Page 73 of Regancy & Savior
“Damn, the nigga’s mama though, Savior?” I asked.
“Nah. We’ll wait it out and be cool on the old lady.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. In reality, itwasnothing because nothing was off limits when a nigga was trying to win a war he didn’t start. We ended up conversing back and forth for a while before Reese had to go, and I was tryna get back to a bed because the effects of that edible started wearing off,and a nigga was feeling like straight death with the munchies. I didn’t even know how this shit was possible, but it was.
“Aye, Beck, stop over there at Mama’s. I want a steak torta.” I glanced out the window at the little storefront that I went to when I was in the mood for Mexican.
He nodded and busted a U-turn right in front of the establishment.
Once we exited the car, both Savior and I filed into the establishment. Mama was this older Hispanic woman who made the best fucking chicken tamales on Chicago’s west side, and she had the sweetest fucking heart. She reminded me of my own mother and had treated me and Savior like we were her own since the first day we met her. Back when Savior and I first started in the business, her business kept getting hit hard by the local gangs, and she needed protection. Neither Savior nor I accepted her money, but we protected her space and made sure not a soul stepped into it unless they were buying a meal. Now every time we walked in, she never allowed us to pay. She refused the money, and we’d just sneak it into her tip jar.
“And where have you two been?” she questioned, rounding the corner to greet us as always. Once she hugged us, she decided to answer her own question. “Perhaps too busy being shot at.” She had a knowing smirk on her face as we walked toward our usual booth in the corner.
“Damn, Ma. Who told you that?” Savior asked.
“Andy. You both just missed her.” She smiled. Andy was her daughter and pride and joy, not to mention on our payroll.
I nodded. “Snitch.”
She giggled. “How else should I keep up with the two of you? You’re never here anymore. Anyways, what am I getting you?”
“I’m good, Ma. Can you just give me three chicken tamales to go?” Savior asked.
She nodded, then focused on me.
“Mama, I’ma need a chicken torta and four chicken tamales to go.”
She nodded. “I got you, my boys.”
I watched her until she disappeared in the back. Ma was the truth when it came to this motherfucker.
“You good?” Savior asked.
“I’m straight,” I lied. I was anything but alright, but as soon as I got to a bed, I’d be better. I didn’t get the chance to say anything else before the door was opening and two figures rushed in headed in our direction. I locked eyes with one of them and immediately recognized him as the pig from the hospital. I never forgot a face. I even recognized the motherfucker on the side of him. He looked just like the photo that Andy texted me. Camen was an even uglier motherfucker in person. The man looked like a bleached version of the leprechaun from the hood. I wasn’t cracking no jokes at all. He was pale faced with the orange hair. Then the man had the nerve to have his beard and sideburns connected.
“You know them?” Savior asked as he looked up and his eyesight followed mine.
“That pig from the hospital and ya boy Camen.” I nodded in their direction. The feeling in the restaurant was different as I coolly slipped my gun from my side. A motherfucker was damn sure not about to give me another bullet wound without getting one his-damn-self, and that was on my mama.
Savior nodded and did the same shit I did. The safety was off the gun, and it was whatever these fake ass cops thought it was at this point.
“Taurus White and Savior Jones,” the country, pale-faced cowboy spoke as he finally stopped, staring us down and approaching our table.
“Detective Dickhead One and Two, how can we help you?” I sat back and gripped my shit on my lap even tighter. Only dirty cops pulled up on people in plain clothes on the lowkey.
I watched Dickhead One grab a chair from another table and sit directly in front of us. He never took his eyes off of Savior. The one from the hospital that day continued to stand like a security guard. He had thatI’ll catch a bullet for a niggaenergy about himself.
“Today must be my lucky day.”
“Or your worst, considering the next few words out of your mouth.” Savior gave him the same icy glare.
“That a threat? I should haul your ass in.” Dude from the hospital leaned over the table and mugged Savior.
“You and what army?” I questioned.
“You sure you wanna be that mouthy, Mr. White?” Camen asked.
I laughed. “Fuck you gonna do about it? You finna close my mouth for me?” I challenged.
“Not a motherfucking thing. Now go find you some business before you run out of air.” Savior nodded.
