Page 2 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Well, I will wait.” I raised a brow, tapping my Givenchy sandal heel and making Low look down at it.

“You grown now, huh?”

“Yep. I always been grown, my age just didn’t reflect it.” I smirked, and he chuckled again, showing his teeth, which were perfect, of course.

I couldn’t say I had a crush on him still, but I found Low to be fine as fuck. Any woman would of course, especially now.

“You funny.”

“Pretty, sexy, smart too. Don’t forget.”

He grunted, trying not to smile as we waited on whomever was supposed to come help with this dead body. My night had taken a crazy ass turn, for sure.

“I won’t,” he finally said, looking off in the distance.

Moments later, his phone beeped, and he walked down the hall to open the heavy gray door. Two men entered the room wearing all black and holding some thick plastic that looked like contractor bags.

Like it was nothing, they bagged the attempted rapist up and took him out as Low watched closely as if waiting to correct any of their movements. As soon as the duo left, Low looked to me with his brows lifted as if to say we were done here.

“I just remembered I need a ride,” I said.

“You still be needing rides?”

“Fuck you!” I laughed. “My friend’s boo and his boy brought us here in a limo, and they left, so I need a ride back to my room. It’s on the strip as well, so it won’t be a far drive.”

Truthfully, I didn’t need a ride. I could’ve taken an Uber, but I wanted to ride with Low.

He checked his phone as if he were thinking, then said, “Come on. Where you staying?” he questioned as soon as I began walking alongside him, headed toward the doors his crew had just left through.

“Caesar’s Palace.”

He nodded just before pushing the door open for me and following me out. I scanned the lot for which car could be his, and when the black-on-black Tahoe lit up, I turned back to him to lift my brows in approval.

“Something light,” he joked before opening the passenger side door for me.

“Can I get some help, please, Willow?” I asked as I stood between the car and opened door.

Tucking his lips in as he stared me in the eyes, he held his hand out for me, so I slipped mine into it and climbed into the good smelling truck.

It didn’t smell like weed and food, like most of the niggas’ around my age cars did.

The leather felt like butter as I buckled up while Low shut the door for me.

Climbing in the driver’s seat, he asked, “You cold? Hot?”

“Nope. I’m just right.”

“Banks.” He said my name, tucking his sexy lips in again as he started to reverse. “You got a fucking mouth on you.”

“All I said was I’m just right.” I giggled, knowing what he meant. It was hard not to flirt with Low’s fine ass.

“Aight.” He declined to go back and forth with me as he pulled off.

I watched him on the sly as he drove, admiring his bone structure, the way he licked his lips, how he seemed to have a lot on his mind as his hand grazed his facial hair.

“Can you stop and get me some food? Thanks,” I threw out, realizing we would be at Caesar’s Palace in less than a minute.

“Aye, nah.” He shook his head. “I’m ’bout to drop yo’ ass off, Banks.”

“Not without some food. I’m hungry.”

He pondered for a minute, then replied, “Drive-thru only.”

“That’s fine.” I stared out of the window. “Anything you see is cool.” It got quiet for a while before I spoke my mind. “I never thought you’d be afraid of my brothers.”

“What?” I saw his brows furrow as he turned into a Del Taco.

“You don’t wanna be seen with me because of my brothers, right?” I quizzed, a little caught off guard.

I never got the impression that Low was afraid of them until right now, when he made it clear a drive-thru was the only option. I could only assume he didn’t want word getting back to them that he was out eating with me.

Low shook his head before replying. “First off, I ain’t scared of no nigga—yo’ brothers included.

But if you ain’t know, Banks, I just beat a nigga to death, and I hadn’t planned on catching a body tonight, so I got shit to do.

So nah, I can’t sit up and eat with you at a restaurant.

And why would you want me to?” He glanced at me.

“Right.” I nodded. “My bad. I kind of forgot about the nigga at the club.” I looked his way, and he shook his head but wore a subtle smirk, thankfully.

“But I wanted to go sit down because I’m very much awake and don’t feel like going out or back to the room, since my best friend is most likely still getting her back blown out. ”

“Well, if I hadn’t just murked a nigga, I would oblige you, baby, but I can’t tonight.” He pulled up to the ordering menu finally and looked my way.

“Just chili cheese fries, I guess. I don’t eat here like that anymore. Is this where you usually take women?” I jested.

Low chuckled softly, and I realized I enjoyed making him smile since he seemed to always be in deep thought.

Low had always been mysterious to me, and because I wasn’t allowed to get to know him, all I knew was his first and last name, that he worked for or with my brother, and that he had people he was taking care of. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I don’t.” He gave me nothing, then quickly ordered my fries. I added on a strawberry lemonade since I recalled Del Taco having the best one, and then he pulled up to the window.

I hadn’t expected for him to pay for my food, but I also didn’t stop him either.

“This is actually fire.” I shoved a forkful of the chili and cheese covered fries into my mouth before he could even make it out of Del Taco’s lot.

“How you know you can eat in my fucking car?” He frowned.

“I’m not a sloppy eater. You will be alright. I’m sure you’ve done worse in here.” I continued eating as he shook his head.

“You talk a lot of shit.”

