Page 46 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Chill out,” he told her and continued on. I followed, refusing to make eye contact with her as I bypassed her ass. “What?” Low quizzed once we were outside the double glass doors by the pool.

“So has everything with Asif and her people calmed down now?” I asked, having had nothing to say, but I was curious.

When Low’s face contorted as he glanced off with his fine ass, I knew I’d fucked up.

“I thought you pulled me aside to discuss some business shit. You know better than to ask me a fucking personal question,” he chided.

“This is business, considering pissing Asif off could be bad for business. Not to mention, she has some big-time lawyer brother, her father is a?—”

“Look,” he intruded, “that shit ain’t got nothing to do with this and especially yo’ ass.”

“So when you cheat on her and fuck her over, Asif won’t come for everything we’ve been building?”

I needed him to confirm that Banks was another Rue.

Low just regarded me for a beat like he was deciding on whether or not to smack the shit out of me, causing me to recede a bit.

“Make this the last fucking time you ask anything about, talk to, or even speak on Banks St. Thomas. If you do, I swear I will cut yo’ fucking tongue out and put yo’ ass back to work while you bleed the fuck out.

Keep yo’ muthafuckin’ head down and in the game.

You do what I tell you to, and don’t question shit.

Remember, I ain’t a nigga to say shit twice. ” He slipped around me.

“I’m . . . sorry,” I tried to say, but he ignored my ass, leaving me there stupefied for a little while.

Once I was able to gain some composure, drying the few lone tears that had skied down my cheeks, I made an about face to tread back inside of the house.

By the time I got in, I noticed neither Kailey nor Banks were there. Low was gone too, just as well as Taye.

No longer in the mood to party myself, I ventured back through the house, ignoring the rambunctious and salacious party on the way out to the front.

There I found Taye bent over, head in the window of Kailey’s car as she sat in the driver’s side, then Low and Banks off in the distance, clearly in an argument.

I pretended as if I didn’t care when I passed them to my car, climbing inside.

I watched, noticing this argument looked nothing like the ones he’d had with Rue. With Rue, he would be standing there emotionless as she cried and screamed like a banshee, but with Banks, he was just as animated and distressed as she.

Cracking my passenger side window, I ear hustled a bit. Maybe hearing them end it would make me feel better.

“I’m not some bitch you bring to the party to fuck then diss after you nut!” she barked, making Low buck his eyes while shaking his head repeatedly in shock.

“How the fuck I diss you?” He folded his arms.

“Because I told you not to go with that bitch, and you tell me to chill, then leave the room with her ass like I’m one of your puppy dog hos that you can tie to a hydrant until you come back for me!”

“I told you I thought she had some business shit to tell me, Peep. Fuck would I duck off to chop it up with her ass for?” he stressed, handsome face bunched.

“I don’t give a fuck what she needed to discuss! This is a party! She could save that shit for a fucking Monday or something!” Banks snapped.

“It don’t fucking work like that! This shit is ’round the fucking clock!”

“Yeah, well guess what else doesn’t work like that, Willow? If you wanna talk to her so badly, even when I don’t want you to, that’s who you need to be fucking.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulder, then added, “And while you fuck her, I’ll find me somebody else too.” She started off.

“So you gon’ fuck two niggas in one night?” His words halted her steps, making me smile deviously at the fact that this was going downhill.

“Yep!”

“So you a ho?”

“I’m about to be.” She resumed her effort to switch past him.

“Not in there with them niggas, you not. They ain’t trying to die over an offer of some pussy and nothing more. ’Cause you not giving that pussy away till I’m done with that shit.” He gripped her arm.

“When is that?”

“Never.” He brought her into him, holding her against her will as I rolled my eyes. “Gaia is a worker, nothing else. We do discuss work shit, Peep.”

“So that bitch knows more than Free or Jere or Taye? ’Cause they sure ain’t have shit to tell you, so nothing important or dire had happened, clearly.” She shook her head with a humorless chuckle, trying to get out of his embrace. “Next time, I’m gon’ slap both of y’all.”

Low just stared down at her, sexy arms rounding her body as he licked his full lips.

I was waiting for him to tell her this was too much, but instead, he dropped his hands to her ass to squeeze while kissing her neck.

