early on I would be calling his name, and he would take a while to answer me. I’m sure it’s because he had to get used to mecalling him Tom,” he let me know, and I just shook my head at that, still not able to believe it.
“Nigga was able to get away with that shit for nineteen years. I’ll give it to him. He had a good run. Shoot that address to me, and I appreciate you for coming through. Ima get on the road with Riot tonight, so that we can handle that,” was my response.
“I got you. I’m sending it over to you now. Be safe with this shit though, son. That’s a retired cop. I don’t think that’s going to be an easy kill. He already guarded, probably worrying about ya’ll coming after him, so when ya’ll come knocking, he going to be ready. Be safe, but most importantly, keep your lady safe,” he let me know.
I thanked him, let him know that I had it, and then we hung up the phone.
A minute barely passed, and he was sending me over the address. Once I had it, that’s when I put a facetime call in to Riot. I knew her session was finished, and she was more than likely road running with Ari.
She answered the phone on the second ring, and when she did, her beautiful face appeared on the screen. I could see that she was sitting in the passenger seat. I had the perfect view of her, seeing her pretty curls hanging loosely this morning.
When she saw me, she smiled, and I did the same thing.
“Hi bae,” you could hear it in her voice that she was happy to see me.
“What’s up beautiful? How was your session?” I inquired, and when she rolled her eyes, I already knew that she was getting ready to start complaining.
She hated going to her anger management sessions, which is why she was always coming up with lies to her counselor, canceling them, and shit.
“Ugh. Aggravating. I hate doing those sessions. Everything that we talk about has to resort back to my feelings. Like, I canwalk in there, and she’ll ask me how I’m doing, and I’ll tell her that I’m fine. Then, I gotta explain to her why I’m feeling fine, and by the time she picks that apart, I get annoyed. It’s the journaling that she keeps pushing for me to do. I’m supposed to come to every class with a reflection log on how certain situations made me feel during the week, but I never do it. I hate the breathing and counting techniques that she makes me do in the sessions when her ass pisses me off. I’m just ready for it to be overrrrr,” she dragged, doing all this complaining, looking at me like I had the secret to fixing her problems.
“That’s life. We all gotta do shit at some point that we don’t feel like doing. You gotta continue going to those classes. That lady going to fuck around and put your ass in jail. Then, I gotta find a new girlfriend while your locked up,” I talked shit, knowing that it would get under her skin.
“And even though you said that as a joke, you’re probably dead ass serious,” she shot, rolling her eyes at me.
That’s when I sucked my teeth, took my eyes off the road for a second, so that my gaze could linger on her for a little while longer.
