Page 62 of Regancy & Savior
I went to open the door, but Taurus put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t go in there on no goon shit. Anybody ever told you that you can catch more flies with honey than shit.”
I screwed my face up. “Nigga, what the fuck is that? You on some philosophy shit now too?” I turned around and looked at him. “Matter of fact, weren’t you the same person talking about tossing her in a trunk?”
“I am, but now, I’m on some finessing shit. Meanwhile, you wanna pull a gat and knock a motherfucker off every five seconds,” he whispered harshly. “I’m working on my people skills, something yo’ ass should be trying.”
“You know what? Show me how much work yo’ bitch ass doing then. Run the show with yo’ soft ass.” I stepped back and allowed him to walk into her office first.
He nodded and opened the door for us to walk in. I followed behind him and took a seat in the woman’s chair as I watched him interact with her. She smiled at him and batted her big ass eyes. Within seconds, she was tapping away on her computer. Then she read off a name that had me looking at Taurus confused.
“You know a Darryl Jenkins?”
“Ain’t that Duce’s last name? If I’m not mistaken, that’s his pop’s name. Now why would a dead man be tryna get custody of a child he com?—”
“Well, it says here that he didn’t file for custody. It was actually the family of the deceased that filed for custody of the minor.”
I heard what Taurus was saying, but that finesse shit went out of the window the moment she said that shit. “How the fuck is that supposed to go? They don’t have the?—”
“Actually, the family does have the right to see and even get to know the minor.” Old girl was now addressing me.
“Nah. They don’t have the right to meet my daughter. That nigga raped her moms, and now you wanna help those motherfuckers?” My blood was boiling, and I was pissed off.
“Wait, rape? I was under the impression that the relationship was consensual.”
“Hell nah. She was fucking fifteen or sixteen years old. Who retained you?” By now, I was leaning over her desk and in her face.
“I’ve been in contact with Mr. Jenkins’ son and daughter. I am not at liberty to give you their names.”
“Oh, now you wanna withhold some shit.” I stood up straight and looked her over. If looks could kill, I would’ve been cold and lying still on her office floor.
“I think it’s best if you two leave.” She looked from me to Taurus.
Once Taurus and I were outside of the firm, he looked over at me and shook his head. He had the same look that my expression now housed. “Whatever you wanna do, I’m with it. I thin—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because his phone started to ring.
“Yeah,” he answered then his eyes went dark. “Is that so?” he asked. Seconds later, he pulled his phone from his ear and looked in my direction. “That fire at Hawks was arson.”
I shook my head because as of late, if it wasn’t one thing, then it was another. Somebody was coming for my shit, but like a bitch, they did it from the shadows. Something told me that it was the same motherfucker who had this bullshit ass custody case. Then it hit me, and I knew exactly the game that Duce was playing.
“I don’t give a fuck if he ain’t got shit to do with it. That nigga is dead, and I?—”
“We can’t even move like that, because if this shit is him, then he’s doing everything that’ll get a reaction out of us. He either has a death wish, or he’s tryna serve us to the feds on a platter. Think about it. First idea would’ve been to try to get back in and get ya info right there, but that didn’t work. Neither of us budged with that shit, so what’s next?” I questioned.
“That nigga needs us to go bullheaded and sloppy.” Taurus was now nodding his head. “I’ma call Andy. Shorty is a fed, so she gotta know if they’re tryna build a case on us.
I nodded my head, but before I could speak again, my phone started ringing. I glanced down and saw that it was Luke callingme. I pressed the green circle on my screen and put the phone to my ear. “Yeah.”
“It’s Amil. He just got popped,” Luke spoke lowly.
I looked up at the sky before shaking my head. “For fucking what?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“We was up at that wing joint on Central when that nigga Duce walked in. He was on some weird shit and started talking about how his people had bagged up some shorty back in the day. He was loud as fuck like he wanted niggas to hear him. Amil went bully and went over and got to stumping the man. By the time we got to him and pulled him off, them folks rushed us. They put Amil in cuffs and in the back of a Crown Vic.”
“Where you at right now?” I asked.
“At the station, but they saying they didn’t pick him up. Motherfuckers claiming his name ain’t in the system.”
That only meant one thing. Amil wasn’t picked up by blue and white, and Duce had set him up. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. “Meet me at the spot.” I hung up the phone and glanced over at Taurus. Things had gotten real as fuck in a short amount of time.
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