Chapter 6 #2
Immediately, her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I snatched my hand from his and crossed my arms across my chest. What the hell did she mean by wanderer? I definitely don’t have time for this shit right here.
“Get in the car, Regancy,” he demanded in attempt to act like old girl didn’t just tell him she’d see him soon.
“Nah, go see that bitch.” I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. Before I knew it, he had the door open and me boxed in between him and the passenger’s seat.
“Don’t let a bitch that I pay to leave fuck up this moment.”
I still wasn’t getting into the car. “You still pay that bitch to leave or—”
“Didn’t you just hear the bitch say she ain’t heard from me?
Get yo’ hard of hearing ass in the car.” He looked like I was annoying him, but I really didn’t give a fuck.
I was fuming. I stood there for a while, but he didn’t seem like he was gonna move, so eventually, I sat down and allowed him to close the door.
By that time, my momentary bout of jealousy was subsiding.
Seconds later, he got into the driver’s side of the car and glanced over at me. “You hid that shit well.”
“Hid what?” I didn’t bother looking in his direction. I kept my eyes in the direction of the window. I had to still seem mad so it wouldn’t seem like I’d just thrown a meaningless tantrum.
“That crazy shit. I see it all in yo’ fucking eyes and the way you breathing all hard and shit.” He shook his head and started the car. We were a few minutes into the ride before he turned the radio down. “Are you gonna put ya mama’s address in or sit over there pissed off like bec—”
“Stop over at that Popeyes,” I demanded. I could no longer hide the fact that I wasn’t angry anymore. I was more so hungry because he did interrupt my lunch.
“And why the fuck would I do that?” he asked. I didn’t have to look at him to know that his face was screwed up.
“Because I’m hungry.” I leaned forward and keyed my mama’s address into his touchscreen console before sitting back and looking in his direction.
“This is that shit,” he mumbled but turned into the drive thru.
I didn’t respond. I got caught up in my thoughts. Mainly, I was trying to check myself for how jealous I got. I knew I had a temper, but the way it flared back there was new for me. I usually had it in check, and I’d never encountered anyone who prompted such a response from me.
TAURUS
I watched her whip through the streets with Beyoncé blasting through her stereo.
She was comfortable enough to sing along in my presence, and that swelled my heart, but why was she denying me of having her?
I asked myself if I was pushing her too hard and maybe she didn’t know what to do.
That was possible, but what man could go without seeing his woman the way old boy went without seeing Lane?
I had kidnapped her ass all weekend and dared her give me lip about it.
Hell, I even dared her to have any contact with that nigga in my space.
She reached for the knob and turned the radio down. She glanced in my direction before deciding to speak. “Where are we going, Taurus?”
I chuckled. “You’ve been driving in the direction of my house for about fifteen minutes, and now you wanna ask me where we’re going?
You know your way, bae.” I rested back against the passenger’s seat and closed my eyes.
I’d been up since five that morning working on a few new plans, so I was well past tired as fuck.
“You know I cannot just—”
“What is it about him?” I found myself asking.
I was never the type of nigga to second-guess myself, and I knew exactly what the fuck I was getting into when it came to the woman next to me.
But why do I expect more? I expected more because she had become something serious to me in just a short amount of time.
Never was I ever one of those looking for love ass niggas, but that was something.
Well, it could be something if we cultivated it correctly.
I felt her look over at me a few times before she finally spoke.
“History, but it doesn’t halfway compare to this between us.” She cut her eyes between me and the road.
“They why yeen left that nigga alone? Why does it feel like I gotta get blood on my hands for you to see how serious I am about you?”
I felt her look at me again while I peered out at the road as she drove. She had a nigga in the car feeling like a whole bitch.
“But you don’t have to be. Who am I with right now? Where have I been laying my head these last few weeks? And then, as if you give a damn, that man is still in the picture, Taurus. Just say what you want from me.”
“I want you to walk away from that shit and never look back. I want the fact that we ain’t got no fucking history to scare and excite the fuck out of you at the same fucking time. That’s what I want from you, Lane.”
Before she could respond, my phone began to ring. I looked, and it was Savior calling.
“Nigga, didn’t I just leave yo’ ass?” I asked.
