“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 thatI knew that. If I did, then I would confess to a murder that I did, and I wasn’t stupid enough to do that.
“Shewasa 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 thatwe’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.
Chapter 13
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
“Slow this motha fucka down a little bit nigga. I don’t need you doing any extra shit that’s going to draw attention to us,” I said to Kendrick, as I sat in the passenger seat of the white cargo van.
I was on a mission with Kendrick, Bray, Diego, and a few other niggas that worked for me. They were in the back of the van, each of them dressed in all black, ready to handle this shit.
I was still at it with dem 9 boyz. I hated that I was beefing with them weak ass niggas because it felt like an insult to me. Like, how dare them niggas feel like they were strong enough to come at me, and my crew. Just to think that all this mess started because they thought that it was me, and my crew that was responsible for shooting up that listening party. I felt in my gut that they were just using that as an excuse to beef with me because no way they thought that we were the reason that shoot out happened, especially since my car, and my nigga’s cars were parked out front, and they had all been shot up.
The ultimate disrespect was taking their very own corner boys off the block and making them work for me. I knew they weren’t going to like that shit, and they didn’t because two ofmy young boys went out earlier in the week, dem 9 boyz spotted them, and they didn’t make it out alive. I was tired of playing all this tit for tat with these niggas. I was airing shit out this evening and sending a message. I was hoping to God that Elijah and Elias were there this evening because those were the two main niggas that I wanted.
I got word from their old corner boys that worked for us, that they would be having a drop this evening. I got his old niggas working for me, put them out on the corner, paid them more than what they were getting paid with dem 9 boyz, and I had them niggas singing like superstars. They told me that drops typically happen on the 4thThursday of the month. See, it was one thing to hit up them niggas trap houses, but to pull up to the actual drop location, that was something totally different. Niggas outside of another man’s organization didn’t typically know where their drop location would be. That kind of information was usually confidential.
Dem 9 boyz typically did their drops at a trucking yard. That was smart of them not to do it on an open block. Years ago, when I started this organization from the ground up, we used to unload at a trucking yard too. That was rookie shit to me now though. My work didn’t even touch open streets like that anymore. My drugs came straight from Mexico, sealed up, and it got moved around like special cargo. I meet with my connect at the port, where containers of potent drugs came over to me on big commercial ships. Octavio didn’t play that half ass shit. If we were going to move drugs, he made sure that we moved drugs the correct way.
“Here you go with that paranoia. Nigga, I’m doing the speed limit,” Kendrick snapped at me.
I just waved him off, as I pulled my phone out, prepared to call Riot right quick.
On some romantic shit, when I left out of my spot this morning, I left a note for her on the nightstand, telling her to be ready by 9 because I wanted to take her out on a date tonight. The plan was to be in and out with the shit that I was doing right now, hitting up dem 9 boyz spot, and then making my way back home so that I could take Riot out. She needed this night out. Those videos leaking on social media had fucked her up, put her in a bad place to the point that she didn’t even want to step out of the house anymore. She was more embarrassed than anything. No matter how many times that I’ve told her that people wasn’t out here glorifying that shit, and laughing at her, she wasn’t trying to hear shit that I was saying.
She wasn’t coming in for work anymore, but she told me last night that she would start coming back next week. She wasn’t going to her class with Uzi, either. She told me that she knew that damn near all the girls in the class saw the video already and was probably going to laugh at her and shit when they saw her. Riot had confidence out of this world, but just like anyone else, she just didn’t want to be the butt of the joke. That mindset is why she was locking herself up in the house.
Her mama was so worried about her that she came over to my crib yesterday to sit with her. I knew that Riot was going to shake back. She just had to go through this season, be reminded of who the fuck she was, and she was going to snap out of this shit, so that she could go find that bitch Cam, and kill her ass.