Chapter 6 #3
We eventually made it to the back where Uzi’s office was.
I couldn’t say that I was surprised at how nice it looked in here.
Spotless. The kind of office that made you question if she even spent a lot of time in here because nothing in here was out of place.
While she went over to her desk, I stood by the wall because there were pictures hanging on the walls of her children.
Her children were beautiful. God, her daughters were drop dead gorgeous.
I felt like I was staring at mini versions of Uzi.
Then, her sons. God, they were so handsome.
Her family was the kind of family that you expected to see on the cover of a magazine.
Uzi had business to handle here, so she took me around, showing me the ropes. We were here for about an hour. She told me that she had to leave this location and check on the others.
As we were walking out of her office, and coming into the front, I noticed that the customers were all gone.
Because the door was opened, I saw where two dudes walked in.
They didn’t have any laundry baskets in their hands with clothes that they were going to wash, so immediately, I became guarded.
They had that look in their eyes, as if they were up to no good.
At first, I felt like I might have been tripping, but then I turned my head to look at Uzi, and she had that same uneasy look in her eyes that I had.
“What’s going on? Can I help you?” she asked, walking in their direction, and at the same time, she tried to put her hand on my arm, thinking that she was going to push me back, but I stood firm. I wanted to be whatever backup for her that I could in this situation.
“I don’t know. Can you?” the bigger dude out of the two asked Uzi.
The other one was medium size. I could tell by the way his hands were in his pockets and how he continued to rock back, and forth that the two of them were up to something.
“Ay, if you not here to wash some fuckin clothes, or to inquire about our services, you can get the fuck out!” Uzi spat, all that professionalism going out of the door as she barked at him. As if this shit was a joke, he ended up laughing, scratching his chin, and he turned to look at his partner.
I’d managed to itch towards Uzi, standing on the side of her because I could sense that they were about to be on some funny shit.
All it took was a second for the heavier one to look like he was about to reach for something, and before he could pull anything out, Uzi got her gun out, aimed it on him, and I pulled mine out as well, aiming it at his partner.
Instantly, both of them threw their hands up as if they didn’t want any smoke with us, and they stepped back a little bit.
“Aight. Aight. Chill out. You don’t have to do all this. What the fuck you on? Ain’t this supposed to be a business? What you doing?” he asked, sweat on his forehead, voice trembling, as he continued to take steps back.
Uzi was on his ass with the gun. It was trained on him, as she followed him in the footsteps that he was taking. I had my gun still trained on his partner too. If I even felt like he was going to make a move, and reach for something, I was going to end him right here.
“I don’t know what kind of businesses your used to walking into, trying to rob, and being able to get away with it, but that’s not how the fuck we do shit over here.
You just walked into a laundry mat, nigga!
You ain’t got a towel, or a piece of clothing in your hands that you’re ready to wash.
You think this my first time dealing with a nigga, that thinks their slicker than me, coming to my establishment, trying to rob me?
Fuck professionalism right now. You need to be worried about me blowing your fuckin head off!
” this was the Uzi that I’ve heard about for years.
The stories I’ve heard were gruesome. I knew about some of the people that she killed. They say back then, she wasn’t anything to be fucked with and seeing her in in this kind of element right now, I knew that the things that were being said about her weren’t just myths.
“My bad. Aight, my bad. You ain’t gotta kill us. Let us just go,” he pleaded, looking as if he was ready to shit bricks on himself.
I could see the urge in Uzi’s eyes to kill him. The hand that was holding the gun was literally shaking. She wanted to pull the trigger so bad.
She gave it about a few seconds, and she swung the gun, hitting him twice with the butt of it right in his face. Not to be dramatic, but you could hear the bones that cracked in his face.
“Go! Get the fuck out! If you come in here again, I swear to God that I’ll kill both of ya’ll!” she spat, and the two of them scurried out of the laundry mat like some bitches.
The workers that Uzi had in here, they immediately rushed over, wanting to know if she was okay, and she assured them that she was. She tucked her gun back in her jeans, and I did the same.
