6. Uzi Reaves
Uzi Reaves
Today, I was outside with the class. We’ve done so many things this past month and change.
The women weren’t perfect shooters, but they could shoot.
They knew how to take the gun apart, clean it, load it with bullets, and break it down.
For now, until they became perfect shooters, I just wanted them to be familiar with the guns and not be afraid of them.
When this course started, so many women were afraid to even hold the gun, and the day that we started shooting, I remember one of the girls having a whole panic attack because the loud roar of the guns going off had scared the shit out of her.
One of the girls put a smile on my face this morning when she came in.
She told me that she’d gone out over the weekend with her girls, and how they had to stop at the gas station late at night for gas.
She told me how a dude walked up on her while she was at the pump, trying to rob her for the Rolex watch that she had on her wrist, but she was strapped, having a gun on her waist, that she was able to swiftly pull out like I’d taught her, letting that nigga know that she would blow his head off if he took another step.
To me, that was a success story. That woman didn’t own a gun before this course started.
Never even held one, so to know that I’d built her up like that, where she was comfortable, and strong with pulling her shit out, and using it if she had to, it made me happy because that was the goal with this class.
Today, I had the girls conditioning. Had a whole obstacle course going on out here.
I’m talking tire flipping, crawling drills, running, the whole nine.
When the course started, the girls knew that conditioning would be a major part of the class.
I loved to work out, so I wanted to incorporate some workouts into the courses.
This was typically the day that most of the women hated, and they would often complain about it, but it was one of those things where they would thank me in the end.
“Oop. Look who just got here,” Benelli said, tapping me on my arm, getting my attention. Benelli called me last night, telling me that she was free this morning, so she would come and help.
Benelli’s been to a few of the classes, and each time she came, I would thank her for coming.
Nyne has only been down once, which I wasn’t tripping about because she stayed on the road with her husband.
I knew that her husband and kids came first. Beretta hasn’t made her way over yet, but she tells me all the time how proud she is of me and constantly reminds me that she feels bad for not coming, but my sisters had a lot of shit going on, so I was understanding.
This was my business that I wanted to create, and when I created it, I didn’t do it with any expectations of my sisters coming down and helping.
Anything that they did for me was just going to be a plus.
I wasn’t putting any kind of demands on them.
I turned my head, so that I could see who it was that my sister was talking about.
It was Riot running in. Well, her ass tried to jog in, but then she slowed down, and she limped her ass in.
I was surprised to see that she was running late.
She was often on time. When I took roll this morning, and I saw that she was absent, I was shocked, being as though she’d never missed a day.
I knew that her and Dolo were back from Mexico because I was in the room the other night with Loco when Dolo called him, telling him all about Mexico.
Riot had her a nice tan too. I could see it from where I was standing.
You could see the fight in her eyes that she was trying her best to walk normal.
I’m sure she was talking to herself in her head, convincing herself that she was walking normal, and that everything was fine, but baby, as a woman with eyes, and as a woman that knew that walk…
that walk where you try to cover up the fact that you’ve been fuckin, I can tell you right now that she wasn’t doing a great job at covering it up.
“Hi. I’m sorry. I overslept. I didn’t want to just not show up. I still got time, right?” she asked, coming over to where Benelli and I were standing. I could see the look of exhaustion all in her eyes. Don’t get me wrong, still pretty as hell, but you could tell that she was running low on sleep.
Riot was in the class group chat, just like the rest of the women, so she knew to come to today’s class in her workout gear.
I put it in the chat yesterday evening, letting the girls know that we would be working out today.
So many of the women heard workout clothes, so they used this as their opportunity to come, wearing little too no clothing, or the clothing that they did have on, it was very revealing.
I wasn’t surprised that that wasn’t the route that Riot took. I knew that she didn’t dress like that.
She was dressed in a fitted, long sleeve athletic top from Nike and because the top was clinging onto her the way that it was, you really got to appreciate the smallness of her waist. The shorts she had on were from Nike, and they had high splits on the side.
Fresh Nike sneakers were on her feet, and you could see the Nike socks that went above her ankles.
Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a black visor on top of her head.
You could tell that she’d rushed to get here.
Like, she still looked pretty as she always did, but she was probably rushing and forgot to cover up all the passion marks that were on her neck that looked like bruises.
“Overslept, or over fucked?” I knew it was going to be Benelli to call her out.
My sister couldn’t help it. Mind you, Benelli wasn’t close with Riot the way that I was. They’ve talked a couple of times in past classes when Benelli would come, but it was mainly just about training, when Benelli would come down, and help.
When Benelli made the comment, Riot grunted, while making a face like she would have rather been anywhere else in the world right now, than here, listening to my sister call her out. I chuckled while shaking my head.
“You still have time Riot. Probably like thirty minutes of time. Go over and join one of the groups,” I let her know, and she scurried away.
“Why the fuck would you even say that?” I said to Benelli, taking a seat down on the grass. She laughed, while getting down as hell, sitting next to me.
“Oh, because it’s true. And you say she fuckin with Dolo, right?” she inquired, and I nodded.
“God, to be twenty- one again, fuckin on a rich nigga. I swear I’m not daydreaming about a life that I used to have, but I just remember that time in my life.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll choose wife, mother, and entrepreneurship any day, but Uzi, I remember that fast life at 21 years old.
Riot a hot girl, having fun with Dolo. No kids, getting money, and you can look at her and tell that she fuckin now.
I just hope she don’t pop up pregnant. That’s when you slow all your shit down,” Benelli stated.
“I had that talk with her already. Nelli, you should have saw Dolo the other night when he came to the house. It was right before his Mexico trip. You could see it in his eyes that his ass was in love. Then, I ran into Riot at the gravesite, and she had that same goofy in love look on her face as Dolo. When Loco and Dolo was on the phone the other night, Dolo was telling Loco about the trip and how everything went. He told Loco that he loves Riot,” I shared, and when I said it, Benelli smiled.
She’s been around, so she knew Dolo. She knew that there was a time in his life when he was a wild boy. I’ve been around him to hear his phone ringing, seeing the amount of bitches that would blow him up at a time.
“You know how it goes with niggas though. Sometimes, it just takes that one girl to come around and change a man. Men change their ways for who they want to change them for. Look at your husband, mine, Nyne’s, and even Beretta’s man.
Them niggas were dogs. They changed though.
See, back in my twenties though, you know I didn’t have any kind of faith in niggas.
Dolo is what? Twenty-five? At twenty- five a nigga going to cheat.
That’s how I’ve always felt,” she told me.
“You think so? Granted, I do know that younger dudes do have it in them to cheat, but it just depends on the man. You know I don’t want to put all niggas inside one box.
Skyro was eighteen when he got with Beretta.
He was young, making dope boy money, living on his own, but he was still faithful.
Beretta never came at us with a sob story, telling us that he was fuckin around,” I voiced.
“Beretta had three sisters that he had to worry about, so Skyro don’t count” she said, and I chuckled.
I laughed because I thought back on all the threats that we used to dish out to Skyro when he first got with our little sister.
That was our baby. We didn’t want her to get hurt, so we used to come at Skyro crazy, telling him that we would kill his ass.
A part of me feels like he believed us, and he didn’t want to test the waters, so what Benelli was saying could be true, or the nigga just loved his girl too much and didn’t want to step out on her.
We talked about it for a little while longer, and then I got up, so that I could help with the conditioning. I went around, helping where I could, but mainly the instructors were working with the girls, getting them to do the exercises that I’d drawn out for today’s class.