Page 76 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)
COUPLE WEEKS LATER . . .
“They got her ass, bruh.” Free grinned as he entered the room.
“Good shit. I been busy and ain’t on the phone right now.” I put the last bit of bills through the money counter.
“Yeah, well, yo’ fucking plan worked, but we also got some extra shit going on.” He watched me put the bags into a locked wall. “You cool for me to let Taye in?”
“Go ’head.” I frowned, wondering why the fuck Taye needed to come in here and right now while discussing Gaia’s ass.
Taye slipped in seconds later, running his hand down his face.
“Aye, Gaia’s nigga been combing the streets looking for you and trying to get her some bail money,” he said.
“The fuck?” I snapped.
“Right. Word got back, but we ain’t wanna make no moves until we ran it by you,” Free said.
“I’ll take care of that shit. What else?”
“Apparently, the girl Gaia beat up with the pipe identified her car because her stupid ass used her actual vehicle. So when she got hemmed up in Las Vegas, she learned that they’d be trying to charge her for the drugs, but also they wanna get her for the assault out here in LA.
She may try to speak on that one once she gets extradited since old girl’s people are trying to push for an attempted murder charge. ”
“I ain’t worried ’bout that. By the time she get out here, if she ever do since all that weight is worth more than what she did to Nikita, I’ll have a team back within LAPD.” I shook my head thinking on how Kenneth had fucked everything up.
“Other than that, though, that bitch is done. Any word on the work she had?”
“Jere already on his way here with it.” I bobbed my head, causing Taye and Free to grin widely. “Her nigga ever say anything about where he was gon’ be at?”
“Nah. He a clock-in ass nigga, though, so he shouldn’t be too hard to locate,” Taye said.
“Aight. Good looking out.” I slapped hands with both Free and Taye before we left.
It was still daytime, so instead of going straight to Boyce’s crib to deal with his ass, I handled some business.
The building I’d been able to purchase located on Florence had been coming along nicely. Soon enough, it would be a full-on barbecue spot, dead-smack in the fucking hood, which was where all the business would come from.
The money we’d been making pushing weight had been growing exponentially, and I needed a new way to clean that shit ASAP.
Banks’s idea of me starting my own shit from scratch, getting a business loan, and all the legit shit she put me onto was smart as fuck.
Everything was in motion now, and it felt good to have something I could possibly pass down through my kids if I had them or even just my fucking siblings.
Them damn laundromats and car washes weren’t enough to handle the volume of bread we’d been making, so a nigga was excited.
By the time I was done walking through with the contractor, Davis, and going over shit with a fine-toothed comb, it was dusk, so I drove back to the warehouse to change and switch cars.
Gaia’s nigga was a problem I didn’t want festering in any way, so it was best I took care of that nigga immediately. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t get the benefit of a warning of any fucking kind.
As I slowed to a stop by his street, I parked in the alleyway and then hopped backyards until I was only a few houses down. Keeping my head low despite the hood and ski mask I was wearing, I made my way to the right address and walked woodenly up the porch.
Knocking, I stepped back and pushed my mask up because I was sure Boyce wasn’t dumb enough to open the fucking door for a nigga wearing one. I’d hoped Gaia had at least taught the nigga some street smarts.
“Hey, do you work for—” He stumbled back as soon as he pushed open the screen door since I’d advanced on his ass.
“Gaia is done for, nigga. You should’ve just moved the fuck on with yo’ life,” I told him, taking my heat off my hip and removing the safety.
“Please, if you just give us the money for bail, I swear to God, I will get her out and flee. If I knew where her money was, I would use it, but I don’t!”
“Niggas gon’ lose they life behind friendly pussy for the remaining years humans have on this earth, huh?” I shook my head in disbelief as I twisted on the silencer at the fact that this nigga was willing to risk it all to save a bitch who hopped on other nigga’s dicks.
Soon as I finished, Boyce tried to rush me, causing me to punch his ass in the stomach, dropping him.
“Mr.—” He coughed, clutching his abdomen while sputtering. I sent a kick into his ass just for the fuck of it, making him howl out.
I sent off three silent shots into his face when he opened his mouth again to form words. This shit had taken even longer than I’d planned.
As he lay there bleeding out into his carpet with his eyes wide, I turned my back to the nigga and crept out the same way I’d come in like it was nothing.
Automatically, because I’d done this shit so many times, I drove to the warehouse, smoked, showered, brushed my teeth, then hopped into my own whip before peeling off toward Banks’s townhome.
