It’s crazy because when I knew Riot from a distance, I felt like she was cool. Like back then, when I only knew of her, I didn’t have a problem with her. It wasn’t until Dolo started bringing the bitch around that I stopped caring for her. One thing about me, I didn’t have to wait around very long for a nigga to expose his hand to me. I could tell early on what card a nigga planned on playing with me. The day Dolo told me, Bray, and Kendrick that he was going to put Riot on with us, I knew where it was headed. He barely knew the bitch, and he was ready to bring her over with us. I knew he was being blinded by pussy and looks. Took that bitch with him that night he went to pull up to his corner to see what was going on, when he could have very well chosen me to be the one to do it.
That bitch had to go. I knew that I had to plan something to take her out, which is why I did it. Came up with the perfect plan to sneak a nigga in the warehouse and take her out. I knew that Dolo would be out of town that weekend, so shit at the warehouse would be a little slow. Told that nigga that I would give him two bands if he took Riot out for me. I was better off handling her myself because his goofy ass didn’t even get the chance to pull the trigger on her.
I remember coming out there that night, watching it all unfold, and I saw it all in his eyes that he was getting ready to snitch on me, and tell Riot that it was me that sent him to kill her, and that’s why I had to take him out before he could expose it. Man, if he would have ratted on me, and told Riot that I was paying him to kill her, I know for a fact that she would havekilled me, or she would have told Dolo, and he would have come gunning for me, trying to kill me.
Esha passed me her phone, and the post that she was showing me, it had over a million fuckin views. I went through video after video seeing Riot get her ass beat. Granted, them bitches had her tied down while one big bitch was doing her in, but she still was getting her ass beat at the end of the day.
I sat back with a big ass smile on my face, cheesing, and grinning, watching this shit unfold.
“Damn. Ain’t none of that tough girl shit was going on in there. Damn. That bitch beat her ass,” I chuckled, going back to the first video because I wanted to see it all over again.
“Anybody that’s going around saying that she got her ass beat is corny in my opinion. Riot not my friend or anything like that, so this is not me trying to take up for her, but none of those fights were fair. If a nigga had you down on your back with four other dudes holding you down, each of them having you by your legs, and arms, there’s literally no way that you can fight back. Now, if this was a one-on-one fight, and she got her ass beat up like that, then yeah, ya’ll would have every right to laugh, but I can’t bring myself to laugh at this shit. It’s corny. The only people in the comments that’s laughing are the dick eaters that want to fuck Dolo, or the bitches that have issues with Riot. Nobody else laughing and agreeing with this,” you could hear the anger all in Esha’s voice as she said this to me.
“Man, Ima still laugh. That bitch think she so tough. Went to jail and found out that she’s not as tough as she thought she was. They should have killed that bitch,” I spat, going through the video again. After playing the last one, I tossed the phone back to Esha and stood up.
She had a look in her eyes like she was disgusted by me. I watched her as she rolled her eyes, and then she stood up from the couch as well.
“I’m glad you stood up because I was just getting ready to suggest that you leave. I’m not liking the person that your becoming. I let the shit slide with you coming over here snorting coke because I could tell that Dolo removing you from the business really fucked you up, but I just didn’t enjoy you today. Every other thing that comes out of your mouth is negative. I don’t want that kind of shit around me. Don’t come over here no more Mook,” she said to me, and when she said it, I turned around, looking at this bitch like she was crazy.
“Oh, so you on Riot dick just like everybody else now, huh? That bitch don’t know you, and don’t give a fuck about you! You think if she was around a nigga right now, and the nigga was laughing at you that she would give a fuck? You show me a video of a bitch getting her ass beat, and I laugh, now all of a sudden you don’t want to be around me? Well, hoe I don’t want to be around you either. The fuck!” I spat, getting in her face, needing her to feel where I was coming from.
“That’s cool. I’m glad that we can agree on that,” she said, trying to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm, yanking her so hard that I damn near broke her arm.
“Ay bitch, shut the fuck up talking to me crazy. Let this would have been a month ago, your ass wouldn’t have been eager to see me leave. Now all of a sudden, a nigga not working alongside Dolo anymore, and you ready to see me go? Don’t get it twisted, I may not be moving weight with him no more, but a nigga still got money. I ain’t no bum, so respect me as such. You want to dick ride Riot, and be upset with me because I’m laughing at a fuckin video? Fuck you, man!” I snapped at her, barking all in her face as I was talking to her.
