Page 64 of Regancy & Savior
They walked further into the room and stood in front of my bed peering at me. “Mr. White, we’re glad to see you’re awake, and now we need your help in finding out who tried to kill you. I’m Detective Gerald, and this is Detective Evan. We just need you to tell us what you were doing at Finlan?—”
The laughter behind them ended their question. “Y’all must be new or wanna earn a fucking promotion because no police chief in the world would send you two green motherfuckers in this room.” Savior’s voice alerted me to his presence at the door.
“And you are?” Detective Evan turned and looked at Savior.
“None of ya fucking business.”
“Well, we’re just doing our jobs,” the second of the two said. I didn’t miss the way he said that. Then I allowed my eyes to gloss over them. Neither of them flashed their badges, and they weren’t wearing normal detective type clothes.
“Well, do me a favor and go do that shit elsewhere,” this rude ass nigga countered.
“You’re a piece of work. You don’t know who you’re talk—” The one introduced as Evan started.
“Cool down.” Gerald quieted his partner before his eyes glossed over the room. The glimmer in his expression let me know that he knew exactly who we were. “I’d check my tone if I were you, Mr. Jones. Things can get really messy in places like this.”
“That a threat?” I asked.
“Take it how you want, Mr. White.”
He confirmed my assumption the moment he said Savior’s last name. They knew who we were, and they weren’t no damn Chicago police. I could tell by the smug grin on Gerald’s face and the attitude on the other.
In true Savior fashion, he laughed old dude off before shooting him a glare that dared him to try some shit. “I suggest you get yo’ ass up out of the room before I make yo’ ass make do on that lil’ ass threat, fed.” He taunted old dude.
They nodded and were both gone as soon as they came. The next person through the door after that was Regancy. She was holding two paper cups that I assumed to be filled with caffeine. I just knew one was Lane’s because she couldn’t live without that shit, let alone go a day or so without it. She claimed she got migraines and didn’t feel well without it. I told her that was crackhead behavior. Then I fucked around and still bought one of those expensive ass pod coffee machines so she could spend nights at my crib and not have a nigga up at the crack of dawn on a fucking caffeine run with her ass.
The ladies ended up leaving Savior and I alone for a moment, which was exactly what we needed. I needed to be caught up on what was going on before I busted out of this bitch tonight.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” he admitted.
“Good, then I got yo’ ass back for Christmas Eve.” I shook my head. “But shidd, the way my chest feels, I’m about ready to 50 Cent this shit. I’m wearing a bulletproof vest err’where.”
He chuckled. I could tell by the way he looked at the floor he had a lot on his mind.
“Lay it all out.” I looked at him seriously. I was over the small talk.
“They dropped Amil off hours later at his mom’s crib. Just like we thought, those weren’t no damn cops. I told him to lay low until yo’ ass left the woods. Now you’re out, and things havejust gotten started. They want me and you. My guess is Duce dangled us in order to get out early.”
“So what do you wanna do?” I questioned, looking at the ceiling. It wasn’t the first time a cop or fed wanted our heads, and it damn sure wouldn’t be the last. This type of shit came with the territory.
“He’s gonna cooperate and give them exactly what they want.”
I looked at Savior, confused. What the hell did he mean cooperate? With this nigga, I never fucking knew. He had one of those sinister minds where he thought shit out over and over until he hatched the perfect plan. Then he wouldn’t disclose the plan until it was in motion.This nigga.
LANE
I’d never loved anybody the way I realized that I loved Taurus. When I got the call that he’d been shot, everything around me went silent. It was almost like I went deaf until I was in front of him and the sound of the beeping machines and oxygen tanks filled my ears. The type of love I had for this man was the type that had me wanting to commit the most heinous acts to those who tried to take him from my world. Then, as if that wasn’tenough, I stayed here day in and out for exactly four days, seven hours, and fifty-two minutes watching him sleep. With every passing moment, I grew more and more eager to see him open his eyes and hear him give me shit for how puffy my own eyes were. Then here I was talking to Regancy over a cup of coffee, and it still didn’t feel real. My body was coming down off the fight or flight hormone that had somehow been keeping memoving all week.He’s fine, Lane!I continuously had to remindmyself.
“You can stop shaking now. He’s fine.” She placed her hand on my thigh to stop the nervous tremor that I seem to have just developed.
“I know. I just keep thinking about if he didn’t wake up.” I wiped a tear from my eye before it could escape my lids.
“But he did, and he’s the same asshole he will always be, so stop allowing your mind to conjure up all of those what-ifs. Remember you told me that? Or have you forgotten?”
I chuckled a little. She was using my words against me for once. “You’re right.”
“I know I’m right, but that’s not the point.” She had a sympathetic expression on her face that washed away the moment a pain-stricken expression filled her face. “Shit,” she moaned lowly.
“Are you okay?” I asked, immediately concerned.
