“You had to know that you was going to come home from jail and have to face me!” Riot spat, still plunging that box cutter into her skin, sounding like a mad woman right now, completely out of her body.
Cam tumbled back, hitting the foot of one of the chairs, landing on her back. From where I stood, you could see the blood that was coming out of her. She was losing so much blood that she was winded. Her eyes were barely open, as she looked at Riot.
Riot eventually stopped plunging the box cutter into her, tossed it on the ground, and she pulled out her gun that was at her waist. She kneeled before Cam, pulling her by the hair that was on her head, so that she could be close to Riot.
“B…. bitchhh… hurry up, and kill me,” her voice was weak, as she issued out those words to Riot.
“I’m getting to it,” Riot was calm in her response, as she looked Cam in her eyes, who was slowly dying in front of her.
She was letting this girl experience all this pain before she took her out of her misery. You know how crazy of a bitch you gotta be to hold a bitch up by her hair, and just sit there with them, allowing their body to go through excruciating pain, not wanting to pull the trigger on them until you felt as if they’d endured enough pain? Each time that it looked as if Cam was transitioning, trying to die on us, Riot would tap her with the gun.
She let her go through that for about five minutes more until she let go of her head, that flew back, hitting the wall.
“Go ahead, and join your brother in hell, bitch!” Riot spoke to her, standing up with the gun in her hand, pointed at her head, and she pulled that trigger damn near ten times.
All she gave her was head shots, and with the gun ringing that many times, there wasn’t much left of her head left when she finished with her. She stepped back, keeping the gun at her side, while she looked at what was left of Cam in front of her.
I walked over to Riot, stood on the side of her, and smiled.
“Good shit, baby,” I hyped her.
“Thank you for the surprise,” she told me.
“Your world, baby. Let me call somebody to clean it up,” is all I said before I walked away from her.
Killing Cam wouldn’t take away the feeling that Riot was left with that she endured while in jail, but I know that it made her feel much better. She got her get back, and that was all that she wanted.
I would be a fool to ever fuck around on her. Shit, she’ll do a nigga the same way that she just did Cam, and I wasn’t trying to ever experience no bullshit like that.
Chapter 20
Uzi Reaves
We got through another successful class this morning. All the girls showed up. We did a lot of extensive training, but I could honestly say that there has been so much improvement with these ladies. When I first started, I used to be on the drive back home, questioning when they would start to look like something. Those days had finally got here. We really didn’t have too many sessions left. Just a few weeks left, and all the girls would graduate from the program.
I had something big planned for them. My class has been talked about all throughout Miami, and my business page and email were swamped with new inquiries every day, so I knew that when it was time for me to start the class over again, I was going to have to select more girls than I did this time. This time, it was just a trial run. I knew how to operate this shit going forward, so I wasn’t afraid to expand the next time around.
I dismissed the ladies, and they all started pouring out of the room. A few of them came to the front, so that they could talk to me after class, like they always did. I talked with five of them,and once that was done, Riot came from the back of the class, and over to me.
I was happy to see that she was back. When all that shit was going on with that video getting leaked, she missed two classes, and had shut the entire world out, not wanting to have to deal with anyone. I was glad that she decided to stay after class because I had something that I wanted to talk to her about anyways.
I was standing in front of my desk, with my butt propped against it. She came over, standing on the side of me, with her arms crossed.
“I been watching the news. I saw that missing person report that they put out for Cam. You got something to do with that?” I asked, turning my head to ask her. When her ass smiled at that question, I already knew the answer before she said it.
“Now you know I’m not answering no police ass question like that,” she said.
“Because what you think Ima do? Turn you over to the feds? Riot please,” I scoffed, jumping up on the desk, so that I could cross my legs.
She continued to post up against the desk, but she eventually turned her head around, so that she could look at me. There was a devious smile on her face, and I could tell that she was itching to tell me that she did that shit to Cam. I saw it in her eyes that she was responsible for it. I just wanted to hear her say it.
“Just know I handled my business. Dolo took me. Ugh. I just love him so much, like what the fuck!” she said to me, looking me in my eyes, and I found myself laughing at what she just said.
One thing about it, Riot didn’t have to tell me that she loved Dolo. Baby, it was there. It was all in her eyes.
You could tell that I was becoming someone that she was growing closer to because Riot had a personality when she was around me now. When we first met, she was super uptight, shortwith her words, and she was always the first one out of here once I dismissed the class. Now, she actually showed her personality with me, and after each class, she made it her business to come over, and talk with me, even if it was short.
“You remember that talk we had at the gravesite, right? The birth control? The condoms?” I asked her, and she laughed.
