Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings Book 9)

by Shvonne Latrice

When his face registered in my brain, my heart rate sped up at the sight of him. Willow Harris.

I had a crush on Low for a while when I was a teenager, but between him making it pretty obvious that he wasn’t interested, my brothers forbidding it, focusing on college, and Low coming around less due to Asif giving him more responsibility, especially out of town, my crush waned and eventually vanished. By saying that, I hadn’t interacted with Low in a while. Shit, I hadn’t seen him in a while.

“First off, I ain’t scared of no nigga—yo’ brothers included. But if you ain’t know, Banks, I just beat a nigga to death, and I hadn’t planned on catching a body tonight, so I got shit to do. So nah, I can’t sit up and eat with you at a restaurant. And why would you want me to?” He glanced at me.

Those benefits would only be them spending money to get me food, drive me places, and anything else I wanted them to do. Fucking wasn’t on the table. I would never fuck a pussy nigga. By saying that, I was twenty-two and a virgin.

“Never thought I’d see my baby sister with a nigga whose beard don’t fucking connect.” Unique shook his head, and everyone’s jaws dropped, clearly trying to attenuate their laughter.

“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.

“You knew long before today you could get whatever you want from me, Banks.”

“She told me if I missed a day or didn’t show up, she would shoot me then fuck you so that you wouldn’t care.”

You fuck with the women you can afford, not try to make her affordable.”

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