12. Uzi Reaves #2
I lived my life, only getting on social media if I was promoting something for my hookah lounge, or as of lately, whenever I would be promoting something with my gun safety class.
I had a personal Instagram, but I didn’t post too much on there.
Social media wasn’t a real place to me. Literally any time that I decided to pop out, and post a picture, these messy ass blog pages liked to steal my pictures, post it on their pages, pretending that they were showing love, but only posting it trying to be messy.
I was one of those people that’s always ready to air the entire social media out, thinking that I could kill everybody for talking shit, so to just not have that happen, I didn’t fuck with it like that.
I say all that to say that I didn’t know shit about the videos of Riot that had gotten leaked on social media.
Benelli had to call me and tell me about it.
Man, when I saw those fuckin videos, I was livid.
I’ve reached a point in my relationship with Riot where I really looked at her like a little sister.
She was someone that I wanted to keep close to me, so that I could guide her, and help keep her ass out of trouble.
When I saw the videos, the shares, and the comments, I called to reach out to her, just needing to remind her of who the fuck she was, and let her know that we weren’t over here judging her, but she wouldn’t answer the phone.
In fact, my messages didn’t deliver, and my calls were going straight to voicemail.
When I called Dolo, he told me that she pretty much shut down, shut everyone out, and didn’t want to talk to anyone.
She was staying at his house, and I would call him every day to check up on her, but every day was pretty much the same thing.
When I left here, I was going to call Dolo to check on her again.
Just as I was about to grab my things, so that I could leave, there were a couple of taps on the door that was already opened. You would have thought that they would still wait for me to invite them in, even though the door was opened, but they didn’t.
I turned my head, so that I could see who it was, and it was two detectives walking in.
One of the detectives I knew really well.
His name was detective Roy. That cracka hated my guts just as much as I hated his.
Back when I was in the drug game, that man used to do everything in his power to get me thrown under the prison, but he could never get anything to stick, so he was never able to slap cuffs on me.
He wanted to be the king of Miami that got celebrated for taking down the entire Diaz organization, but just never had the brains to do it.
Don’t get me wrong, he was a damn good detective, and had taken plenty criminals off the street, but he just couldn’t get to us. I think he hated me even more because I killed his partner years ago, but he couldn’t prove it, so he couldn’t make the arrest.
I didn’t know his new partner that he walked in here with. Shit, I was staying out of trouble these days, so I didn’t know everyone that was working for the department. Back then, I used to know their first and last names. I had to know what I was up against.
“If it isn’t Uzi Diaz. Look at you girl.
You look damn near identical to how you did fifteen years ago.
Any secrets your willing to share? Then again, you probably won’t give it up because you and your family has always been really good at keeping secrets,” he said to me, trying to be funny, walking into the room with a fake smile on his face.
The thing is, you couldn’t try to be funny with me because I will show your ass a fuckin clown. I smiled right back at him, walking over in their direction.
“Detective Roy, now you know it’s Uzi Reaves.
As much as you studied me, I would think you would know that my last name hasn’t been Diaz in a very long time.
I wish that I could tell you that you look good as well, but I can’t.
I can tell that that job has been working the fuck out of you.
You look tired, Roy. I can’t say that I’m surprised though.
I probably wouldn’t recover either if I spent years chasing behind me, and my family.
You were obsessed with the Diaz organization.
Me, and my daddy made you work nigga! Put you in the field, and made you work for that bust, and you still didn’t get it at the end of the day,” I showed him the clown that I could be too, standing in front of him with an even bigger smile.
I had his white skin turning red. This man hated me today, just as much as he hated me fifteen years ago.
“I see you haven’t changed a bit,” was all he had for me.
“Oh, I’ve changed. I just know how to convert back to the old Uzi every once in a while. What you want? I need to leave so that I can tend to my kids,” I said, rushing him, ready to get out of here.
His partner was holding a folder in his hands, that detective Roy took from him.
We were standing near a table, so he placed the folder there, and he started pulling out contents.
Right there, he took out a picture of Tamera, and her children.
Each of them had their own individual photo.
He did more searching, and he pulled out a picture of her husband, and sat it down as well.
Once all the pictures were on the table, that’s when he looked up at me.
“You know anyone on these pictures?” he asked, getting right to the point. I already knew where this was going, so this was the part where I had to play it strategic.
