Page 68 of Regancy & Savior
“Well, that was eas?—”
“Nothing with Kale is easy, baby. You should know that by now. She will bring this up in a few hours—shit, maybe even a few days. She ponders over things.
He laughed and rested back against the cushion.
Of course I found my way back in his lap, pressing my lips against his exposed neck. “This father thing looks nice on you,” I joked.
“Is that right?” He rested his hands on my ass.
“Yeah, I’d be willing to put out, but too bad yo’ daughter might walk out here and catch us.” I gave him one last peck before attempting to get out of his lap.
He grabbed my chin and brought my lips to his. “Fucking tease.”
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
SAVIOR
I lookedat the sweaty-faced nigga in front of me, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Luke had come up on a goldmine when he found out that the business across the street from Hawks had a surveillance camera. It was even better that the owner was willing to let them see it. The camera gave the perfect view of some young dumbass nigga who just wanted to be down with some dumb shit. In fact, he was so dumb that he was willing to be the only dumbass not wearing a mask when they went in the business.
I uncuffed my cufflinks and pulled my suit jacket off before I set it on the chair, where I should’ve been sitting, but I wasn’t feeling that. Usually, I’d let the boys work a nigga over, but this wasn’t that. These weren’t normal times. A nigga was trying me and expected me to be fine with the okey-doke.
“You wanna tell me who sent you to burn down my shit?” I questioned.
“And why would I do that? It’s more of a—” I ended his sentence for him the moment my fist connected with his jaw.
“Don’t even finish that. Lemme tell you what you’re up against. If I don’t hear what I wanna hear before I kill you, then you just took your whole family and everybody you love with you. Now, if you tell me all that I wanna know, then you’ll die quick and fast, none of that extra shit that I find enjoyment in. This is all up to you, lil’ nigga.” I slowly paced the floor in front of him while rolling my sleeves up as I spoke. It had been a while since I worked a nigga over the way I planned for him. Finally, I stopped directly in front of him and just stared at him. Now was the time for him to make that choice. I wasn’t really a patient man when it came to my shit.
He looked up at me, and I swear I could see the hate in this man’s eyes, but he knew he had a decision to make, and I didn’t have all day. This was probably a tough choice for him, considering in both scenarios he died, but it came down to what type of nigga he was. If he cared about his loved ones, then he’d talk, but if he was selfish, he’d keep a hush on it and allow people to die behind his flawed ass decision.
“It must be a fucked-up feeling for the king of this shit to be home, and y’all niggas are still chasing y’all’s tails tryna figure out what’s going on,” he spewed venomously. I could tell by his eyes he didn’t stand by his shit. His eyes told me he was pretty fucking terrified but had to put up a front.
I laughed. “Luke, get the bucket. This bitch is still going to tell me what the fuck I wanna know.”
Luke laughed, but he did as I asked.
“You know what happens to smart-mouthed niggas with no hands to play? They die painfully and leave nobody to morn them because they got everybody killed with them.”
Once Luke set the bucket in front of him, I looked toward Reggie. “Reggie, get me the pliers, and Luke hold his head back.” I had found in my days coming up in the streets that the way to get a nigga talking was to make him hear his own torture. Fromjust looking at him, I could tell he wasn’t as solid as he led on. So I was gonna yank as many of his damn teeth out as it took for him to talk. My guess was I wouldn’t even get to the second, but I never knew. Some of these young niggas were psychopaths so they so they didn’t feel pain at all.
I didn’t even get to pull a tooth out before this nigga started squirming and yelling like somebody had already touched his goofy ass. “Alright, alright, man! I’ll tell you everything!”
Luke laughed. “Now if you wasn’t dying tonight, I’d remind yo’ ass that you should never be picked up by those folks. Yeen no real street nigga. You a bitch.”
Reggie snickered, and I stood back, looking at him. They were right about that one.
“Duce and DJ. They’re working with Camen to put this thing together for them to take over your territories.”
I knew DJ was Duce’s brother, but I didn’t know of a nigga named Camen. “Who is Camen?” Luke asked.
“Some white boy that Duce gets down with. I think the nigga is a fed. He runs with two others white boys from over east. Gerald and Evan. They all seem like feds to me.”
“And why do you think that?” I asked. I was actually glad this lil’ nigga had gotten diarrhea at the mouth. It was less work for as much as he knew.
“Because he’s only around when Duce wanna spit that good shit, and he’s always on feet. That means the nigga has a Crown Vic or transformer parked in the cut somewhere. Then he tries to play like he has an addiction, wiping his nose every few seconds or whatever, but he’s bad at the act. He tries too fucking hard. He’s also the one who had Duce and DJ ride down and blast at you and Taurus.”
“What about the other two? You said Evan and Gerald, right?”
