Page 87 of Anything Necessary for Her
My dick hardened slightly, well before she whispered, “Maybe my gag reflexes. I thought sucking dick was like a chore you just did to shut your nigga up, but I like it.”
I ran a hand down my face, shaking my head and praying Banks never got the urge to put her mouth on another man, because I would murk him, no questions, no tough talk, no threats beforehand either. Just pure, on sight murder.
“I’ll get you any fucking thing you want from Starbucks, Peep.”
She hollered in laughter before the subject swiftly changed, and by the time I was pulling back up to Prolific Pointe, I somehow had forgotten all about my fucking mother.
I stepped on the blunt I’d been smoking outside the warehouse, just as Free pulled up and Gaia stepped out. She started talking, but Banks texting my phone had my undivided attention. She could make the least interesting shit intriguing. At the moment, she was explaining the difference between a hot comb and a flat iron, and for a nigga who rocked a fade, I was beyond enthralled.
She was so smart, confident, and sure of her fucking self, making it feel like a privilege to call her mine. The fact that she had the fucking gall to be beautiful, sexy, and have some of the wettest pussy I’d ever been in seemed unfair to the female specie. A nigga could only downgrade from Banks, in every aspect. No upgrades existed.
“You ready?” Free stepped out of his car, frowning at Gaia. “You see me sitting in the car waiting and shit!”
“Nigga, I don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about!” Gaia fussed back.
“We gotta go check the fucking traps, dummy!” Free scoffed.
He didn’t care for Gaia for the same reasons Asif didn’t. Free felt like she acted too entitled to be newer than most of the crew and for no reason. Gaia was tough, smart, and knew her shit when it came to the game, but she walked around thismuthafucka like she was Pablo Escobar at times, and mainly because I had hit.
“Huh? I usually do that with Low.”
“Not no more. I don’t need to be babysitting and monitoring and shit. Free can do that. I got other shit I have to focus on,” I explained, even though I didn’t have to. It would be the last time though.
“I don’t wanna go with him though!”
“I don’t wanna go with yo’ baldheaded ass either!” Free barked back, making me shoot him a look to stop egging shit on.
He conceded, turning his lip up at Gaia before descending back into his driver’s seat.
“Free is above you. That mean he dictates and is second in command?—”
“Since when?—”
“Since right muthafuckin’ now. Quit wasting my time and get to fucking work, Gaia. And if Free reports back anything other than you being a subordinate fucking worker, I’m gon’ handle you personally, no second in command needed.”
She stepped back from me out of reflex, eyes misted over with a medley of fright and confusion.
“What you grinning for, nigga?” Free yelled out the window since I’d laid my eyes on my phone after speaking my piece to Gaia. “Got ya first girlfriend and don’t know how to fucking act!”
“Rue was his first,” I heard Gaia correct.
Banks had sent a photo of her freshly done hair her mama had blessed her with, and I got caught up admiring her onyx skin, striking eyes, long hair, and the pure sexiness that spilled from the simple photo alone. The way her full lips pulled into a faint smirk was my favorite. I loved when she did that shit.
“Rue was his first main anytime pussy. You his second,” Free retorted as I admired the photo on my device. “How many timeshas this nigga took you or Rue on a date, bought y’all asses flowers, gifts, or even smiled at y’all asses?”
I typed back, telling Banks she was too fucking distracting and to leave me alone, before pocketing my shit. When I picked my head up, I caught Gaia watching me intently.
She’d been quiet, clearly pondering on Free’s assessment before saying to me, “You must really like that Banks girl. I’ve never seen you fight over a woman like at the park that day.”
“Like is an understatement. Go.” I nodded toward Free’s car.
Without another word, she jogged away, banging on the window for Free to unlock the door. Before she was even in the car fully, he mashed the gas pedal in reverse, causing her to scream out.
I could only shake my head, letting out a slight chuckle as I ventured back inside the warehouse.
I did some work, mentally calculating all the bricks left, where they needed to go next, and how much each team needed to have back to a nigga. I only kept records in my head because only a fucking dummy would write such incriminating shit down.
I heard scant footsteps in the distance, since I always kept the warehouse preternaturally quiet. Playing music and having too much boisterous conversation was how niggas got fucked over and caught up.
