Page 42 of Street Heiress 3
“We don’t know if it was him for sure. We just feel like it was her husband that did it because he’s nowhere to be found,” I voiced, trying to raise up from his lap, but he wouldn’t let me.
I could lie to a lot of people, but I couldn’t lie to Loco. He could read me in ways that no one else was able to do. He was staring at me hard. Trying to read me. I could tell his mind was spinning. Probably coming up with all kinds of shit, and knowing him, and the way his brain worked, the things that he was coming up with were probably spot on.
“You killed that nigga, didn’t you?” he asked me, and I looked at him dumbfounded.
I had to really get in my acting bag right now and pretend that I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.
“What? Loco, what?” was all I could really ask because I was more caught off guard than anything.
“I just watched your reaction to someone calling you and telling you that one of your former students and her babies being found in the woods, and you didn’t bat an eye towards that. Iknow the life that me, and you come from. I know after a while of seeing so many bodies drop, or hearing about people that we know and love dying makes you numb. Makes you desensitized in a sense. But this shit right here? You reacted as if you knew about it already. Months ago, when Tamera stopped attending your class, you was on that shit hard. You kept talking to me about her, telling me that you were thinking about her. You wouldn’t let it go. I know you, Uzi. Look me in my eyes, and lie to me again, and we going to have big problems, love. Did you kill that nigga?” he asked me.
His voice was firm. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying to see how I should respond.
“I did. It was nagging at me that she stopped coming to class, so I went looking for her. I had her address in her file. When I got there, I was able to force my way in through the back. It was blood on the walls, and the floor. He came in moments later. I was able to get a confession out of him. He told me that no one would find them, and that they were floating at the bottom of the ocean. I killed him after,” I told him the truth.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me that? Didn’t we used to beef about shit like this years ago when we were both in the game?” his voice got a little louder with me.
I didn’t say anything. I sat here, and let my husband chew my ass out, while I kept quiet. He went on for about a minute, telling me that I should have told him what I did. I don’t think he was that mad because he didn’t lift my ass up and make me get off his lap. He did have that sexy mean mug on his face though.
“Boogie came and cleaned that shit up for you?” he asked me.
Boogie was our head man when it came to cleaning up mess. We went years back. He could clean the messiest scene and have it looking brand new.
“Yeah,” I said, and he sucked his teeth, while shaking his head.
“I’m about to call that nigga right now and curse his ass out. I told him years ago that if you call him, for him to call me because that means that you trying to hide some shit from me, or you doing something that you don’t have any business doing. Watch out,” he said, trying to move me this time, but I stayed put, not moving.
“I just didn’t want to talk about it, Marcelo. You know the code that I live by when it comes to catching a body?—”
“Don’t live up to that code shit with me, Uzi! The morning you did that shit, you were supposed to come home and tell me about it. It’s been months, and you just now said something about it. The only reason why you even said something about it is because I was right here when you got the phone call, and I was able to put the shit together on my own,” he snapped at me.
I nodded my head, letting him know that he was right. I also apologized for keeping it a secret from him. I told him everything. I didn’t want to leave room for him to get mad at me again, so I even told him about the detectives coming down to the warehouse, just to tell me that Tamera, and her children had been missing, and wanting to know if I knew anything. I spilled it all.
“I ain’t mad at you for doing what you did. I know you. I expected you to kill her husband. What I didn’t expect was for you not to tell me about the shit,” he went on.
“I know, and for that I’m sorry. You going to be mad at me for the rest of the trip?” I asked him, leaning my head in, and putting my face right in front of his.
I put my arms down, so that I could place them under his shirt, and I softly raked my nails up, and down his abs. I knew that I was breaking him down because a few seconds into it, his face didn’t look as hardcore anymore.
As I was doing that, I could hear movement. Someone was walking into the family room, and it was Aries coming in. Shewas holding her two-year-old daughter, Alai in her arms. You could tell that the two of them had just woken up from their nap.
“Where your phone? I texted you,” Aries said to me, walking into the family room, and she flopped down on the couch.
She sat her daughter in her lap, who laid her head on her mother’s chest, and she placed her little thumb in her mouth. Alai was so pretty. She was a true diva. She liked to be in all the hair, and make-up products like her mommy. She was just a damn baby, but she was already into handbags. Every time Cartier bought a pricey handbag for Aries, Alai felt like she needed one too.
“I was getting scolded,” I said to her, and she laughed at me, while rolling her eyes.
“Loco, gone on. For real,” Aries said, not even knowing what it was about, but she was ready to take my side.
“See the type of weird ass shit ya’ll do? Don’t even know what she did, but you ready to ride for her. Let me go outside, and smoke. Keep coming up with more shit to add to your apology. This shit not over with yet,” Loco said, lifting me, so that he could stand up.
He placed me back down on the couch, and then he left out. Once he was gone, I lay on my side, and Aries kept her eyes on Loco, waiting on him to leave out of the room, so that she could ask me what happened.
“What the hell did you do?” she asked me.
I had to vent, so I sat here, telling my best friend everything. She hung onto my every word, her eyes on me, paying close attention to what I was saying to her.
“Damn. Why didn’t you say anything to him from jump?” she asked, and I just groaned because she was making it worst. She fought back a smile, clearly entertained by this.
