20. Uzi Reaves
Uzi Reaves
We got through another successful class this morning.
All the girls showed up. We did a lot of extensive training, but I could honestly say that there has been so much improvement with these ladies.
When I first started, I used to be on the drive back home, questioning when they would start to look like something.
Those days had finally got here. We really didn’t have too many sessions left.
Just a few weeks left, and all the girls would graduate from the program.
I had something big planned for them. My class has been talked about all throughout Miami, and my business page and email were swamped with new inquiries every day, so I knew that when it was time for me to start the class over again, I was going to have to select more girls than I did this time.
This time, it was just a trial run. I knew how to operate this shit going forward, so I wasn’t afraid to expand the next time around.
I dismissed the ladies, and they all started pouring out of the room. A few of them came to the front, so that they could talk to me after class, like they always did. I talked with five of them, and once that was done, Riot came from the back of the class, and over to me.
I was happy to see that she was back. When all that shit was going on with that video getting leaked, she missed two classes, and had shut the entire world out, not wanting to have to deal with anyone.
I was glad that she decided to stay after class because I had something that I wanted to talk to her about anyways.
I was standing in front of my desk, with my butt propped against it. She came over, standing on the side of me, with her arms crossed.
“I been watching the news. I saw that missing person report that they put out for Cam. You got something to do with that?” I asked, turning my head to ask her. When her ass smiled at that question, I already knew the answer before she said it.
“Now you know I’m not answering no police ass question like that,” she said.
“Because what you think Ima do? Turn you over to the feds? Riot please,” I scoffed, jumping up on the desk, so that I could cross my legs.
She continued to post up against the desk, but she eventually turned her head around, so that she could look at me.
There was a devious smile on her face, and I could tell that she was itching to tell me that she did that shit to Cam.
I saw it in her eyes that she was responsible for it. I just wanted to hear her say it.
“Just know I handled my business. Dolo took me. Ugh. I just love him so much, like what the fuck!” she said to me, looking me in my eyes, and I found myself laughing at what she just said.
One thing about it, Riot didn’t have to tell me that she loved Dolo. Baby, it was there. It was all in her eyes.
You could tell that I was becoming someone that she was growing closer to because Riot had a personality when she was around me now.
When we first met, she was super uptight, short with her words, and she was always the first one out of here once I dismissed the class.
Now, she actually showed her personality with me, and after each class, she made it her business to come over, and talk with me, even if it was short.
“You remember that talk we had at the gravesite, right? The birth control? The condoms?” I asked her, and she laughed.
“I’m telling you that I’m the last person that you gotta keep reminding about that. I’m not having kids, Uzi. I am on birth control though, so we’re good,” she said, and I nodded.
You know I thought of someone as a little sister when I started talking to them about shit like this.
Lord knows that I stayed on Beretta’s ass about her birth control.
Even though my little sister was older, 22 years old now, and her and Skryo were in a good place, I still wanted her to continue to be young and be able to do whatever the fuck she wanted.
“I hear you, girl. How did you get out here this morning?” I asked her because I knew her ass didn’t drive.
“Dolo dropped me,” she said, and I nodded.
“Why don’t you want to learn how to drive?” I asked her, really wanting to know.
“I feel like I’ve waited too late to learn, and now I’m scared to get behind the wheel. It’s not much in life that scares me, but operating a car is one of them,” I couldn’t act like her reason wasn’t valid.
Plus, we lived in Miami with some of the worst fuckin drivers in the world. It felt like a gamble with your life here in Miami each time that you got behind the wheel because you were forced to get on the road with assholes.
“Your reasoning is valid. Your ass needs to learn how to drive though. You don’t have to drive all the time but at least have some knowledge to get behind the wheel and go.
With the lifestyle that your living, I don’t think it’s smart for you to not know how to drive in the first place.
Anything can go left at any time. What if you’re out somewhere one day, and the person that drove you is the one that got hit?
What if that shit is on you to get yourself, and the other person that you came with out of that spot?
Learn how to drive, Riot. That’s dangerous that you don’t” I got on her about that, and she nodded her head.
I couldn’t say for sure if she was going to follow what I told her or not. If she didn’t, I was going to preach it to Dolo as well, so that he could teach her.
