Page 79 of Regancy & Savior
“I need to look over the numbers for this quarter, and I have a meeting with my managers. I have to get everything together for them since I won’t be there as much.”
I nodded before pushing her hair to the opposite side of her neck. Then I leaned down and pressed my lips against her buttery skin. I loved her work ethic.
“Where are you headed?” She peered at me through the mirror.
“To handle some shit and make sure we’re smooth sailing for baby girl’s birthday.”
She nodded. “Which reminds me, I told Kale she could have two ‘friends’ as she calls them on the boat. Even though I don’t know how the hell she made friends in one week, I won’t question it.”
I chuckled. “Those ain’t her friends. I already told her that shit when she told me about some lil’ girl named Pamela. Fuck is wrong with her people giving her that midlevel thot ass name?”
Regancy laughed. “You ain’t right.”
“I ain’t tryna be.” I stepped back enough for her to turn around and face me. When she did, I couldn’t help but admire the perfection in front of me. She had one of those bodies that let me know that she ate good but also knew how to keep it toned. Her shit was stacked and thick as fuck in the right places. “Shit, I’m tryna see if?—”
“Nope. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
I reluctantly glanced down at my watch, then back at her and shook my head. “You do this shit on purpose, but it’s cool. I’ll be right back, so you might as well rush yo’ meeting.” I leaned down and pecked her lips before I walked toward the door. I wanted to be here when baby girl woke up, but that was impossible if I was tryna keep my time frame. So I had to miss it, but what I did know was that I’d be here when she got out of school. There was definitely no question in that.
It was a normal walk to the car, but something seemed different. The closer I got to the car with Beck in front of me, the clearer the figure in front of me got. It was Amil leaned against my truck. He seemed tense like he had something on his mind.
“You good?” I questioned. He had a different look than usual in his eyes. One that made me leery of having him around. Amillooked like he didn’t know if he was coming or going. Maybe sending him in was a bad idea, but it wasn’t my idea. He wanted to.
“They do want you and Taurus. The thing is they don’t want you behind bars or none of that shit. They want y’all dead so Duce can take over your spots. That way, they can control how the streets are ran and make their own profit. Duce is their puppet. He moves when they say so.”
He sniffled before palming his nose. What the fuck had happened to him in such a short amount of time? The better question was what the hell had this lil’ nigga allowed to happen to him? The way he palmed at his nose and how he couldn’t stay still alarmed me.
“What the fuck is your problem, Amil?”
“Shit. I’m good.” He finally looked me in my eyes. His pupils were dilated as fuck. This nigga was high as fuck.
“What are you on?” I questioned.
“Nothing, Savior. What are you?—”
“Don’t lie to me, lil’ nigga. You don’t think I know what a junkie looks like when I see one? I’ma ask again. What the fuck are you on?”
“I’m just testing for them, but I can get off whenever I want. It’s nothing for me to get off this shit. It doesn’t run my life. You know what I mean?” I could tell he was spewing bullshit. I guess this was why he went missing for so long. He was around here high as fuck and borderline floating.
“Fuck!” My voice carried all over the garage.
“What’s wrong, boss? I’m good. On god I’m good.” He kept trying to reassure me, but I saw right through his words. Luke had told me before that Amil messed with pills, and I came down on him about it. He tightened up, but now he was on some shit that coming down on him wouldn’t help. He had found anaddiction that could call him across an ocean, and he’d attempt to walk on water and get to.
“I’ma go see my sister,” he said. Before he could take a step in that direction, I vetoed that shit.
“Nah. Come take a ride with me.” I didn’t want him around Regancy or Kale like this. I didn’t want them around none of the ugliness in this shit.
He looked at me and nodded before approaching the other side of the car. I had half a mind to knock him out and throw his funky ass into the trunk. The entire ride to the warehouse, I watched this nigga sit next to me and fidget and nod. I had a decision to make. Seeing Amil like this made it harder and harder because any other nigga who would’ve gotten himself in some shit like this would’ve already been dead, but Amil was different. Not only was he somebody I watched grow up, but he was my girl’s brother. He fucked up royally. He had earned his bullet, but something in me couldn’t put a bullet between his eyes and go lay next to her like I hadn’t just caused her pain somewhere later on down the line. Some niggas could, but I just couldn’t do that. I needed to find another way. I couldn’t kill him before giving him a chance to find himself.
Instead of just proceeding to the location to meet Reese, I requested that Beck stop at this rehabilitation center right outside of town. I only knew about it because most junkies from the hood went when they wanted to be clean for a few months. The problem was they could never finish the program because they felt like they were in jail and had no motivation. When we were in the parking lot of the place, I hopped out of the car and walked around to Amil’s side. He was sound asleep as if nothing had ever happened. When I was on the opposite side of the car, I snatched his ass out by his collar and threw him against the car. I was frustrated with the entire situation at hand. Had I not fallenin love with this nigga’s sister, he’d be dead instead of on my shit list.
By now his eyes were open, and he looked confused. I hit him upside his head a few times to gain his attention. Once I had it, I pointed in his direction as I spoke. “You are gonna stay yo’ ass here and kick whatever the fuck you have going on inside of you. If not and I catch you anywhere near Chicago, I’ll kill you myself. I’ll put a bullet between your eyes and not even blink, then I’ma comfort Re and ya mama until you become a distant memory. Do you hear me, Amil?” I questioned.
He nodded his head frantically, indicating that he understood what I was saying to him.
Once I was convinced that he understood what I was saying, I walked him into the clinic, and we signed him up for their long-term program. I wasn’t afraid of him signing himself out, because if he knew like I did, he’d stay there, and he’d get clean. His life depended on him getting and staying clean.
When I finally did arrive to the spot, I had Beck let me out in the front, and I walked in. I wasn’t surprised to see Taurus’s hardheaded ass siting there as well. This nigga just wouldn’t chill out and let himself heal for shit. He had to be up but refused to take any sort of medication to ease the pain. I understood him though. Had a nigga shot me, I would be here too. I’d be here ready to make that niggas transition for him.
