Page 74 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Man, none of them fucking stores had—Cemone Compton.” Wyatt barged in, dropping the liquor store bag containing the drinks and snacks I’d sent his ass to get. “Man, can I get a photo?”

“This my little brother, Wyatt.” I shook my head as everyone spoke to him while he shoved his phone into my hand so I could snap pictures of him with Cemone, Khari, Unique, and then Shakur.

He’d seen them at the charity event but they were too busy to bullshit and then after the altercation broke out, I made his ass leave with me. Therefore, this was the first time he got to truly interact with them.

“I remember you, nigga. You tried to get at my daughter,” Khari said to Wyatt who froze.

“No, sir. No, I just hadn’t seen her before and wanted to make sure I knew everybody, sir.” Wyatt’s voice damn near trembled as he stumbled through that fucking sentence.

“This nigga calling Khari sir? The fuck?” Lequay said, sending everybody into laughter.

Eventually, Wyatt laughed, too, keeping his eyes on Khari to be sure it was even cool to do so.

“Oh shit.” He put his fist to his mouth, grinning harder than I’d ever seen since he started swiping through his latest photos of him with the famous Comptons.

“Aight, nigga. We got a lot of work to do, so enough being a groupie.” I shook my head as the brothers laughed.

I gave everybody something to do and work on, and shit went smoothly. At least for the most part it did, until Wyatt began asking Asif to see his bullet wounds.

I tried to send his ass home, but he refused, especially because Analicia, Presley, and Kabrina brought food for everybody at the exact time I was attempting to get rid of his ass.

“Nigga, you getting one of them fucking dad bods.” Unique frowned as Khari stood from painting the baseboards as the brothers guffawed.

“The women like this, especially KK. You need to get rid of that coke bottle shape you got ’fore she leave yo’ ass, bitch,” Khari replied, and that one even had me cracking the fuck up.

“Nigga, what the fuck!” Cemone barked, ceasing all his laughter since Lequay had spit out his sip of soda at Khari’s comment, right onto Cemone’s shirt.

“Nigga, I gotta be this small for the next Night Walker film!” Unique defended, trying to run up on his brother, but a laughing Shakur and Bashar stopped him.

“Let him go. I ain’t had to whup one of my little brother’s asses in a minute.” Khari shoved one of the barbecue meatballs the ladies had brought into his mouth before waving an irate Unique on as the room cracked the fuck up.

The work was finished quicker than expected since the ladies stayed to decorate with all the shit Anastazia bought and because the work was spread around.

Not to mention, it was enjoyable listening to the brothers talk shit about each other the entire fucking time.

You definitely had to have some tough ass skin to be related to these niggas.

It was clear none of the siblings wanted verbal smoke with Khari though.

I could tell it was all out of love, however, and that was how them niggas showed it.

I hoped that Wyatt and I could stay on good enough terms to eventually get to them niggas’ relationship status.

Most importantly, though, I never thought I would get back to this point with these niggas, kicking it and laughing at them calling me a ‘Romeo ass nigga’ from Romeo and Juliet .

According to them, I was ready to off myself for Peep.

By nightfall, everybody had helped clean up before going home, and as I was locking up, I spotted Free calling my phone. Hitting the locks on my whip so Wyatt could climb in, I answered.

“What’s good?” I started toward my Maybach.

“She’s back home,” he said, letting me know Gaia had completed her Nikita task and was therefore fully back and ready to be sent on her bigger job.

“Aight. Cool.” I hung up, starting my whip and speeding out of the lot.

I drove Wyatt’s overly excited ass toward the house, shaking my head with a smirk at how this nigga had been grinning all day.

“I can’t believe I know celebrities.” He broke through the silence in the car.

“You don’t, nigga. Them is just Banks’ brothers. Put some years in before you start saying that shit,” I said.

“Well, Banks is my soon-to-be wife, so.” He shrugged, making me chuckle.

“Nah, Banks staying right where she is with daddy. Find you a girl you can handle, preferably in ya class and that gets good ass grades.”

“The freaks don’t get good grades,” he said, shocking the fuck out of me and rendering laughter.

“Not true. My junior year, a chick with straight A’s gave head that proved she was hella smart. That’s all I’m gon’ say.” I disagreed.

Wyatt frowned like he was thinking on the shit as I pulled up to my crib.

“I’m hungry, bruh.” He looked to me.

“Order some shit for everybody. I gotta make a run right quick but should be back by the time the food is ready.” I handed off my credit card, the one I’d been able to get after Banks helped me build some credit up.

She was in every aspect of my life at this point—internally and externally.

“I got you.” Wyatt lit up, snatching the card and darting from the car.

I waited until he was inside and then drove off en route to Nikita’s. By the time I got to the corner of the street that her house sat in the middle of, there was an ambulance outside of her crib.