Riot stayed back while I grabbed my things, and I locked up the room.
Once we walked out of the building, Dolo was outside in his truck.
When he came out, I got on him about teaching Riot how to drive, and he assured me that he was going to do it soon.
I talked with them for a little while, locked up the warehouse, and then I left out.
Loco had already taken the kids to school, so I was getting ready to head in the direction of one of my laundry mats. I needed to handle some business over there.
Ten minutes into the drive, my phone started ringing. It was my sister, Benelli calling me. I answered the phone, using the screen on my cars dashboard, so that the call could play through the speakers.
“Good morning, beautiful,” is how I picked the phone up for her.
“Good morning. Check your phone. Look at that link that I sent you. I told you this shit months ago, and you thought that I was tripping. You said that that was the way that nigga was grieving. I knew something was up with him from the jump,” Benelli said to me, as I approached a red light.
I didn’t know what she was talking about, so I picked my phone up, unlocked it, and I saw that she’d texted me a link awhile back, that I’m just now getting the chance to see. I opened the link that she sent me, and the title read…
‘New evidence surfaces in Yolanda Evans murder case. Fiancé under scrutiny’.
“Damn, so the fiancé did have something to do with the murder?” I asked, dropping my phone down in my lap because the light just turned green, and I needed to finish driving.
It was a long article that I wasn’t going to be able to read while I was driving. When I got a second, I was going to pull over on the side of the road because I was itching to see what this article said.
“Yes, and I told you that shit months ago when I saw the stuff with him in the blogs, outside partying and shit. I don’t care what anyone says, if you just lost your spouse, especially in the manner that he lost her, it’s no way you can be outside turning up like that.
You wouldn’t be in the right head space to even do that.
Uzi, I hope they let that nigga out on a bond.
I’ll kill his ass myself. He had my innocent friend killed.
My innocent friend that didn’t deserve to die like that,” Benelli went on, and you could hear the emotion in her voice.
I’m telling you, when Yolanda was murdered, my sister took that hard.
“Damn, Nelli. What is the article saying though? I’m driving. Ima pull over in a second,” I let her know.
“Girl, they picked his ass up, and now he’s a suspect.
The article is basically saying that Yolanda had just taken out a life insurance policy.
That policy was worth millions. Being as though they were getting ready to get married, she made him the beneficiary.
The policy cleared, and one fuckin week later, that’s when she was murdered outside her boutique.
It was Yolanda’s sister that was behind the scenes pushing it because just like me, she was side eyeing the fuck out of him, especially with the way he was carrying on like that for social media,” she went on, and I kept quiet, interested, keeping up with what she was saying.
“The feds started doing their digging, listening to what Yolanda’s sister was saying to them.
They got access to his phone, so they were able to see all his past locations.
Uzi, this man wasn’t too far from Yolanda’s boutique when she was murdered.
He stayed close by, making sure that the niggas finished the job.
Once they got those phone records, and they found out about the life insurance policy, shit there’s the case right there.
It just made the news this morning. As happy as I am that my girl is going to get justice, I still hate that it had to come to this,” Benelli said, as I was pulling the car over.
I went into a shoulder lane, turning on my hazard lights, and I read the article aloud in its entirety.
Shit was so bad that I literally got chills.
We’re thinking that Yolanda was just a walking lick, and that niggas out here knew that she had money, but the whole time, it was her fiancé that put that hit out on her.
My daddy used to always tell me that when a snake comes, it’ll always come from your grass, and no one else’s.
That snake was laying right next to her, fuckin her, with plans of marrying her.
I swear this was a cold world. A lot of women are so green to the things that are taking place around them. Then, niggas are so slick, always knowing just the right things to say to make a woman put her guard down, and feel like she doesn’t have to keep a third eye on her man.
I knew that with my class that the women would still go through life, and fuck up from time to time, but I wanted them to fuck up as little as possible. I’m up at the warehouse with them at six in the morning, trying to prepare them for all situations that can arise.
I just pray that Yolanda’s fiancé got the kind of sentence that was going to bring him to tears, and that when he had to go serve his time, that he got his ass beat every single day, so that he could live his life regretting the hateful shit that he did to such an innocent soul.