“I do.” I sipped my lemonade, continuing to devour these piping hot fries with real cheese and not the nasty ass cheese sauce.

“You going out with niggas who don’t feed you?” Low looked me over with a wrinkled forehead as he sat at the red light.

“No. I went with my friend to support her, and of course, her boo brought an extra. We didn’t get along, though, and after what I did, I doubt he’d be trying to feed me.”

“What you do?”

“Kicked him in the nuts when he wouldn’t stop touching me.”

“Touching you?”

“Relax,” I said, and it was like Low caught himself and adjusted his demeanor and position. “He was annoying but harmless. Knee touches, grabbing me from behind, whispering in my ear, trying to hold my hand, just shit like that.”

Low nodded but still looked as if he didn’t like it.

“What was this nigga’s name?”

“None of your business.”

I could tell by the look in Low’s eye he would be trying to hunt down Osiris, and though I didn’t like him, he didn’t deserve Low’s wrath.

Osiris was a play gangster whereas Low was a real one.

However, I did like how ’bout it Low was for me.

It made me think he liked me a little bit.

I knew deep down, though, he was only coming behind me out of respect for my brother.

Low didn’t say anything else as I finished up my food, just as he pulled up in front of Caesar’s Palace at the valet. As I gathered my trash, he parked and climbed out, coming around to help me down and take my brown Del Taco bag from me.

“Keep it parked. I’m coming right back.” He instructed the valet attendant, and though he looked as if he wanted to say something, he chose not to and nodded.

“I didn’t need you to walk me, Low,” I said as he held open the hotel doors for me both times.

He ignored my statement, walking alongside me as we bypassed the casino toward the elevator.

The ride up was silent, and again, I could tell he was in deep thought, making me want to pick his brain, but I decided against it.

He clearly wanted to swim through his thoughts, and I would no longer interrupt him.

“You ain’t got security?” Low questioned finally as we walked down the hall of the hotel toward my suite.

“I do, but I snuck out of the suite to hit the club. I thought he saw me, but judging by tonight’s events, he didn’t. He’s probably panicking right now though.”

Shaking his head for the hundredth time tonight, Low replied, “You gon’ get an innocent man murked.”

“How is he innocent, if my daddy pays him to guard me and I was able to sneak out?” I raised a brow, and Low nodded to agree.

He didn’t say anything as I stood at the door and used my keycard to get inside.

“Stay out of trouble, Banks St. Thomas,” he said in that LA accent only the hood niggas possessed and started off back toward the elevator.

“You too, Willow Harris.” I watched his back for a bit, admiring his gait.

“Willow Harris?” Kailey’s voice called out over the suite, startling me and making me slam the door as I turned around.

“What the fuck are you doing here? What happened to Denny?” I tossed my purse onto the L-shaped writing desk.

“Nigga made it one minute.” Kailey flopped down onto the bed, already in her nightie. I could tell by the glow of her skin, face included, that she’d had her shower. Her brown hair was braided into two French braids, and her pouty lips had been slathered in a lip mask.

“Wait.” I laughed. “What do you mean he made it one minute?” I watched her intently as she bounced her head, eyebrows kissing her hairline. “Bitch, that nigga nutted in a minute?”

“ Maybe fifty seconds, but I’m trying to be nice ’cause he fine and paid.

” She sucked her teeth and lay back on the bed.

“Everything was going good at first too. He ate my pussy— well might I add—and then we started fucking. Once it finally started feeling good, he froze and then started shaking and shit like he was possessed.”

I fell out laughing so hard my cheeks began to tire out from being up by my eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“I wish I wasn’t! I just started shouting ‘No! No, you better not be!’ right before he collapsed on top of me. He had to use his mouth for me to get off once more and then apologized profusely, saying it was wetter than he expected.”

I bellowed, and this time, Kailey joined me.

“Ugh. So you gonna still fuck with him?” I began to remove my jewelry. I needed a shower of my own.

“I am because he gave me this and told me next time, he got me.” She held up two thick ass folds of hundreds.

“I can’t believe he didn’t try again.” I walked to the bathroom to cut the shower on.

“Couldn’t get it up,” she answered dryly as she counted the money out. “But um, was that Willow, as in the Low you used to have a crush on, dropping you off?”

“It was, but it wasn’t anything like that. After you left, some nigga tried to rape me, I assume, and I got the best of him. He tried to get away from me, and we ran into Low.”

“Oh shit. So did y’all fuck?”

“Kailey.” I shot her a look upon returning to the room to gather my toiletries.

“I know. I was hoping. You used to fantasize about losing your virginity to him. Remember?”

I hated that she’d known me so long.

“I do, and I was a damn teenager.”

“Yeah, whatever, ho.” She giggled. “You and Low are meant to be, just like Asif and me.”

“Bitch.” I laughed, her having caught me off guard. “Asif is meant to be with Anastazia.”

“Tomato, tomato.”

“Y’all are literally nothing alike, Kailey.” I giggled.

“I think so. She reminds me of me, so it’s the same thing as him being with me.”

“You wish.” I shook my head at her as I started back toward the bathroom.

“We going shopping tomorrow on that nigga’s dime!” she shouted to me just before I closed the door.

Unfortunately, when I lay down and drifted off that night, I had a dream about Low, just like back in the day.