Page 116 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Banks told me you like steak, so that’s what we’re having, Low, as well as some lobster, shrimp, or chicken. Your choice,” Lisara said to me.
“Can I have all four?” I grinned, making the table chuckle . . . well, the table minus Prime.
“Of course!” Lisara touched my hand briefly, making Prime subtly jerk his neck back and give her a look.
I grinned but kept my face down so no one would see. His reaction was hilarious.
“Don’t even start. How many times did I have to overhear you call Presley and Anastazia beautiful?” She lifted a brow.
“For my sons. I wasn’t talking about for me.” He finally gave me some eye contact, and I realized it was because he wantedan ally. He was on his own though. “All my daughters-in-law are beautiful.”
“They are, but I’m talking about you mentioning them several times, Chianti.”
He paused, Banks and I chuckling because it was clear he had no rebuttal.
“Point is, you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even till this day.” He smirked.
“Good answer, Daddy.” Banks nodded as the chefs brought in champagne and some type of salad appetizer with strawberries, pecans, and what appeared to be mozzarella cheese balls.
“Good andtrueanswer.” He lifted Lisara’s hand to kiss, and she rotated her eyes jokingly.
We put in our orders, Prime and I getting the steak, chicken, lobster, and shrimp, while Banks and her mother opted for the steak and lobster only.
I polished off the salad that though it didn’t look like it had any dressing, was clearly doused in some type of sweet shit that made it pretty good. Prime brought out a bottle of whiskey, surprisingly offering me a glass after realizing I was barely drinking the champagne on the table.
“So, Low, I feel like I know you but not really. You’ve come over so many times over the years, but we barely talked. How did you and Banks even come back in contact?” Lisara put her flute to her lips.
“She teaches the dance class my baby sister Waverley goes to,” I replied, opting to leave out the fact that we bonded in Vegas over a dead body prior to that.
“Ohh, you have a little sister. Any other siblings?”
“Younger brother named Wyatt.” I nodded, sipping my liquor because I knew we were veering toward parent territory.
“Yeah, his brother was a little reckless, so I got him a job at Shakur’s diner, and he helps out a couple times a week at Stazi’s center,” Banks chimed in, saving me a bit.
“Oh, okay. A lot of times these bad teens need something to do. Khari was like that, which was why I had to tell him he had to take rapping serious or get a job. Every time he left that damn house I wanted to know if he was clocking in or recording. I’m sure he lied sometimes, but I was on his ass.”
“That’s probably why he actually made it,” I said, and she smiled, nodding. “Banks got that same fire in her ’cause she scared my bro straight.”
Lisara and even Prime laughed at that, landing their eyes on their daughter in amusement as she shrugged playfully while batting her lashes.
“In my defense, he tried to get buck with me, so I had to check his young self.” She tossed her hair back over her shoulder.
We chatted some more, Prime rarely if ever interjecting. He mainly stared me down unless he was eating or drinking.
Then after dessert, he asked, “You smoke cigars, young nigga?”
“I can.” I rose like he had.
“Aight. I’ll bring him back in a bit,” he told Banks, waving for me to follow him out of the dining room.
We exited, then went down a long ass hall, down a spiral staircase, and then entered into a semi dark room with a balcony. The shit was fly, looking like a cigar lounge you’d find out in the city somewhere, but the shit was right in his damn house.
Prime gestured for me to have a seat in one of the plush chairs beside him before opening a wooden case filled with cigars. Taking one, I waited for him to hand over the lighter so I could light my own. I was happy he did that because Ididn’t really care for letting another nigga light some shit I was smoking, and I would’ve hated to offend Banks’s pops.
We took some puffs in silence, both having a clear view through the double glass doors that outlooked over his balcony. His backyard was vast, which I already knew, but the mountain view from here made sense as to why the chairs were positioned here and why this room was in this location.
“You had a bad scar last time I seen you.” He pointed under his own eye, exactly where mine was. “How that happen?”
