Prologue #3
“I fuck with it, baby. I think that the idea is dope. Shit, it’s gangsta.
Me, and you have these kinds of talks all the time, so you know how I feel about a woman carrying a piece and knowing how to shoot.
I feel like all women should walk around toting something.
That’ll be dope to offer something like that.
On the flip side, and don’t take this as me doubting you, but Uzi, when you going to find the time to do that shit?
You got two locations now that you running with your hookah lounge.
You got the laundry mats that you and your sisters are still owners of.
Not to mention the children, and all the shit that they got going on.
These kids damn near in every fuckin sport.
Then, I thought we said that we were going to try for a 5th baby this year.
How you going to fit running that class in your schedule? ” he asked me.
“Okay, so Wednesdays are technically our free days. Well, in the evenings we’re free.
Loco doesn’t have practice. Just conditioning, and you usually take him to that.
I can offer the class on Wednesday evenings.
I have free time on Saturdays too. Well, it has to be early in the morning.
Like 5. That way I can be back home and get ready for Loco’s football games.
So, for now, it can probably be something that’s offered twice out of the week.
If I’m going to do it early Saturday mornings, then maybe I’ll just offer it early in the morning during the week too.
I don’t know. I still have to come up with that part.
I see a problem that’s happening in Miami, and I want to help fix it.
As far as trying for another baby, Marcelo, I never agreed to that.
You said that, and I ignored you,” I let him know, and he knew that I was right because he laughed.
This man has been trying to finesse me into having another baby for at least a year now.
I swore that I was finished having children.
God blessed us with two boys, and two girls.
My husband was so good to me though, so I can’t really say if my decision is final on not having any more children.
I do know that I have a lot on my plate right now, and if I start offering these classes for women, then having another child right now isn’t going to be in the plans.
Loco was quiet for about three minutes. It’s as if he was deep in thought about this. He eventually sighed, and he turned to look at me.
“You serious about this, huh?” he asked.
“I am. At least let me try it out. If it doesn’t work out, and I feel like this business venture flopped, then hey, at least I can say that I tried,” I said, and he nodded.
He reached for me, pulling me into him. I laid down on my back, putting my head in his lap, looking up at him.
My man, who’s never been the type to be nervous to rub up on me or anything, ended up putting his hands under the pajama top that I was wearing, and his cold hand reached for my right breast, massaging my nipple, as he looked down at me.
“You got my full support, mami. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. Do that shit the right way though. Get licensed for it. Do it with structure. You can’t be half stepping.
You know damn near every bitch in Miami hate you anyways, so everything that you do, you gotta do it in a way to shit on them hoes,” he hyped me like he always did.
I smiled at his words, and he leaned his head down, so that I wouldn’t have to lift up.
He kissed me on my lips. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, and I slowly sucked on it, sensually making out with him with my eyes closed, and then I broke the kiss.
He pulled his head back up, but he kept his eyes on me.
“You know that shit not going to be easy, right? Shit is never easy when you dealing with a bunch of women. They shit going to become your shit. Your life been real peaceful these days, Uzi. Running your businesses, raising our kids, and being a phenomenal wife. This going to shake it up a little bit in your life. I just hope that this don’t turn into some shit where the old Uzi gotta come out, which forces the old Loco to come out of retirement,” he said.
“It shouldn’t. We gotta hope for the best,” I let him know.
“I like it though. I fuck with what your trying to do. What you going to call that shit?” he asked me.
I took a moment to think. I hadn’t gotten that far along yet.
I thought about the goal that I had in mind for this business venture.
This program was going to be something that was ran using authority, discipline, and structure.
I was getting ready to teach women how to stay alive.
Wesson used to have my sisters and I in the woods shedding tears because his teachings were so structured, and damn near military style.
It wasn’t cute. It wasn’t soft, and that’s what I wanted my program to mirror.
“Shit, Uzi’s Gurlz,” it didn’t take me long to come up with that.
“I like it mami. I like it,” and that was all that I needed to hear.
I was getting ready to start up an entire movement. I was going to fuck the whole Miami up with this one.
“Wesson made sure that me, and my sisters knew how to survive. I think he was able to leave this earth peacefully because he knew that even though he wouldn’t be here with us anymore, that we had the skills to stay alive.
Put a gun in my hand when I was only four, and he made sure that I knew how to shoot.
He made sure I knew how to think. Because of his teachings, I was able to maneuver through life the right way.
Ima teach these women the same thing. The same code that Wesson gave to me, Ima pass it along,” I finished, leaving it at that, not going to do too much talking because the work that I was getting ready to put in was going to speak for itself.