Page 39 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Okay!” She blubbered as if I would give a fuck.
I couldn’t peel out of that dirt parking lot fast enough, speeding down the street and flying onto the freeway to head back toward the city.
By the time I got to my destination all the way in South Central, an hour had passed, but the problem was still the same. Pulling up onto the corner and not giving a fuck that I was on the sidewalk, I hopped out, causing Wyatt’s eyes to bug out of his fucking head.
Before Wyatt could skate off, I snatched him up by his collar, slamming him into the stone wall of the corner liquor store.
“Where you get this shit from?” I questioned, referencing the drugs he called himself slanging seconds ago.
“I ain’t saying shit!” Wyatt barked.
“Either you tell me or I’m gon’ knock you the fuck out,” I promised, bolting my eyes to his so that everywhere his eyeballs bounced, so did mine. I was dead ass serious.
“I—it was Jojo but?—”
“Bring yo’ ass!” I yanked Wyatt toward my car, tugged the door open, and threw his ass in.
Scared out of his fucking mind, he climbed the rest of the way in as I rounded the front of my shit.
“Quit watching and do what the fuck y’all gotta do!” I hollered out to a few of my workers as well as the random muthafuckas watching too closely.
Everyone dispersed, doing what the fuck I had ordered before I hopped into the driver’s seat, reversing then smashing the gas like a madman.
Pulling up to the discreet trap off Slauson and Gramercy, I parked across the yard and hopped out, snapping on Wyatt to come as well.
Entering the house, I located Jojo coming from what I assumed was the bathroom since I heard the toilet bowl still going.
“Everything aight?” another worker, Landon, queried from the kitchen.
“You gave my brother yo’ work?” I asked Jojo, looking down at his bitch ass menacingly. “Who the fuck you think you is, recruiting muthafuckas?” I stepped closer, inhaling and feasting on his fear like a shark did blood.
His jaw dropped then closed before falling open again as his eyes ricocheted between Wyatt and me.
“Swear I didn’t know that was yo’ brother, boss and?—”
Uninterested in hearing whatever the fuck else he had to say, I hauled off and started fucking him up. I didn’t stop until his body laid limply against the hardwood, blood leaking from a source I couldn’t exactly pin down.
“Make sure he don’t dip when he come to if my people don’t get here first,” I instructed Landon, who nodded profusely in agreement.
I ventured back to the car, with Wyatt trailing me, and as soon as we were inside the whip, he questioned sullenly, “Why you won’t just let me work for you at least for the summer?”
“You need to focus on graduating, Wyatt. You not doing what the fuck I’m doing, and that’s final. You already in summerschool ’cause you was fucking around during regular semester. Let me catch you skipping class again, and I swear you and Jojo gon’ be fucking twins.”
“When I finish school, then what, Low?”
“Go to college or some shit.”
“I ain’t built for that.” I caught him shaking his head when I glanced over briefly at him.
Sighing, I explained, “Look, I do what I do so you and Waverley can have what the fuck y’all need. I don’t do this shit so you can follow behind a nigga. It’s in fact the opposite. If college ain’t for you, find something that is that won’t land you in prison or the cemetery.”
I knew I looked like a fucking hypocrite, but the fact remained that I was doing what I had to do. Wyatt had no reason to, and I wouldn’t allow his ass even if he did.
“Whatever, man.” He pulled his money out to count it before I snatched it. “Low!”
“This my shit. I’m gon’ do that every time you disobey me.” I pocketed it, making him pout like a little bitch in the passenger seat.
I stopped to get the little muthafucka something to eat, as well as something for our mother before dropping him off. I would’ve waited for Waverley to buy food, but she and Wyatt had contrasting palettes, and therefore, it made no sense to wait, especially when he was claiming to be starving.