I had a surprise for my baby and didn’t want that impromptu murder getting in the fucking way.
Pulling up, I used my key to step inside and was instantly hit with the smell of well-seasoned meat, so I knew it was them good ass steaks she made.
“I knew it,” I said as soon as I entered the kitchen to wash my hands as she decorated the baked potatoes with toppings.
“You didn’t know shit,” she joked, grinning as we kissed while I dried off my hands.
I sat at the table while she put the food on the plates and placed one in front of me, then where she planned to sit. Once she was ready, I tugged her chair out before sitting back down.
“This shit is never not fire when you make it.” I chomped on the steak.
“And to think I thought you weren’t gonna make it tonight. You’re like twenty minutes late.” She checked the face of her Rolex.
“Damn. Daddy been that prompt that I can’t be twenty minutes late?” I smirked.
“Yeah, you are prompt. I like that you stand behind what you say, even the time you plan to be here.” She leaned over to kiss me.
“I only do that with you, Peep. I be dragging my feet with other muthafuckas.” I scarfed down most of the buttery, salty potato dressed in bacon, cheese, and sour cream.
“Good. I like being special. I’m the only daughter, so I’ve been conditioned that way.” She smirked, making me chuckle.
We finished the food, her talking about ballet and how much better the vibe was in class now that Nikita wasn’t in it.
I made sure to promise Banks I hadn’t forgotten about Kailey. It was just the nigga who ran Prolific Pointe was elusive as fuck. He was one of those niggas who delegated tasks to everyone else so he could fuck off, and I couldn’t be mad at the nigga. That was what rich folk did.
“For you.” I handed a small box to Banks as soon as she was out the shower and in her short ass nightie. I loved that shit.
“What is this?” She beamed, tearing it open.
“Why do females ask that? Just open the shit and see.” I frowned as she sucked her teeth.
“A passport?” Her forehead creased before she opened it to see my photo, and her mouth fell open. “You got it?”
Banks always talked about wanting to go on what she called a baecation out of the country, but I didn’t have a passport.
The dealings I’d done out of the country were made possible due to a private jet and private landings.
They didn’t give a fuck or check none of that shit.
Wherever Asif told them niggas to fly me, they did.
By saying that, I knew I needed to get my shit in order to be sure I took my baby on as many baecations as she wanted.
“I did.” I nodded my head. “We going on one of them baecations shit.”
“We are? I’m excited, but when and for how long? Because I need to be sure I practice.”
Stepping closer to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, I said, “A week, and don’t worry about none of that shit. I got everything covered. Don’t pack too much either. You gon’ wanna shop out there too.”
“Okay.” She brightened, unable to stop grinning. “My first baecation. I hope I don’t get pregnant.”
“My first one too. Shit, my first vacation period, and no promises on not knocking yo’ fine ass up. You bet not do that splits on my dick out there, though, or you gon’ be a mommy by top of the fucking year.”
She cracked up as I bent down to kiss her. She was laughing, but low-key, I was deadass. Every time she pulled that shit out, especially in reverse, I only lasted about five minutes tops and could barely form a coherent enough sentence to tell her to get off.
“You were right, we do have a lot of firsts together.”
“A whole fucking lot.”
THE NEXT MORNING . . . AROUND 7 A.M.. . .
Entering my spot, I was surprised to see Whitney on the couch watching TV. She usually didn’t awaken until after one or two o’clock, according to my siblings since I was usually always out working still.
“Good morning.” She put a mug to her lips that I assumed was alcohol.
“Morning.” I started past her, but the scent of actual coffee caught me off guard.
“Can you sit for a second, or are you in a rush?” she asked softly in a voice I hadn’t heard her use in a while.
“Depends on what I’m sitting down for, Whitney.” I turned toward her slightly, watching her cringe at the fact that I never called her mama or anything of the like.
“Sit, please.”
“Look, I had a good ass day yesterday, aight? It led into the night, too, so I’m on a little bit of a high.
I’m in love, I got shit in motion, my siblings are good, and I don’t got beef with my girl’s people.
All I wanna do is take a quick thirty-minute nap before I have to clean up then drop off Wyatt and Waverley. ”
“I’m that bad, huh?” She set the mug down slowly.
“I don’t want an invite to ya pity party.” I watched her as she nodded and again was caught off guard by her meek attitude. She usually would’ve been trying to go upside my fucking head by now. “You aight?”