“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 anytime. 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 hisphone, 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.
Chapter 21
Montrell ‘Mook’ Brown
One in the morning, and I was at the crib, sitting in the living room, getting high out of my mind. I had weed, pills, coke, and alcohol on the table for me. Shit was like a buffet in here for me. I could pick any drug of choice that I wanted.
There were fresh tears falling down my eyes because the higher I got tonight, it felt like the drugs weren’t doing it’s real job. I felt like it was only making me emotional, putting me in my feelings, reminding me of what I’d lost. There was music that was playing loudly throughout my apartment. I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs, but the lyrics were playing with my head, feeling like I was being told to pick the gun up, and just end it all. A couple of times I reached for the gun, put it to my dome, but I couldn’t seem to bring myself to pull the trigger.