Page 58 of Anything Necessary for Her
Dabbing the blood trickling down my cheek as I watched my siblings cuddle up beside our mama on the floor, consoling her, I felt like pure shit.
Only a trash ass nigga would backhand his own fucking mother.
Unable to defend myself because there was no defense, I backed away and eventually left the room. Fixing the abrasion on my face in the bathroom while trying my best to tune out my mama going off, screaming in emotional and physical pain while Waverley cried and Wyatt did his best to succor her, I hurried up and exited the house altogether.
As soon as I climbed into my car, lighting a blunt, Free’s name flashed across my screen.
“What’s good? Can’t be bad if you calling my personal cell,” I answered, taking a deep pull on the pungent weed.
“Exactly. Let’s be out tonight, my nigga. Jere, Taye, everybody coming out. We gotta celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” I frowned, not about to tell him I was in the total fucking opposite mood to celebrate. Even Free would look down on a nigga who’d hit his own mother in the face.
“That we young, black, and rich, nigga! What else!” he hollered, pulling a slight chuckle out of me as I expelled smoke.
“Aight,” I conceded. I needed to take my mind off tonight, and watching the homies get into some shit while indulging in my own shit was always the perfect remedy. “Send me the address and shit.”
“Bet.” He hung up.
I went back inside first to freshen up with a shower, before brushing, flossing, and rinsing with mouthwash. I wasn’t thetype of nigga to dress up, so I just threw on some discreet dark Loewe jeans, a long black T-shirt with a wife beater under, Chuck Taylors, then a zip up jacket. After adding on my Richard Mille and my chain then cologne, I headed out, ignoring the text Banks had sent my way.
She was the last person a nigga wanted to speak to. I felt filthy as fuck for what I’d done, and being around her would only make me feel worse. I felt like I was cosplaying to be the nigga she needed when it wasn’t really me. I knew the day would come where she would see past that shit and want nothing to do with a nigga. And getting dissed by Banks would fuck me up for real.
I pulled up to the parking lot of the club in Hollywood, shaking my head at the short Mexican nigga requesting twenty fucking dollars to park. I paid it, letting him know I didn’t wanna be blocked in, to which he agreed, demeanor fearful of me without him expressing it verbally.
I didn’t have to wait in line, being the nigga that I was, so after slapping hands with the big thirsty nigga guarding the door, I swaggered inside in attempt to locate my people.
“Oh shit! This nigga got the leather on!” Free shouted in reference to my motorcycle jacket.
“Hoodie didn’t go with this.” I shrugged, slapping hands with the other niggas on my team and scoping the women already littering the area.
“You the boss, huh?” One girl skated up to me as I sat on the velvet couch, damn near salivating at drinking whiskey straight to complement my high. “I heard him call you that.” She pointed to Taye.
“That’s me,” I stated dryly, putting the glass to my lips and gulping as I bobbed my head to “Like That” by Future.
It was thick tonight, reminding me that it was a Saturday.
“You wanna dance?” the girl inquired, cozying up to a nigga and smiling salaciously.
“I don’t dance, but you can do you,” I let her know.
She stood promptly before positioning herself in my lap to grind against my dick. She was pretty, but her fat ass was prettier, and I was stunned by the fact that my dick was still soft. When Banks sat in my lap minus the grinding, I would be hard enough to be used as a human diving board.
Old girl continued to shake and grind her ass against me, looking back every now and again to see if I liked her moves, but I gave her nothing.
Another girl came closer, sitting next to me and whispering in my ear, “I see you’re not fazed. I can do a better job.”
I only smirked, nudging the one dancing on me out of the way so I could fill my glass back up with liquor. She took her seat back next to me, her and the other bitch rubbing on a nigga as I took the glass of alcohol to the face, feeling good as fuck.
My eyes scanned the club as I drank a third glass, poured by the bitch to my right, before they landed on Banks along with two other girls. She was laughing until she saw me and watched for a bit. Our eyes were locked, unwavering the whole time.
Eventually, she stepped down onto the main floor to come around with her brown-skinned homegirl following behind. I couldn’t read her face, so I didn’t know what she was gonna say as she came over, but I watched the whole time.
“Aye, nah, don’t put ya fucking mouth on me.” I reprimanded the thirsty bitch that was once dancing on me when she licked my neck.
She nodded shamefully before dropping onto her knees before me just as Banks came to the entrance of the VIP.
“We should leave,” the girl sitting on my right suggested.
