Page 179 of Anything Necessary for Her
I could only shake my head as he cackled, sounding and looking like a bonafide house nigga.
“Sup, boss.” Mitch hopped to his feet.
Since he’d dropped the dime on Gaia for me, I wanted him to prove his loyalty, and what better way than to have him murk Detective Booth.
When Asif first started prepping me to take over, he explained that sometimes shit needed to be delegated to other niggas. Once I became top dog, handling everybody that needed to be put in the ground was foolish. At the time, I thought I’d never allow another nigga to take away from me the feeling I got when I watched the life drain from my enemy’s eyes, but here we were.
“Sup. Where my proof?” I locked my hands at the front of my crotch.
Mitch picked up a black bag that emitted a smell I recognized way too well. Unzipping the bag, he peeled the top flap backward just as Free and I stepped forward. We both groaned at the smell and sight of Detective Booth’s head rotting in the bag, though he’d only been murdered yesterday.
Bashar had let me know, as well as my new connect within law enforcement, Murray, that I could enact my plan out on Booth. According to them both, Booth had taken it upon himself to dig into the background of some of the high-risk niggas in the system that they hadn’t been able to lock up yet, hoping to catch a win and get promoted. He was greedy with the shit and therefore hadn’t asked for assistance of any kind—despite telling me had—so thankfully, once he was killed, all this digging into Willow Harris would dissipate, which it had.
“Fuck. What you do?” Free stood back, lip curled.
“Shot him as soon as I walked in the room and then chopped his ass up.” Mitch shrugged, zipping the bag back before walking it over to the big tin tub of acid, submerging everything.
The plan was for Mitch to pretend that like Gaia, he was willing to talk. And since Booth wanted all the credit for catching me up, he hadn’t told anybody about meeting with Mitch. That didn’t work out for him too well since now, he was dead with no one to account for his whereabouts since of course a pussy ass nigga like him was single with no family.
“Good work, nigga.” I slapped hands with Mitch, who visibly relaxed, smiling.
“So we straight now?” he still quizzed.
“We straight.” I stepped back. “Business as usual today though. I got shit to do, but if necessary, you can always hit me,” I told both he and Free, who nodded in reply.
Leaving out that room, I washed my hands and then hopped back in the whip. I ventured straight to the St. Thomas’, keeping my shit on me as I exited my whip and ventured off to the side that led to where the backyard party was.
It was a typical fish fry, hosted by Banks’s maternal grandfather who cooked everything up. The nigga was in good ass shape to be moving about like he was, frying that good ass food.
“Finally.” Banks rushed up to me, so I picked her up to kiss her to eliminate the struggle of her reaching.
She looked good as hell in the short, thin strapped dress and heels, her long dark hair sweeping the middle of her back. And somehow, I was more attracted to her ass knowing what was swimming in her belly. It was wild to think a person would walk this earth who was a combination of us. I’d never thought about that shit until finding out she was pregnant.
I slapped hands and chopped it up with her brothers, eating food with some, drinking with others, and eventually playing cards.
As the sun began setting and everyone kicked back around the big ass firepit, Banks slid into my lap, putting her mouth to my ear.
“Ready?” she whispered, and I nodded. “Okay, everybody. I have something to say. Well Low and I do.” She brightened, making me smile as I looked up at her.
When would Inotbe in awe every time she was around? Each time I saw Banks it was like the first fucking time. And seeing she was truly happy about having our baby made a nigga feel light.
“We know about the promotion already. Ma told us,” Shakur said, and Lisara shot him a look as everyone laughed. “Ain’t my fault you didn’t give her a chance to say it.”
“Well, yes, I did get promoted to principal dancer, but my fiancé and I are gonna have a baby!” Banks shouted then froze as she waited for their reaction.
Her sisters-in-law were overjoyed, judging by their beaming faces, squeals, and them racing to hug her.
“Oh my Lord, she fucking. She fucking, Lord!” Unique fainted, rolling onto the floor.
I tried not to, but I laughed along with everyone else as Banks rolled her eyes while giggling.
“Congratulations, baby girl.” Prime walked up, eyeing us. “I would’ve preferred you be married first and spend some time enjoying your new role, but I doubted you before and learned my fucking lesson.”
We laughed.
When he reached to shake my hand, I said, “If I could marry her tomorrow, I would, but she deserves a big ass wedding.”
Prime nodded, eyes blinking slowly to signal that he believed my words.
