Page 158 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Let me prove it you, boss. Anything.” She stared deeply into my eyes, and had Mitch not dropped the dime on her ho ass, I just might’ve believed her.
“I need you to locate somebody and fuck her up. I don’t mean a few punches and bloody noses left in the trail. I need you to do some real fucking damage so she can’t even walk after,” I explained.
“That’s it?” Gaia grinned, delighted at being given such an unchallenging ass task.
She was a hood bitch and fighting—especially grimily—was right up her alley. It was nothing for a bitch like Gaia to slip two blades between her fingers and fight, slicing her opponent’s face with every hit. Whether she could actually fight or not didn’t matter. Gaia had the mentality of a ruffian, and therefore, beating Nikita’s hating ass until she was handicapped was nothing to her.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Okay, who is it?”
“Nikita Johansson, and make sure this shit is carried out perfectly. If that bitch is getting up and walking after, you won’t be walking after. Understood?”
“Absolutely.”
“Cool.” I sat back, studying her. “After you come through on this, you can get back to work. Got a big job for you. You don’t complete it, and you done for good.”
I wasn’t worried about her taking this shit to Booth or to anybody because, for one, she needed to gain my trust, and secondly, her physically assaulting Nikita per my orders was small shit that Booth had no interest in. Detectives like him would most likely slap the shit out of Gaia for even thinking shit like this was enough to take time out of his fucking day to listen to.
I knew dangling that big job in front of her would have her ass salivating and thinking her plan to gain my trust was working. I never let Gaia do anything like what I was about to give her ass, and it was all so she’d get pulled over and arrested, unbeknownst to her.
“No worries. Whoever this ho is, is gonna regret fucking with you. Or . . . was it Banks?”
“Just do what I asked.” I rose, and Gaia nodded excitedly before standing to her feet as well.
I left the room, bypassing Free and giving him an inconspicuous nod to let him know shit was in motion. He mirrored the gesture as I made my way out of the warehouse.
Everybody knew, like Gaia, that until she completed the shit with Nikita, she couldn’t do any other work for me.
Hopping in my whip, I typed in the St. Thomas’ address before driving straight there. It took me about forty minutes due to how far out from the city the warehouse was.
When I pulled up, Prime buzzed me through the gate, and by the time I was pulling around the stone fountain in the driveway, he was standing in his doorway.
“What’s good, young nigga?” He reached out to slap my hand as I neared him.
“What’s good?” I obliged.
“See you got on my same fit.” He nodded at the joggers and wife beater I had on that were identical to his.
I chuckled, not even realizing it.
“Yeah, this my uniform. Your baby girl got me rocking other shit when we go out now though.”
He smirked as he shut the front door, walking off as I followed.
“Banks think she know everything about fashion, so I ain’t surprised,” he said as we stepped down into the den.
“She make everything look good, so I ain’t either,” I replied then caught myself, not knowing how he’d take that shit.
“You can compliment my baby, young nigga. It’d be a problem if you didn’t.” He sunk into the couch. “What’s this about though?”
Sitting on the recliner adjacent to him, I leaned forward.
“I need you to do me a favor and keep Peep busy all day this Saturday. We usually together every ni—weekend, and there ain’t really an excuse to give her as to why we can’t kick it.”
“What’s the reason?”
“I bought her a ballet studio and wanna take the day to paint and install some shit.”
