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“Not long. It’s business.” I was purposely short with her because I couldn’t tell her that I was going to possibly knock off the judge who signed the necessary paperwork to serve her. I damn sure couldn’t tell her that the reason old boy’s real name wasn’t on the paperwork was because he had some type of connections and probably knew who I was. I couldn’t tell her anyof those things, so I was short to protect her. Regancy knew me, but she didn’t know all of me. I’d rather keep it that way instead of letting her see or meet a side of me that she wouldn’t be able to forget.
“Fine.” She looked disappointed, but that didn’t move me right now. I had something on my mind that needed to be handled.
“I love you too.” I walked further into her space and kissed her forehead before turning to leave. Any longer and I would’ve been moved, so I needed to get out of her space. I needed to get away from her so I could focus on the task at hand.
Once I finally left my place, I found myself in the back seat of my trunk in deep thought. I had done a lot of things in my life, but never had I ever felt the way I felt right now. When Beck called and informed me that she had lost consciousness, I felt an emotion that I hadn’t felt since I was a teen and Grandma wouldn’t get up. I felt fear coursing through my veins until I arrived at the hospital and Amil showed me those papers. When I read that shit, that fear was replaced. Since then, anger coursed through my veins. I was even more pissed that the paperwork referred to whoever this coward ass nigga was as a defendant. Whenever I found out who he was, he’d be more than that.
“We’re here, boss.” Beck’s voice brought me back to earth.
“Look, nigga, I get that you’re feeling violated, but can we please not murder a judge on state property?” Taurus’s voice alerted me to his presence. This entire ride, I was in my head, so I had forgotten that nigga had come along.
“I ain’t promising that,” I muttered.
“It was worth a try. Just remember how hard it’ll be to dispose of the man’s body since you made all the lil’ niggas stay back. Every eight out of ten judges are fat. Keep that shit in mind,” Taurus babbled.
Once we entered the courthouse, we walked straight to the office at the end of the hall. Old dude’s name was John Heldman, and Amil gave us perfect directions as to where his office was. Without knocking, Beck opened the man’s office door, and I walked in. Just like Amil’s scoop said, he was there late working and looking over what looked like paperwork.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. I don’t believe I had an appointment.” He looked from me to Taurus. He looked spooked, so that let me know that my reputation preceded me.
“Nah. You probably didn’t. This the type of nigga to pencil himself into people’s schedules.” Taurus took a seat on the man’s spacious sofa.
“You know us?” I questioned.
“Why would I?” He looked at me, attempting to seem unaffected that I was rounding his desk. I was thatin ya facetype of nigga. I wanted a motherfucker to see my face before I made everything around them go dark. I guess I was sick and twisted like that.
Taurus laughed. “You sure you wanna keep that tone, big homie?”
“Yeah, he’s sure.” Before he could say another word, I hit his ass in the mouth. “Now all I came in here to do was get a lil’ information from you, but I see you wanna do shit the hard way.” I pulled my gun from my back and placed it on the table near him. “How the next few minutes go is up to you.”
“What do you want from me, Savior?” he questioned.
“See? You knew who I was. Now, why did you lie?” I hit his ass in the mouth again before he could even explain. I didn’t really give a fuck why he lied.
“Let the man speak, Savior.” Taurus laughed.
“Fine. I wanna know who is suing Regancy Harris for custody of her daughter.”
He looked confused. “And how am I supposed to know that?”
“Because you signed the fucking papers. Now, you got about thirty seconds to get on that thick screen ass computer and find that shit out. Her name is spelled R-E-G-A-N-C-Y, and I’m pretty sure yo’ ass already knows how to spell the last name.” I watched him as I spoke. He followed directions well, keying her name into his keyboard. A few seconds after he finished, her name popped up, and it said Defendant against Regancy Harris. It still didn’t say his name, but it had one more name than her papers said. It had the lawyer’s name right under Defendant.
He attempted to click around and unhide the name, but it didn’t change. “That’s never happened before.” He seemed baffled as if he had just realized that he probably didn’t have the type of clearance he usually had. He looked at me like he was afraid that I was about to hurt him or something. “I don?—"
I nodded and pat his shoulder excitedly. “You good, big man. Now print this sheet for me.” That lawyer’s name looked familiar as fuck. I just couldn’t place it until now. Leslie Jacobs was Duce’s lawyer. I remembered when I passed him her information.
As if I didn’t already have too much on my mind, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out, and Luke was calling.
I answered on speaker. “Wassup? I’m bus?—”
“Somebody just lit Hawks up. Y’all need to get over here now.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
LANE
Lately,I had so much pent-up anger toward my father that I was just trying to get through my days. It stemmed from how I felt he did my mother to the disrespect he was dishing. That day at the restaurant, I didn’t expect him to dismiss me like I some was chick on the streets. I expected him to be my father and explain this situation. I guess I didn’t deserve it though, because he told me he’d call me later and never called. They said a woman’s first heartbreak should never be her father because then he fucks it up for every man coming in to her life. I mean, I was never one of those girls who saw her father as larger than life, but I did see him as a man who wouldn’t embarrass his family the way he was doing now.