“That’s Tamera. She was a student of mine. I’m going to assume that these are her children. I’ve never met her children. The man is her husband,” I voiced.
I had to pretend that I didn’t know that those were her children.
It was all a part of the strategic method that I had going on.
I knew that he was getting ready to question me about Tamera’s disappearance.
It was fucked up what her bitch ass husband did to her, and her children, but I couldn’t tell him that I knew that.
If I did, then I would confess to a murder that I did, and I wasn’t stupid enough to do that.
“She was a student of yours? What happened? Why did she stop coming?” he inquired.
“Because her husband didn’t want her coming anymore. He tracked her location one morning, found out that she was here, and he acted a fool. He made her get in the car, and that was the last time that I saw her,” I responded, and he nodded his head.
“A student of yours stops showing up to your class, and you didn’t think to reach out, and see what was going on?
Especially if you’re saying that her husband came down acting a fool, and made her get in the car with him, and he drove off.
Isn’t this supposed to be some kind of women empowerment class?
Didn’t you design this class to help women?
Don’t sound like much help to me if you didn’t do your part, and reach out, just to make sure that she was okay,” his ass had the nerve to say.
See, if I didn’t do my part, that statement would have probably offended me, but because I knew that I killed the nigga that was responsible for killing Tamera and her children, that statement didn’t too much rub me the wrong way.
Do I wish I could have done something to save Tamera and her kids sooner?
Of course. It sucked that I didn’t, but at least I got the get back for her.
“And who the fuck are you again to tell me that I’m not doing my part in helping women?
I’m giving women in here real tools, protection, and options on how to stay alive.
What you wanted me to do in that situation?
Tamera is a grown woman. Her husband told her that she couldn’t come down here anymore, and she listened to him, and stopped coming.
With all due respect, if Tamera wanted my help, she knew exactly where she could have come to find me.
Same way she found me the first time when she enrolled in my class,” I snapped at him.
He nodded his head up and down and then looked at me.
“Uzi, relax. I apologize if my comment might have rubbed you the wrong way. This is just something that I’m passionate about because a mother and her children are missing, and we have a strong feeling that the husband has something to do with it.
We went to the house, and it appeared to be a crime scene.
Left over blood, but no bodies. I did some digging, found very little friends that Tamera did have, and that’s where I learned that she was coming down here to your class, so that’s what made me show up.
I just had questions for you. That’s all,” he went on to say.
The left-over blood that he was referring to was the blood that had already been in the home before I got there.
I told the cleanup crew not to touch that blood because when it finally got out there that she was missing, I wanted the cops to be able to see that blood and take note that a murder took place.
As far as the husband’s body, and his blood, all of that had been taken care of.
“Alright, well I gave my answer. She stopped showing up to class, and I haven’t seen or heard from her ever since. That’s all I know,” I said, making my response sound final, so that he could know that this was the end of it, and I no longer wanted to talk about it.
He nodded his head and picked the folder up from the table. He didn’t leave right away. He stood there, and he stared at me for a few seconds. I knew that he was going to say something to me before walking away.
“I never got the chance to offer my condolences to you when your father passed away. I’ve been in this line of business for many, many years.
I’ve had my eyes on Wesson for quite some time.
I’ve taken a lot of organizations down. Put a lot of bad men away.
I’ll give it to your father though. He was one man that I couldn’t touch.
You, your sister, and every man working up under his organization were trained well because I can’t say that we’ve ever locked up a member of the Diaz organization.
May his soul rest in peace,” he finished, and I snarled at that. I knew it was bullshit.
He knew that he wouldn’t get another response out of me, so him and his partner eventually turned on their heels, and they walked out of the room.
From where I stood, I had the perfect view of them. I could see them walk out into the foyer of the warehouse, go through the double doors, and now they were gone.
I took a seat down in one of the empty chairs with my arms folded, just replaying the shit that just finished happening.
I thought about Tamera, and those babies all the time.
I didn’t know how they were killed, and I didn’t know where her bitch ass husband had placed their bodies.
I wanted to say that I hope that they didn’t have to suffer, but when I saw the blood at the house, I felt like some suffering might have taken place.
Detective Roy had a better chance of finding wherever Tamera’s husband placed their bodies than he did at finding her husband. Trust me, what my cleanup crew did with him, he would never be recovered.