Amira stood up from the chair, and she made her way to the front of the class. While I sat on top of my desk, she stood nextto me. She knew what I was getting ready to show to the class, which is why she stood next to me with a smile on her beautiful face.
When she sent me these videos the other day, and I saw the way she handled her business, I called her first, just to make sure that she was okay, but then I celebrated her, happy that she stood her ground, and took care of business.
I went ahead, and I played the first video. Amira had a beautiful home out in west Pembroke Pines. With the size of the house, you would think that she had a husband and kids in there with her, but it was just her. I’m sure she purchased the home, thinking that she would be protected, since it was in a gated community. Even with security at the gate, these criminals will still find a way to get into your home. I never let a gated community be something that I put my all into. All my kids knew was living in a gated community, but I still made sure that they knew how to shoot.
The video continued to play, and the footage showed as three masked men came in through her backyard. Amira had cameras set up all around her house, and the footage showed damn near in 4k. You could see the way they creeped around, going for the patio door. They pulled it first, just to see if it was unlocked, but once they saw that it wasn’t, they were able to pick the lock and slide the door back.
Now, I played another video, showing the footage from inside the house because they were able to make it inside. The thing is, when the patio door slid back, it triggered the alarm. Not only was the alarm waiting for them, but Amira was waiting for them too because she had been watching them from the moment they made their way into her backyard.
I would always teach my girls to shoot first, and to ask questions later. I couldn’t express to them enough that if someone was breaking into their house in the wee hours of themorning, they weren’t coming for a friendly visit. They were coming to fuckin kill you! Amira told me that in that moment, it was my voice that she heard, preaching that to the class, which is why she was ready to kill.
I played the next video, when you could see Amira standing over by the stairs, with the Glock in her hands, that she was trained to shoot now, so the second the three of those men rounded that corner, and came over to the stairs, my girl sent straight head shots to them, taking each of them out in less than five seconds. She didn’t leave them with any room to even reach for a gun. I’m sure they thought that they were breaking into yet another ditzy content creators house, that didn’t have any means of protecting herself, which is why they felt the need to not already have their guns pulled out.
This was my first time playing this video for the class, but since Amria sent it to me, I had to have played it over 100 times. I loved this kind of shit. I loved to see a woman stand her ground and protect herself.
You could feel the love in the room for Amria. Everyone was clapping for her, screaming for her, happy that she’d protected herself. So many of the women were yelling out, telling me to play the video again, and that’s exactly what I did. I played it back for them twice, and each time, she received the same reaction.
“This is the definition of hard work paying off. I know a lot of times some of you come to the class and might get a little bored with us doing the same thing every class. To become the perfect shooter, you have to be able to come to this class and repeat some of the same drills. I get it, it can get boring, it can feel repetitive, but you need these skills. If Amira didn’t have a gun, and if she didn’t know how to shoot it, I can guarantee you that she would not have been standing here today. It sucks, but we live in a city where being a successful woman is a lick for a lot ofpeople. Half the time, you don’t have to even be successful. You can just be a regular woman, minding your own business, and men will look at you as a target. Successful stories like this is the reason why I’m doing this,” I got a little chocked up in the end.
My emotions really showed my passion for this. It wasn’t a good feeling turning on the news, and hearing about all these young ladies that were continuing to lose their lives, simply because they didn’t know how to protect themselves.
Knowing that I was sitting next to a beautiful, successful woman, that probably wouldn’t have been here if she never took this class with me, it made me a little emotional.
“Awww Uzi. We thank you for all that you do for us. Girl, I’m alive because of you,” Amira said to me, coming over, and she wrapped her arms around me.
The other women in the room could tell that I’d gotten a little emotional too because they came up, giving me hugs as well, thanking me for all that I’ve been doing for them.
I didn’t want people to ever take what I was doing lightly. This was time away from my kids and husband that I was putting into this business. Each class started at six in the morning. Also, because it was down south, I would have to leave my house at least an hour before, so that I could get here on time. I was running other businesses, still trying to be the best mom to my kids, and wife to my husband that I could be, while still trying to make time for these girls. Being able to feel the love from them to today and having them thank me for all that I was doing made my morning. They got my tough ass to shed a little tear too.
