Page 90 of Regancy & Savior
I chuckled. “Y’all gonna leave my…” My sentence trailed off at the sight of one of the zombies from one of those life after death movies. For a minute, I just had to look at Agent Camen. I mean, this nigga looked like shit and smelled worse. I had to put my nose under my shirt because it should’ve been illegal to walk around smelling like death and be alive. “Yo, can you step yo’ funky ass back? You fucking up my appetite.”
“You’re a dead man, Jones.” He pointed at Savior.
“I don’t feel too dead. Do I look dead, Taurus?” Savior looked across at me.
“Nah, but he does. Damn, man. Is you getting high on your own supply?” I questioned.
“Where is Duce?” he questioned.
“Who? And can you say that shit with yo’ mouth closed because your breath smells worse than you?” I dropped my fork and looked up at him.
Savior laughed. “How the fuck you gonna tell the man that he smells worse than himself?”
“Shit, I don’t know. It’s all funky.”
“Do you hear me talking to you?” Camen asked. He was getting tired of me poking fun at him.
“Nah, motherfucker. He smells you talking to him.” I got pissed off. I was already having a problem eating this shit because it wasn’t what I wanted. Now I couldn’t finish it because this motherfucker.
“Where is he?” he asked through gritted teeth. Thank God he turned his mouth in Savior’s direction this time.
“It seems like you lost your bitch. You might fuck around lose yourself if you don’t be careful out here in these streets.” I responded.
“Are you threatening me?” He turned his shitty ass breath back in my direction.
I chuckled. “Nah. I’m threatening you.”
“I’ll haul your ass downtown right now!”
Again, I was laughing at his ass. “You’re playing a game you know nothing about, bro.”
“You don’t think I’ll haul your ass downtown?” he asked.
“That ain’t necessary, but we’ll definitely see you soon, Camen. The streets are a cold place with no protection. Make sure you lock your door at night.”
I guess he got tired of us because he stood up straight and stormed away. He didn’t even know his time was coming sooner than he realized.
I didn’t even have the appetite to resume eating, because I didn’t want this shit in the first place. Before I could suggest we switch up the breakfast joint to Savior, his phone started ringing. When I glanced down, it read Kale’s name.
He pressed the green icon to answer and the put it on speaker.
“What are you doing out of school, lil’ mama?” he asked.
“I got suspended for three days, and Mommy told Dr. Stokes that she was gonna beat her A-word.”
I cracked the fuck up when she said that while Savior shook his head.
“Where is your mother now?” he asked.
“In the kitchen making breakfast. She said I could have pancakes.”
I rubbed my hands together. “Aye, niecy-poo, go tell yo’ mama that I said make enough for me too. We’re on our way.” That was all she needed to say because now were both on our feet walking. Even though the food wasn’t worth it, I threw a few bills on the table, and we left out of the restaurant.
As if he were in a hurry, Savior drove to his crib like a bat out of hell. This nigga must’ve forgotten that we weren’t in the Bat Mobile, and if we hit something, both of our asses would’ve flown out of this motherfucker. Now I saw why this nigga didn’t drive—because he couldn’t. He messed around and turned a twenty-to-thirty-minute ride to a ten-minute one.
“Remind me not to get my ass back in the car with you. I’ll take my chances with Beck.”
He laughed. “Nigga, you’ve taken countless drives with me, and now you’re on that complaining shit. Yeah, alright. You’re alive, aren’t you?” We stepped off the elevator and walked toward the door.
