Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings Book 9)

by Shvonne Latrice

“Asif is in his thirties, and you are twenty-two. That’s nasty.” “Exactly. He’s nasty, I’m nasty, so we can be two nasty muthafuckas together. I haven’t seen a dick that big since.”

“Other than dancing, I would say going to brunch. I love going with Kailey and my sisters-in-law, but I can’t wait until Sophie, my niece, grows up and can drink. She loves brunch, but not my type of brunch that involves liquor.”

That lil girl was always talkibg about some brunch too...lol

Even Bambi was here with her fiancé Adam.

Yesss Bambi!

“Speaking of carrying heat, do you shoot? Fight? Shit, pinch people? ’Cause you gon’ need to.” Cemone finally spoke. “Man, hell nah! That nigga look like he’ll send Banks to find out what a noise is in the house. Old ‘I’m scared too, baby’ ass nigga.” Unique answered for Trayvon.

“Peeps? Like the marshmallow ducks?” I frowned, and he smirked slightly with a quick bob of his head. “When I was younger, like seven and eight, my mama used to bring ’em to me because she knew I loved ’em. This was way back when you could only get them muthafuckas during Easter. So getting ’em outside of that holiday was like a treasure for real.” He reminisced. “And every time I would see her pull a box out of the bag, every bad thought, problem, or worry I had would vanish for the moment. You give me that same feeling.” The corners of his mouth lifted subtly into the faintest smile. “Matter fact, that’s yo’ new name—Peep.”

She was too beautiful, like she belonged in a painting or some shit. She looked a lot like her mama with hints of her pops, especially the eyes and nose, but it was making sense to me right in this moment why that nigga Prime didn’t give a fuck that Lisara had six kids.

Breaking up with Rue hadn’t done the trick, so I had a threesome with her best friend, Koi, who’d been throwing the pussy at me since I met Rue, and a bitch I had her pick out at the club. After that shit, Rue stopped wanting me.

What kind of dumb shit!

I guess it was a good thing Banks didn’t wanna fuck with me if she was causing a nigga to have panic attacks and shit.

He is so gone…a whole panic attack over this girl.

Having to beef with or possibly fight my brother/mentor/low-key father figure would be tough, but I would do anything necessary to keep Banks.

“I don’t own the world, but anything in my possession, you can have it. You already got it.”

“I want you to know though that I’m only trusting you because it’s what she wants, but also because I think you can do it. I’m a man in love myself, and I know that fucking look you got. I recognize that thought process when it come to yo’ lady. That’s what I need to see.”

“She make me wanna do shit, be better, try food I would never fuck with, vacation, and actually live life instead of just being a fucking workhorse for my people until this lifestyle sends a nigga six feet under. I’m in awe of her, and I don’t know much, but I know that type of woman only comes across niggas like me once every few fucking lifetimes.”

I ain’t in the business of humbling women—no nigga should be. You fuck with the women you can afford, not try to make her affordable.”

“Bitch, I see you over there listening! Don’t get excited, ’cause I ain’t ever leaving this nigga alone. You can’t dupe me out of my spot! I’m not Rue! I’ll beat your ass and have some niggas pull up!”

“Nah, you see what the fuck I deal with. She rubbing on a nigga, complimenting me, biting lips, not wearing panties and shit. That’s what she do, then when I fold her hot pussy ass up and give her one of these, she run off to y’all like I’m the problem.” He broke it down as both Anastazia and I fell out in laughter.

She make me wanna do shit I ain’t used to doing and makes me wanna sacrifice in ways I never would for a random female. I get excited waking up just because I know at some point, I’m gon’ see her or talk to her. I don’t even know what the fuck I was doing before I met her.”

“She not gon’ lose nobody. That ain’t in our nature to stop talking over some shit like this. For one, you seem to really wanna do right by her, and secondly, if I or her brothers felt you was gon’ bring her harm, we’d just murk you. Wouldn’t be no estrangement over you ’cause you’d be a memory.”

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t try to help you when you become his neglected baby mother, sitting up all night waiting for his prison calls or having to show your child photos of him ’cause he’s dead.” She laughed morbidly.

Just trifling!

“Not today, no. Honestly, ever since that friend of yours hit me, I haven’t had an authentic urge.

Not Banks knocked the alcoholism out of her.

“They fucking. I can’t.” Unique palmed his mouth, staring at Banks and me in disbelief.

I’ve never met anybody like you, let alone a woman like you. And to know that you even looked my way and actually fell in love with a nigga is mind-boggling. When I ask if you’d do me the honor of becoming my wife, Peep, I really mean that shit, baby. It would be an honor to continue experiencing you for the rest of my life. Yo’ light is so damn bright that I don’t think I could ever really possess you, so experiencing you is the next best thing. Life don’t really life without you, baby, so would you please, please spend the rest of mine with me?”

“Oh my Lord, she fucking. She fucking, Lord!” Unique fainted, rolling onto the floor.