“You good?” I asked her.
“I’m cool. Thank you for having my back. Remember I was having that talk with you a few months back? I told you that people are still going to try me from time to time. I’m going to have to get security in here,” she let me know, and I nodded.
“Make sure you hire Dolo’s men when he starts it up,” I said, vouching for my man, even though I was annoyed as hell with him right now.
Uzi didn’t leave the laundry mat immediately after.
We stuck around for a little bit. Really just camped out in her car, looking for any kind of suspicious activity, checking to see if anyone else was going to appear.
We didn’t leave until almost thirty minutes later.
After that, we did check on her other locations.
We even went over to her hookah lounge that she owned with her sister, Benelli.
Benelli was at the first lounge location, helping with inventory.
Benelli was cool. I enjoyed my time running with Uzi today, watching the way that she handled business.
Shit was inspiring. It made me want to get a business or two up under my belt.
I gave Dolo the idea with the security business, and I’m sure that I would help with that, but I wanted something that belonged to me too, you know?
Seeing Uzi today, watching her whip this $300k truck around, checking in on all these businesses that she owned, that I knew was bringing in a lot of money, made me want to push a little harder.
Thinking on it, I felt like Dolo might have set this up on purpose.
He was intentional about everything that he did.
Maybe it was all in his plan to get me to shadow Uzi today, so that I could see that I had the brains, and the hustle to be the same kind of boss bitch that she was.
Even so, the nigga should have still checked in or something. I still haven’t heard from him.
Later That Afternoon
I was at Dolo’s spot. Well, I guess I should say “our” spot because whenever I referred to it as his spot, he would get mad at me.
I’d fully moved in now, but I still hadn’t grasped the concept enough to be calling this our spot.
It still felt like I was just a visitor here, or as if I had moved in with him.
At least when I was living with Ari, I somewhat felt like that was my spot as well because I would leave money around for her, so that she could use it to pay some of the bills.
Here with Dolo though, his ass didn’t allow me to pay for shit.
The only thing that I really contributed to the house was pussy, and now that I’m in the kitchen, learning how to cook, I guess you could say that I was contributing meals as well.
I was in the bedroom, with clothes on the bed, folding them, since I was all done with my laundry. Music was playing on my phone when I heard the front door open, and close.
The shit that happened at Uzi’s laundry mat today kind of had me on edge, with those two men walking in there like that, so I dropped the shirt that I was folding down on the bed, just to quickly walk out of the room for a second, and peek to make sure that it was Dolo walking in.
It was him. I could see him from behind, as he was trying to close the door.
There were shopping bags in his free hand.
I walked back over to the bed, and I continued with folding the clothes.
“Baby, where you at? I stopped by the mall, so that I could pick some shit up for my mama. You know her birthday is this weekend. I thought about you while I was out there, so I got you some fly shit too. I got you some new jewelry, some designer sneakers, and I know you said that you don’t like wearing purses, but I got you one Chanel.
I feel like you’re going to love it,” he was loud, walking through the hallway, talking to me.
He made it in the room, and he dropped the bags down on the floor. His sneakers weren’t on his feet. He removed them at the door like he always did. There was a big smile on his handsome face, as he walked over to me.
Dolo was probably purposely trying not to read the room, or his ass just genuinely didn’t think that I was annoyed with the fact that he didn’t pick me up earlier from Uzi’s class, and never left me with an explanation as to why he did it.
He walked over to me, stood behind me, and he wrapped his arms around me.
I wasn’t sure if I was tripping, but I smelled women’s perfume on him.
I’m telling you, the second that he was close enough, and he wrapped his arms around me, I got a whiff of the perfume.
I knew that it wasn’t a scent that I owned. It smelled pricey too.
In this moment, all I could think about was the breathing exercises that my anger management instructor taught me. It was a method that she wanted me to use whenever I found myself in situations where I felt like I was getting ready to explode.