Page 131 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Aye, make sure nobody else comes over here asking groupie shit,” I told our waitress, and she nodded, again looking at Banks once more before switching off.
“You fucked her before?” Banks queried.
“She tried to suck my dick before, and I was ’bout to let her, but some shit popped off, so I had to dip.”
“No wonder she’s sizing me up.” Folding her arms, she added, “I’m gon’ check her ass when she brings them drinks.”
I could only chuckle, knowing Banks’s mind couldn’t be changed once made up, just like her fucking brothers. She didn’t realize, though, that she was just as ‘famous’ as her siblings because of who she was connected to, and a bitch sizing her up could’ve been just because of that.
The rest of the meal went cool, and Banks was true to her word, checking the girl for eyeing her and then telling the manager to give us someone else to tend to the table, to which he complied.
We left, headed to the car, but when I saw bitch ass Detective Booth standing outside of the establishment with his hands sunken into the pockets of his slacks, my heart stalled. This was the wrong fucking time, with my siblings and girl in tow.
“Mr. Harris, you mind if I speak?—”
“Nah. I’m busy and got my people with me.” I hit the locks on my whip and bobbed my head at Wyatt to take Waverley to the car.
Thank God the little nigga listened, and I didn’t have to get in his ass in front of this detective. He did try to gauge the situation before he followed my demand though.
Booth snickered, wiping his mouth before landing his eyes on Banks and saying, “Detective Booth.”
When he stuck his hand out to shake hers, I stepped in front of her.
“Like I said, this ain’t the fucking time.”
He studied me for a beat, staring up into my eyes before saying, “Come to the station very soon, Mr. Harris, or else.”
He walked off with his stupid ass, and I watched for a moment, running through a rolodex of people I could hit up to slide through on that nigga tonight so he’d be a memory by sunrise. However, I needed to know why my connect wasn’t deading this shit as soon as my name came up.
“What is he wanting to talk about?” Banks asked as I led her to the car. “Please tell me it’s not what I think.” She peered up into my eyes as she stood between the ajar car door and her seat. Her pretty ass eyes were bubbling over with uneasiness.
“Get in the car, Peep.” I gripped the door handle tightly. “This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”
If she thought I was about to let her be some new-aged Bonnie to my Clyde, she was crazy for real. I’d suffer behind bars for eternity, drowning in thoughts of her making another nigga as happy as she made me before I allowed it.
Thankfully, she read my energy and agreed.
Hittingmy key fob to lock my car, I stepped onto the sidewalk before going up to the door and ringing the bell of Scotland’s nail shop. She answered promptly, smiling at me brightly, and I wasn’t sure why it caught me off guard.
“Your original appointment was two weeks ago, Miss St. Thomas.” She hugged me and then locked the door once I crossed over the threshold.
It smelled sweet in here, like always, making me crave cotton candy or something.
“I felt weird about coming,” I spoke truthfully. When I realized the nail appointment was coming up, I promptly texted her to cancel. That was against her policy, but because I never did that and was her sister-in-law, she granted it.
Scotland’s lids lowered in confusion as she took me in, hand on her hip. She wore tights and a tube top, her body slowlyreturning to its original form after having birthed her fourth son. Her pregnancy glow was still prevalent, however.
“Weird wh—because of Lequay?” Her eyes bucked in astonishment.
“He is your man.” I set my purse in the chair next to the one I’d be seated in.
Scotland sucked her teeth as she rounded the station to take her own seat.
“Banks, we’re sisters, so regardless of whether Lequay is mad at you or not, that has nothing to do with us,” she clarified.
I pursed my lips, cocking my head skeptically.
“I don’t know if I believe that.”
