Page 71 of Regancy & Savior
He didn’t speak. Instead, he held the door to his garage open for me to go out of first.
I stepped through the doorway and stood at the end of the of the massive four-car garage. I never knew what car this man wanted to drive, so I always stood to the side and took note of what key fob he grabbed. He grabbed the fob belonging to the blue Range Rover Sport. Seconds later, I watched him walk over and open the passenger-side door. He stood there for a moment, holding it open so I could get in. Once I was in, he closed the door and went around to his side. Something was on his mind, and I hated that he was one of those people who pondered things before he opened his mind and talked about them.
“Are you for me?” His question came out of nowhere, but there was no hesitation in my answer.
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here, Taurus.” I looked directly at him while his eyes stayed ahead.
“What if I told you that I know who shot me and that I’m handling this shit my way. Would you stay with me if you knew the darkness I held inside?” Now he looked over in my direction. I could tell he was studying my expression and my reaction. He was looking for a reaction that he’d never get from me when he was the subject.
“Then I’d tell you that you better not get caught or shot again. I’d also tell you that I’m not with you for only the bright and sunny days. I’m with you for all of the days, including the dark and gloomy ones. Now if you’re done tryna see if I’m here for the long run, will you tell me what brought about this conversation?”
“I just talked to Savior. Some nigga named Camen is who had us blasted at. The thing about it was I don’t even know who thisnigga is. From what he said, he’s some undercover working on the opposing to help Du?—”
“Jefferies? Camen Jefferies?” I asked.
“Shit, I don’t know. How do you know this nigga?” He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped away at it for a moment before dropping it in the middle and looking at me.
“If we’re talking about the same man, he’s no undercover. He’s a dirty vice agent. He’s one of those ones that the department refuses to fire because he’s somewhat effective. However, he has no credibility or any of that. He’s the department’s fuckup, whether they admit it or not.”
“Have you ever had a run-in with him?” he quizzed.
“Nope, but I know a few attorneys who have.”
Taurus nodded, and as if the subject had passed that fast, he was all in my face. “How you gonna tell me not to get shot again?”
“Because I just did. Now where are we going?” I asked since he was now driving in the opposite direction of where his doctor’s office was.
He chuckled. “Savior’s crib. I’ma just reschedule the tattoo appointment.” He shrugged.
I glared at him. “You mean you just stopped my TV time for a freaking tattoo appointment?” I questioned with narrow eyes. I would’ve hit his ass had he not been driving.
“Hell yeah. I wanna see my name on the small of your back while I hit it from the back.”
“Nigga…” My sentence trailed off because all I could do was shake my head and look at him. He was simply the craziest person I’d ever known.
When we finally arrived to Savior’s, the aroma of Regancy’s cooking hit my nose, and a smile graced my face. When we walked in, I looked around, taking in her whole spread. She hadto already know I was coming because she made all my favorites. My girl had made blueberry pancakes with the cheese eggs. She didn’t disappoint, because the moment I set my purse down and took a seat, I was greeted with the plate that she was holding out for me.
“This homemaker thing kind of fits you, love.” I poked at her.
The glare she sent my way was almost comical. “This shit is a means to an end.” She mugged me.
“Don’t let her lie to you, Lane. She already promised a nigga he could get whatever he wanted out of her.” Savior walked into the kitchen with a smirk. He winked in her direction before addressing Taurus.
Regancy laughed.
“I’m not even tryna figure out what type of entanglements this nigga got you in. I just wanna make sure you got me on a plate. I ain’t demanding like these niggas, sis.” Taurus had to be Taurus.
She laughed and passed him the plate in her hand that she’d just finished making.
He gladly accepted the plate and sat at the island. “See? Blood couldn’t make us any closer. Don’t be pissing my sister off either, Savior. I might not be able to fight yo’ ass these days, but I’ll pop yo’ ass,” he jokingly threatened him.
We laughed. He didn’t give a damn what came out of his mouth, and somehow, I was so used to it. I wondered if that meant I was secretly unhinged as well.Either way, it was what it was.
TAURUS
I sat back against Savior’s sofa, feeling the fuck out of this chestwound. I wasn’t the type to pop pills or depend on anything to make me feel better, so I was toughing this shit out. The problem was some moments were more bearable than others. Right now, I knew I couldn’t get up off this damn couch, nor could I leave. I felt like absolute shit.
“Why won’t you just take the damn medication, Taurus?” Savior asked.
