Page 76 of Regancy & Savior
“We’ll let him run around screaming the sky is falling before his time comes. Especially because he has no credibility in the department.” Taurus nodded his head with a crazed expression on his face.
“Have either of you heard from Amil?” I questioned.
Reese shook his head.
“Nah. Have you?” Taurus asked.
I shook my head. That should’ve worried me, but it didn’t. My plan no longer needed him.
“We should hear from him soon,” he said in a matter-of-factly tone.
I nodded. One thing I knew for sure was that this needed to be handled. I had no time or energy to go back and forth with this bullshit. I was just grateful that I’d found a way to deal withthis because suddenly, it felt like Amil was dragging his feet. At first, I needed him to get what he could and get his ass out of there, but something was telling me that wasn’t the case for him. One thing my big ma said about me was that I was intuitive as fuck, so if my gut told me something, then nine times out of ten, it was right. Right now, my gut was telling me that Amil had switched it up in the middle of the game. I didn’t want to be right, but why else would the nigga cut off all contact and not check in at all? Amil was making me question his loyalty, and that was something nobody needed. Regardless of what Regancy and I had, I wouldn’t hesitate to make Amil disappear and then do everything in my power to make sure she never missed him. I loved her just that fucking much.
Business went quick, and the ride home went even quicker. I had to face the woman that I shut out earlier because I was attempting to gather my head. That was no excuse though. A nigga had no right, and now I know I had to go up and kiss all the ass necessary. I glanced down at my phone, and it was thirty minutes after nine, so I knew baby girl was asleep and Regancy was probably on her way to sleep.
When I walked in the house, it was dark, and the only thing I heard was the humming of the dishwasher. That meant that Regancy had either just loaded it or delayed the start before going to bed. I started toward the back of the house in search of Regancy. My first stop was Kale’s room. She was sound asleep in the massive bed that she’d occupied since they’d been here. I planned to pay somebody to come in and do her room for her birthday, but that shit kept slipping my mind. When I reached my room, Regancy was in the middle of the bed sprawled out.I should’ve known her ass was asleep because, as of late, baby didn’t miss a meal or sleep.
I needed to clear my head, so before I did anything, I grabbed a pair of briefs and hopped in the shower. It was something about the shower that put my thoughts into overdrive and helped me to just let my brain flow instead of stopping my thoughts. The constant flow of the water promoted the constant flow of my thoughts. When I felt like I had pondered enough and I was clean, I hopped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror to moisturize. I swear I used to just slap lotion on my skin, but since I’d been with Regancy, I learned a lot of shit about my skin and pores. She put a nigga onto that all-natural shit, and now it was all I used. Every time she went to reup, I made sure she got me a few of those Morning Wood Bars and that Fresh Fade body oil. She claimed it smelled like Irish Spring, but she had me fucked up.
I dried off and looked back in the mirror, catching her standing in the doorway.
“Don’t be sneaking up on me, Re.”
She giggled lightly and walked further into the washroom until she was at the pantry where all the products and shit were. She went in and came out with a glass bottle. Then she approached me. She stood in front of me, using the dropper to capture some oil, then she pressed it against my chest. Once she squirted the oil against my chest, she reached up and started to rub it in. Her soft hands against my skin was enough to put a nigga into a fucking frenzy. Before I knew it, I holstered her up and placed her on the counter before stepping between her legs.
“I’m sorry for?—”
“Why are you apologizing? I understand. Something important came up.” She continued to rub oil against my skin as I allowed my hands creep up her nightdress. She was so fucking understanding, especially when I didn’t expect her to be.
“But ain’t shit more important than giving you peace if mind instead of rushing out on you.” At this point, a nigga was kissing major ass, but she could get that.
She smiled. “Don’t be sweet because you want some. Come in here laying it on thick too.”
“It ain’t even like that, baby.” I laughed.
“Then what is it like, my love?”
“See? A nigga came in here trying to right his wrongs, and you wanna call my—” She didn’t let me finish my sentence before she pressed her full lips against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“There is no wrong to right, unless it’s something going on that I don’t know about.” She looked me in my eyes.
“Nah it ain’t.”Except the fact that I think I might have to kill yo’ brother.
LANE
Today after court, I made my way to my condo where I spent less and less of my time. I needed to get a few things before I made up my mind about this lunch or not. Joseph and I could never spend more than a few seconds in front of one another because of his attitude. Once I exited my bedroom, my mother was coming in the front room. She set her bag down and exhaled a deeply.
“Hard day?” I questioned.
“Yes. How in the hell does the DA think charging a thirteen-year-old as an adult is even near being correct? He’s trying to make his career off the back of a child.” She was annoyed. I think she forgot how cold this game could be. She probably only remembered the ending statements and curtsies in front of thestands. I could understand that because if I ever left, that would be all I wanted to remember. All the stress and other shit would be for the birds.
I nodded, understanding her frustration.
“On to less-stressful conversations.” She smiled and walked into the kitchen area to the fridge. Once she had it open, she went inside of it and pulled out a bottle of my favorite Riesling. I swear I was so much like my mother that it was crazy.
“What do you consider less-stressful conversations?” I cut my eyes at her as I texted Taurus back.
“Grandchildren,” she said like it was a golden word or something.