“Fuck outta here. I’m calling to see if yo’ ass got that call about Duce getting out.”
“Nah. When the fuck is that supposed to happen?” I asked in complete disbelief.
Duce used to be the third of us until he allowed his pride and heated temper to put him behind a set of bars that he couldn’t escape.
Deep down, I always knew that he wanted me or Savior to crawl behind those bars with him, but that shit wasn’t happening.
Duce put Duce behind those fucking bars, not Taurus or Savior.
“Shit, Lena made sure to say this weekend.”
I laughed. “Hell yeah. She’ll make sure you know he’s getting out. Lil’ mama’s loose ass had been tryna hand you that community shit since he first got picked up.”
He chuckled in my ear. “Don’t nobody want that damn girl. Stop rolling yo’ fucking eyes, Regancy.”
I cracked up. “Damn, my bad, sis. I’m not the speaker type of nigga, and his goofy ass knows that.”
“You’re good, Taurus.”
“Then why the fuck are you still rolling yo’ fucking eyes? I hope they get stuck,” that nigga asked.
“I told Taurus he was good. Not you.” Her voice sounded out.
“Yeah, bet. Anyway, I’ma slide through and show face at whatever that lil’ event is, but that’s about it.”
I nodded and focused on Lane. “I might not even do that. It depends on how I feel that morning.”
He laughed, but I kept a straight face. I was serious, and I knew like he did that no nigga could do the bid that he did and not have no pent-up frustration. Niggas blamed everyone but themselves every day, so it was what it was in my mind.
The moment we made it to my place, I went to the kitchen and requested that Dee make some chicken spaghetti since that was what I was hungry for.
Then I made sure to ask her to cook some garlic bread on the side for Lane because baby loved bread.
Then I made my way down into my movie room, where she was laying across the cushion tapping away on her phone.
When I was within her eyesight, she set her phone on her chest and pursed her lips.
“I heard everything you said, and you’re right. Just let me—”
“You got about two days before I handle shit my way.”
She nodded with a slight smirk. “Now that’s settled. What are we watching?”
“You mean what’s about to be watching us?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean what movie are we watching?” Her whole response was suggestive.
Lane knew what she was doing when she licked her full ass lips and batted her long natural ass eyelashes.
I knew they were naturally hers because I asked her about them one night when we were on the phone.
I wasn’t one of those niggas who liked the bitches with the big fake ass eyelashes.
Then again, I liked everything this damn woman was.
Lane was perfect to me, the only woman that had me damn near begging.
LANE
When I finally did leave Taurus’s home, I took my ass home.
I needed to do some serious soul-searching because it was getting too deep, and I swear I had no objections until I had to remind myself that I was still wearing the ring of another man.
It was just what it was though. Bash never made me feel the way Taurus did.
When I was with Taurus, I felt like I was the only person in the entire world.
He gave me all of his attention, and we just fit.
He was the only person who never seemed to impose on my solitude because when I was around him, I never felt the need for it.
I never felt the need to recharge from his presence because he was like a charger.
I walked into my home. and to my surprise, my mother was sitting on my sofa, which was strategically placed right in front of a mirror that oversaw the front door.
“And where have you been?” Her tone was nosy, and she had a knowing smirk on her face as she followed me into my kitchen.
“I ran a few errands.” I set my purse on the counter and went into my fridge to get something to drink.
She laughed. “I thought I’d stop by and see you, seeing as though you’ve been missing in action. I see your boring ass fiancé at my dinner table more than you. How is that when you’re my daughter?”
“I’ve been busy.” I drank from a bottle of water and looked her over.
She laughed. “With who, and don’t you dare lie to me, Lane Isabella Allen.”
I cracked up laughing before looking at her. I definitely had to choose my words wisely and control my reactions. My mother might not have been a lawyer anymore, but she was still a human lie detector test. “How do you know I was with someone?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence, Lane. Unless you’ve taken a sudden liking to men’s cologne and stayed in a hotel last night, I will continue to assume you were with someone. The same someone that has this big smile on your face and—”
“You came all this way to read me?” I asked. I sighed and walked in the direction of my bedroom.