Once that was over, I went ahead and dismissed the women. They all started pouring out of the room, while I stayed back, straightening up. All the girls were in attendance this morning except for Riot. She didn’t come to the event this past weekend that I put on for the girls, and this was her second class that she hadn’t shown up to.
I lived my life, only getting on social media if I was promoting something for my hookah lounge, or as of lately, whenever I would be promoting something with my gun safety class. I had a personal Instagram, but I didn’t post too much on there. Social media wasn’t a real place to me. Literally any time that I decided to pop out, and post a picture, these messy ass blog pages liked to steal my pictures, post it on their pages, pretending that they were showing love, but only posting it trying to be messy. I was one of those people that’s always ready to air the entire social media out, thinking that I could kill everybody for talking shit, so to just not have that happen, I didn’t fuck with it like that.
I say all that to say that I didn’t know shit about the videos of Riot that had gotten leaked on social media. Benelli had to call me and tell me about it. Man, when I saw those fuckin videos, I was livid. I’ve reached a point in my relationship with Riot where I really looked at her like a little sister. She was someone that I wanted to keep close to me, so that I could guide her, and help keep her ass out of trouble.
When I saw the videos, the shares, and the comments, I called to reach out to her, just needing to remind her of who the fuck she was, and let her know that we weren’t over here judging her, but she wouldn’t answer the phone. In fact, my messages didn’t deliver, and my calls were going straight to voicemail. When I called Dolo, he told me that she pretty much shut down, shut everyone out, and didn’t want to talk to anyone. She was staying at his house, and I would call him every day to check up on her, but every day was pretty much the same thing. When I left here, I was going to call Dolo to check on her again.
Just as I was about to grab my things, so that I could leave, there were a couple of taps on the door that was already opened. You would have thought that they would still wait for me to invite them in, even though the door was opened, but they didn’t.
I turned my head, so that I could see who it was, and it was two detectives walking in. One of the detectives I knew really well. His name was detective Roy. That cracka hated my guts just as much as I hated his. Back when I was in the drug game, that man used to do everything in his power to get me thrown under the prison, but he could never get anything to stick, so he was never able to slap cuffs on me. He wanted to be the king of Miami that got celebrated for taking down the entire Diaz organization, but just never had the brains to do it.
Don’t get me wrong, he was a damn good detective, and had taken plenty criminals off the street, but he just couldn’t get to us. I think he hated me even more because I killed his partner years ago, but he couldn’t prove it, so he couldn’t make the arrest.
I didn’t know his new partner that he walked in here with. Shit, I was staying out of trouble these days, so I didn’t know everyone that was working for the department. Back then, I used to know their first and last names. I had to know what I was up against.
“If it isn’t Uzi Diaz. Look at you girl. You look damn near identical to how you did fifteen years ago. Any secrets your willing to share? Then again, you probably won’t give it up because you and your family has always been really good at keeping secrets,” he said to me, trying to be funny, walking into the room with a fake smile on his face.
The thing is, you couldn’t try to be funny with me because I will show your ass a fuckin clown. I smiled right back at him, walking over in their direction.
“Detective Roy, now you know it’s Uzi Reaves. As much as you studied me, I would think you would know that my last name hasn’t been Diaz in a very long time. I wish that I could tell you that you look good as well, but I can’t. I can tell that that job has been working the fuck out of you. You look tired, Roy. I can’tsay that I’m surprised though. I probably wouldn’t recover either if I spent years chasing behind me, and my family. You were obsessed with the Diaz organization. Me, and my daddy made you work nigga! Put you in the field, and made you work for that bust, and you still didn’t get it at the end of the day,” I showed him the clown that I could be too, standing in front of him with an even bigger smile.
I had his white skin turning red. This man hated me today, just as much as he hated me fifteen years ago.
“I see you haven’t changed a bit,” was all he had for me.
“Oh, I’ve changed. I just know how to convert back to the old Uzi every once in a while. What you want? I need to leave so that I can tend to my kids,” I said, rushing him, ready to get out of here.
His partner was holding a folder in his hands, that detective Roy took from him. We were standing near a table, so he placed the folder there, and he started pulling out contents. Right there, he took out a picture of Tamera, and her children. Each of them had their own individual photo. He did more searching, and he pulled out a picture of her husband, and sat it down as well. Once all the pictures were on the table, that’s when he looked up at me.