She was breathing hard, with a mug on her face as she looked at me.
I felt like I had my own shit going on that I was probably taking out on her. Not wanting to get out of my body more than Iwas already doing, so I decided to just get the fuck on, and leave her ass right there. I walked over to her front door, opening it, and I slammed it behind me.
Esha stayed on the 2ndfloor, so I went over to the stairs, jogging down them, and made my way over to my car. I quickly got in, and before starting it up, I used this moment to take my anger out on the steering wheel. I punched it multiple times, letting out screams of anger.
I felt like a man’s dick, and his career were two of the things that made him a man. I was stripped of my fuckin job, and that shit made me feel like less of a man.
Not only was I stripped of my job, but the other niggas that I thought were my brothers didn’t even call to check up on me and see how I was doing. You would think that I would have got a phone call from Bray, or Kenrick. I didn’t expect Diego to hit me because at the end of the day, Dolo was his blood brother, so I expected his loyalty to be with his brother.
I didn’t expect this from Bray, nor Kendrick. It made me feel like we never had a brotherhood from the beginning. I was taking this shit hard. I was abusing coke, getting so sloppy with it that I was doing it out in the open. There used to be a time when I would only do it when nobody was looking. Now, I didn’t give a fuck. I was drinking a lot and taking a lot of pills. Whenever I had all those drugs in my system, it was a good escape. I was able to forget about the loss that I took.
I couldn’t let a nigga strip me of the one thing that made me a man and think that he could just go on to tell about it. Nobody wanted to have to make that decision and kill their brother. It wasn’t going to be an easy decision to off a nigga that I grew up with and shared a lot of memories with. It had to be done though. That was the only way that I was going to find some kind of peace with this shit.
Whoever had a problem with how I was moving, and whoever wanted to stand in the way when that day came, and I had to off that nigga, they could die right along with him. I swear it wouldn’t make me any difference.
Chapter 12
Uzi Reaves
“Before I dismiss you all this morning, I want to show you a video. Can somebody hit the lights for me,” I said, standing in front of the training room.
We had a good class this morning. The girls pretty much shot all morning, and at one point, my tough ass almost cried when I saw the growth with these women. To be very transparent, when that shit happened with Tamera, I could feel myself losing hope. I really went to my husband, damn near in tears, telling him that I felt like the work that I was putting in was in vain.
The purpose of this class was for women to learn how to defend themselves, but when that happened with Tamera, I questioned if my motive was being fulfilled. It took a lot of motivational words from my husband, and my father even came in my dreams a few times, talking shit to me, motivating me, telling me not to give up on what I started. He kept telling me that I was going to see the hard work pay off. He kept saying that something good was going to come out of this. I guess he knew what he was talking about because I had the women lined up in the gun range this morning, each taking their own post, and when I saw all of them shoot, giving perfect head shots, anddoing all the skills that I taught them, it was a reminder that what I was doing wasn’t in vain. That was confirmation for me, along with this video that I was getting ready to show to the class before I dismissed them.
One of the ladies in the back of the room cut the lights off, and I went for my laptop that was sitting on top of my desk. I propped myself up on the desk, placing the laptop in my lap. I made sure to mirror my laptop to the projector screen that was behind me. I needed them to see this footage. It was imperative that I showed it to them.
“Amira, come up here for a second. You’re the star of the show, so you gotta stand in front of the class,” I proudly said to one of my students.
Amira was one of the pretty girls in the classrooms. Like, physically, she was pretty as hell, but that wasn’t the kind of pretty girl that I was referring to. More so her mindset, and the way that she moved. Before coming to this class, this girl never owned a gun, let alone touched one to know what it felt like.
Amira did well for herself. A young girl, just 24 years old, and she was a big content creator. Had a mass following, always getting all kinds of brand deals, and she lived a luxury life. She had no means of protecting herself though, which is the reason she signed up for the class in the first place. I remember on the first day when she introduced herself, and she spoke on some scary encounters that she’s had with crazy fans, times where she’s been followed home before, and just not feeling safe in her own city. She wanted to learn how to properly carry a gun, and how to shoot it. She came to the right place, and when I showed this video for the class, I think everyone was going to be proud of her because Lord knows that she was one of the ones that I really had to work with in the beginning.