Her nosy ass neighbors somewhat blocked my view, but I could hear her loud screams as her mother attempted to calm her down while they wheeled her into the back of the ambulance truck.

Satisfied for now, until we got the verdict on whether the bitch could still walk or not, I drove off.

Once home, the Chinese food Wyatt had ordered was there, so I ate with him and Waverley, surprised that my mama had made herself a plate.

Though she ate the shit on her lonesome in the living room, it was progress over her choosing whiskey or some other shit as her meal for the night.

I wasn’t gon’ get my fucking hopes up, though, because every time I thought shit would change, it never did.

We didn’t speak as I got Waverley to bed, smoked, showered, brushed my teeth and then dipped out to the St. Thomases’ where my girl was.

“Shhh.” Banks tugged me in through the front door. “Come to my bedroom.”

“Peep—”

“Shh!” She chided me as she pulled me up the double-wide staircase and down the hall to her bedroom.

The house was pretty dark at the moment and quiet as fuck, so I could surmise that her parents were knocked the fuck out. Then again, the house was too big to tell.

“You got a sneaking around kink,” I said as soon as we got into her room, and she jumped on me.

“Less talking and more fucking. I don’t want my parents to wake up.” She kissed me as I gripped her bare ass, realizing she was naked under the robe.

My dick was hard as soon as I saw her pretty ass, but as much as I wanted to fuck her like she’d requested, I’d come too far and respected her people too much to fuck in their crib.

I placed Banks on the bed, chuckling at her salacious smirk, the result of her believing we were about to get shit popping, and then left her room.

Moseying down the hall, I knocked lightly on her parents’ door, and due to all the rustling, I could tell what they were in that muthafucka doing.

“Sup, young nigga?” Prime eventually cracked the door only slightly enough to fit his face through, panting a bit and marginally irritated.

I recognized his frown as he looked me over, and that nigga was definitely pissed about having to pull up out some pussy.

Tampering down my laughter, I said, “Just wanted to let y’all know I was here.”

“Uh, . . . aight. Right. Cool. Guest room is available and um, . . . that’s it?” he questioned, and before I could finish saying ‘yeah,’ the door was closed.

I’d never seen that nigga Prime so scattered, and the shit was comical. I was still chuckling as I slipped back into Banks’s room.

“You can leave, you tattletale.” She was lying on her stomach, scrolling on her iPhone. “And I don’t know what’s so funny.”

Hovering over her from behind, I kissed her sweet-smelling neck and said, “The fact that I interrupted yo’ people fucking.”

“Ugh! What the fuck! They still do that?” Her lip couldn’t curl any more than it had as I laughed. “That’s why his fucking back always hurting now!”

I doubled over in laughter, lips still pressed to Banks’s soft flesh as she giggled too.

“Bruh was hot too. Mama must still got that water. Just like her baby.”

“Shut up, Willow.”

“Aight. Aight.” I kissed her lips once we made eye contact. “Let’s at least go out to the car so we can fuck.” I spoke against her mouth, realizing it would be hard as hell to kick it for the night and not slide up in that.

“No. I’m over it now.” She unlocked her phone, making me fall to her side, groaning.

“I’m not though.” I nodded down toward the tented fabric of my basketball shorts as I lay on my back beside her.

Giggling at me, she showed me her phone screen. I read the few texts, seeing it was someone telling her about Nikita.

“You do this?”

“Nope.” I answered confidently, since it was the truth . . . in a sense.

“So someone randomly beat the shit out of Nikita and directed most of their anger to her spinal cord?”

“Aight, it was me, . . . indirectly.”

“Low.” She sat up abruptly, robe falling open and exposing her perfect though small titties. My eyes instantly locked on them muthafuckas. She noticed and closed her robe up. “Her family is well off, and you could get into some real trouble.”

“I ain’t tripping.” I licked my lips, putting my arms behind my head. “Gaia did it, and if Nikita snitches, she gon’ snitch on her. That’s if her dumb ass didn’t mask up, which I doubt.”

“What if Gaia says you told her to?”

“She won’t, but if she did, she still gotta prove that shit. And I doubt Nikita even saw Gaia. Gaia ain’t dumb enough to do that shit and expose her identity, but if she did, I ain’t worried.”

“She—”

“Relax, Peep.” I tugged on the belt of her robe. “Can I at least get some head?” She rolled her eyes but was smirking as she reached down into my shorts. “Robe off though. You know I like it when you butt ass naked.”

“Yes, daddy.” She dropped the silk garment and positioned herself before lowering down to cover my dick with her warm ass mouth.

“Fuck.” I groaned, pulling my hand from behind my head to caress her ass before sliding my fingers into her pussy from the back.

Today was borderline perfect. Real shit.