Page 160 of Anything Necessary for Her
“This my little brother, Wyatt.” I shook my head as everyone spoke to him while he shoved his phone into my hand so I could snap pictures of him with Cemone, Khari, Unique, and then Shakur.
He’d seen them at the charity event but they were too busy to bullshit and then after the altercation broke out, I made his assleave with me. Therefore, this was the first time he got to truly interact with them.
“I remember you, nigga. You tried to get at my daughter,” Khari said to Wyatt who froze.
“No, sir. No, I just hadn’t seen her before and wanted to make sure I knew everybody, sir.” Wyatt’s voice damn near trembled as he stumbled through that fucking sentence.
“This nigga callingKharisir? The fuck?” Lequay said, sending everybody into laughter.
Eventually, Wyatt laughed, too, keeping his eyes on Khari to be sure it was even cool to do so.
“Oh shit.” He put his fist to his mouth, grinning harder than I’d ever seen since he started swiping through his latest photos of him with the famous Comptons.
“Aight, nigga. We got a lot of work to do, so enough being a groupie.” I shook my head as the brothers laughed.
I gave everybody something to do and work on, and shit went smoothly. At least for the most part it did, until Wyatt began asking Asif to see his bullet wounds.
I tried to send his ass home, but he refused, especially because Analicia, Presley, and Kabrina brought food for everybody at the exact time I was attempting to get rid of his ass.
“Nigga, you getting one of them fucking dad bods.” Unique frowned as Khari stood from painting the baseboards as the brothers guffawed.
“The women like this, especially KK. You need to get rid of that coke bottle shape you got ’fore she leave yo’ ass, bitch,” Khari replied, and that one even had me cracking the fuck up.
“Nigga, what the fuck!” Cemone barked, ceasing all his laughter since Lequay had spit out his sip of soda at Khari’s comment, right onto Cemone’s shirt.
“Nigga, I gotta be this small for the next Night Walker film!” Unique defended, trying to run up on his brother, but a laughing Shakur and Bashar stopped him.
“Let him go. I ain’t had to whup one of my little brother’s asses in a minute.” Khari shoved one of the barbecue meatballs the ladies had brought into his mouth before waving an irate Unique on as the room cracked the fuck up.
The work was finished quicker than expected since the ladies stayed to decorate with all the shit Anastazia bought and because the work was spread around. Not to mention, it was enjoyable listening to the brothers talk shit about each other the entire fucking time. You definitely had to have some tough ass skin to be related to these niggas. It was clear none of the siblings wanted verbal smoke with Khari though.
I could tell it was all out of love, however, and that was how them niggas showed it.
I hoped that Wyatt and I could stay on good enough terms to eventually get to them niggas’ relationship status. Most importantly, though, I never thought I would get back to this point with these niggas, kicking it and laughing at them calling me a ‘Romeo ass nigga’ fromRomeo and Juliet. According to them, I was ready to off myself for Peep.
By nightfall, everybody had helped clean up before going home, and as I was locking up, I spotted Free calling my phone. Hitting the locks on my whip so Wyatt could climb in, I answered.
“What’s good?” I started toward my Maybach.
“She’s back home,” he said, letting me know Gaia had completed her Nikita task and was therefore fully back and ready to be sent on her bigger job.
“Aight. Cool.” I hung up, starting my whip and speeding out of the lot.
I drove Wyatt’s overly excited ass toward the house, shaking my head with a smirk at how this nigga had been grinning all day.
“I can’t believe I know celebrities.” He broke through the silence in the car.
“You don’t, nigga. Them is just Banks’ brothers. Put some years in before you start saying that shit,” I said.
“Well, Banks is my soon-to-be wife, so.” He shrugged, making me chuckle.
“Nah, Banks staying right where she is with daddy. Find you a girl you can handle, preferably in ya class and that gets good ass grades.”
“The freaks don’t get good grades,” he said, shocking the fuck out of me and rendering laughter.
“Not true. My junior year, a chick with straight A’s gave head that proved she was hella smart. That’s all I’m gon’ say.” I disagreed.
Wyatt frowned like he was thinking on the shit as I pulled up to my crib.
