It’s like there was this piece of her that wanted to take me up on my offer, but another piece was pulling her in another direction, telling her not to trust the shit that I was saying.
“At the end of the day, I’m not the only drug operation out here. What I can tell you is that these other operations not seeing me, and my niggas. I run Brickell, downtown, and all throughout Edgewater. The numbers I’m pulling in monthly is different from anyone else. I know this. I know this because ain’t nobody selling the kind of product that I’m pushing out. My shit is good quality, and good quality is the equivalent of being able to push it out for good money. I got the best connect in Miami. You’ll be crazy to turn down what I’m offering. Everybody that works for me eats good. My runners even drive hell cats,” that was all I was going to say after that.
I could see it in her eyes that she didn’t know me well enough to trust my ass, but at the same time, she didn’t want to walk away from this opportunity.
She gave it about two minutes, and then she stood up, and I thought that she was getting ready to walk away from me, but she stood her short ass in front of me, looking up at me. Weweren’t that far away from each other, but we also weren’t that close. I was close enough to smell her though. She smelled sweet.
“How I know you don’t want something in return? Like try to fuck me or something?” she asked, and I chuckled at that.
“I don’t know what kind of lame ass nigga you think I am, but I don’t do shit out of the kindness of my heart because I’m expecting pussy. It’s a million bitches in Miami that I can easily get pussy from. Keep your pussy to yourself, baby. Not to say that it’s going to happen, but if it does, we’ll fuck because you want to,” I cockily threw in, and like that shit disgusted her, she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah okay. I’ll take you up on your offer. When can I start?” she wanted to know.
“Shit. Tomorrow. Here. Put your number in my phone,” I said, reaching inside my pocket, and I handed her my personal phone.
My business phone was in the car. The burner phones were tucked away in the glove compartment too. I watched her as she quickly keyed in her number, and then she handed the phone back to me, where I placed it back inside my pocket.
“You still not going to come get something to eat with me?” I asked, just to see if she was going to take me up on that offer.
“It’s cool. Go head. Ima head out. I been out here too long,” she let me know, and I nodded my head, respecting that.
“Where you parked your car?” I asked.
This was different for me. I could tell that she was trying to wrap this shit up, but for whatever reason, I didn’t want her to go. Even though she was mean as fuck, I knew that I could break that wall down. I could make her want to be around me because I knew that I was a vibe.
“I don’t drive. I took an Uber out here,” she said, and I nodded.
“Then just have dinner with me, and I’ll take you back home. I ain’t going to be out here long. I just want a drink, and some wings. You don’t know the niggas that’s going to drive you around in those Ubers, but you know me a little bit, so just wait it out with me,” I said.
“Alright. I’m not hungry though,” she said.
“That’s cool,” and from there, I stepped out of the way, so that she could walk on the side of me.
I had no idea what the fuck was in store for us for the rest of the night, especially since I could tell that she was a woman of very little words, but I’m going to try to get some words out of her. I wasn’t going to get too personal with her though because I could tell that she didn’t want to speak on personal shit with me.
I was just going to keep it about the business. The plan was to have her start working tomorrow, so while we sat down, and had dinner, I planned to put her on, so that she could know what was going to be in store for her tomorrow.
Chapter 9
Uzi Reaves
“No ma’am. Why you holding that gun like that? You also need to spread your legs a little bit and fix your posture. If it was bullets in that gun right now, the gun would be controlling you. You gotta be the one to control the gun,” I said to one of the women in the group. Her name was Erica.
Today, we were having our first day in the gun range. We were upstairs on the second floor of the warehouse, and me, along with the other instructors were just giving the women basic training today, and fundamentals. So many of these women never held a gun before in their lives. A couple of them freaked out, once they stood in place, picked the gun up, and we started doing drills, where we would teach them the correct way to hold a gun. It was crazy to me how so many women didn’t know the basic things that my daddy had taught to me when I was just five years old.
“I’m scared it’s going to go off,” Erica said, turning around to look at me, looking like she wanted to run out of the gun range.
“How it’s going to go off when there’s no bullets in the gun? Look. It’s no bullets in here,” I said, taking the gun away fromher hand, and with ease, I pressed the machine release and caught the magazine as it slid out into my palm, showing it to her, letting her know that it was empty.
“It’s nothing in there. Without any bullets, the gun not going to go off. Besides, guns don’t just go off. You would have to pull the trigger, and that’s not what I’m teaching you today. Here. Let me see your stance again,” I said, putting it back together, and I handed the gun to her.
I could still see that she was nervous, but she eventually got in the stance that I needed her in, and I corrected her where she needed corrections.
“That’s good. You can’t be afraid of the gun. You told me you have a three-year-old daughter, right? Somebody break into your house in the middle of the night and they trying to harm you, and your daughter, what you going to do? Be afraid that the gun going to go off, or blow a motha fuckas head off?” I asked, cocking my head to the side, hoping that she was going to choose the latter.
“Ima blow a motha fuckas head off,” was the response that she had given me, and the only response that I wanted to hear.
“Good. Keep practicing your stance,” I said, walking away, so that I could tend to the other girls, and see what they had going on.