When she giggled, I realized their stupid fight wasn’t going to go where I needed it to.

“You right.” He pecked her forehead.

“Bitch, I see you over there listening! Don’t get excited, ’cause I ain’t ever leaving this nigga alone.

You can’t dupe me out of my spot! I’m not Rue!

I’ll beat your ass and have some niggas pull up!

” Banks seemingly read my mind, startling me at the boom of her voice and the fact that she was addressing me.

“Ah!” I screamed when she tossed a girl’s red Solo cup filled to the brim at my car, causing some of the liquid to spill over my cracked window and splash onto me a bit.

“What you wanna do?” Low ignored her semi assault of me as I wiped sticky alcohol from the side of my face using my forearm.

Typically, I would’ve hopped out this car on her ass, but I knew Low wouldn’t have it.

“I’m leaving.” She pointed over his shoulder to Kailey’s car now that Taye was on the driver’s side, still macking on her friend.

“Nah. You told me the issue, and I’m gon’ correct that shit, make sure it don’t happen again. I told you I can’t let you break up with me, Peep.” He pulled her closer, making me roll my eyes.

I wanted to pull off, but I also didn’t want her to think she’d checked me, . . . even though she did. By saying that, I had to let a little time pass to prove she couldn’t make me do anything.

She cupped his face. “We’re not breaking up, Willow. We’re arguing.” She kissed him, needing to stand on her tiptoes, even though she had on heels.

“I need you to stay with me or leave with me. I don’t want you leaving with Kailey. I want seconds since you can fuck again with yo’ fast ass.” He threw her over his shoulder and started toward the side of the house where the outdoor entrance of the sunroom they’d been fucking in was.

“You’ll be lucky if you can fuck me again!” she shouted, dangling over his back.

“Girl, shut up! You know damn well you about to let him smash! Got me in my damn car as if we were about to actually leave!” Kailey fussed at her best friend, making the few people outside laugh.

Having heard enough to know I wouldn’t get my wish tonight, I started my vehicle as Taye followed behind Kailey like a dog back into Free’s house. Banks and Low had already disappeared around the corner to the sunroom, so I sped off, not wanting to think about what I had seen earlier.

After parking in my driveway half an hour later, since there was no traffic coming from Free’s far ass house this late, I grabbed my phone and turned off the focus setting.

As soon as I did, I saw Boyce had been blowing me up, and rightfully so, since I told him I’d be home by eleven and it was now one a.m.

As soundlessly as possible, I slipped inside the house and started for the bathroom so I could quickly brush the alcohol and weed from my mouth then shower.

Once out, I put on pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt—a silent notification to Boyce that I wouldn’t be fucking him tonight.

I wasn’t in the mood after all the interactions with Low and Banks, and hadn’t been able to scrub the sight of them fucking in the sunroom from my mind yet.

I had to remember, though, that Low was damaged and incapable of being a good man because of all his undisclosed trauma.

And while Banks may have thought she found her soulmate, soon enough, she would be like Rue—depressed, looking crazy behind a nigga, and begging for him to give a fuck about how he treated her.

Banks would probably be worse, though, because she was irate over Low just talking to me, while Rue had to endure Low actually fucking bitches in a room at parties while she sat in the living room pretending to be oblivious.

Banks would probably slit her throat once Low started to give her that treatment.

It would be nice to witness her spoiled and conceited ass get treated like garbage though.

I hated when he did that foul shit to Rue too—for my own personal reasons and feelings—because Low seemed to only want pussy from me when there were no other options around.

“Yo’ phone broke?” Boyce asked as soon as my bones seemed to settle on the cool sheets and comfortable bed.

Keeping my eyes closed, I sighed. I was hoping he’d been asleep because I wasn’t in the best of moods.

Rue being out of the picture for the last couple years had been a relief, but with Banks coming and having Low wrapped up in her in ways Rue probably prayed at night for, was stressing me the hell out.

“I don’t have it on like that when I’m working. I turned on my focus, which I know you saw.”

“Yeah, but I should be able to break through that shit, Gaia.” Boyce turned over to face me, and I only knew it because of how much the mattress had bounced at his heavy body rotating.

“You fucking Low again?” he questioned, causing me to grunt.

I wished. I hadn’t gotten any dick from Low in a long ass time.