Page 7 of Anything Necessary for Her
Brenden, aka the attempted rapist from Las Vegas, was the mayor’s son?
“What the fuck?” I mumbled, making Kailey stand next to me and Trayvon hug me from behind. I let it slide because I was too stunned.
“We will be using all resources to find him, hopefully alive. If not alive, whomever is responsible will pay greatly. Brenden was a good boy, and I didn’t want him going to Las Vegas because of the nature of the city. Looks like I was right.” The mayor got choked up a bit before pulling himself together in a millisecond. “If you saw or know anything, please contact LAPD or LVMPD. If the leads check out, we are issuing a five hundred-thousand-dollar reward.”
Brenden was far from a good boy, considering he tried to assault me and had coke stains on his nose.
I did everything to keep my jaw from sweeping the floor, because of all the people Low could’ve murdered, it had to be someone important. I wondered if he was seeing this shit, but if not, I would make sure he knew. I felt even worse than I did that night, because this shit was all my damn fault.
“You okay?” Kailey quizzed.
“Ye-yeah. I was just shocked it happened the same weekend we went,” I said.
“Hope you didn’t have too much fun.” Trayvon whispered to me, and unlike any other time, his breath against my ear annoyed the fuck out of me, reminding me of Osiris.
“You just gotta let everybody know you bagged Banks St. Thomas, huh?” A boy named Gary walked up, tipping his red cup and gulping down the contents.
“I do.” Trayvon smirked.
“Except you haven’t.” I moved from his embrace and sat back down at the table. Trayvon joined, along with Kailey and some more people as “Pardon Me” by Lil Yachty blasted.
“All because of that one thing?” Trayvon asked lowly but seriously.
“It’s not just the one thing. It’s important. I’m not gonna be with a man who is afraid of anything.” I took the cup that our other homegirl Princess brought us. She was cool and a lesbian, which was probably the only reason she didn’t have beef with Kailey and me.
“You think yo’ brothers aren’t afraid of shit?” he asked.
“Not other men, Idoknow that.” I spoke confidently, tasting the strong but good concoction.
Kailey and I made eye contact, both agreeing that it was tasty.
“Yeah, my man Asif ain’t scared of shit!” Kailey shouted, making us all laugh.
Shaking his head, Trayvon replied, “I heard yo’ brother drowned a fish. How the fuck you expect me to meet a nigga like that?”
I hated that we all broke out into guffaws at his statement. Trayvon flashed his sexy smile in response; happy he got the intended reaction out of me.
“Whatever, Tray.” I started to get up because I wanted to go out into the backyard and dance.
Additionally, I had long ago written him off. He was simply something to bid my time with or do shit for me when I didn’t wanna do it myself, pay for it, or ask my brothers. Or for shit Iwouldn’task my brothers for, like the foot massage he would possibly provide tonight after I danced my ass off in these Tom Ford heels.
Like other niggas I’d dealt with in the past, Trayvon was so thirsty to be with me that he did any and everything I asked him to, excluding coming to meet my people.
Grabbing my arm gently, and then immediately releasing me when I shot him a look, Trayvon said, “How about you prep ’em for me, baby? Like, tell them niggas to chill before I come, and I will meet them.”
“No.” I frowned. “You need to meet them as is. You’re acting like they’re serial killers or something.”
Honestly, there was no hope for Trayvon. Even if he met my brothers right now and fit in perfectly, the fact that he refused for so long and was admittedly afraid made me lose any type of long-term feelings I could’ve possibly developed.
“Just a simple?—”
“Let’s go, Banks!” Kailey cut him off, hooking her arm with mine as we danced our way into the backyard.
For the next hour or so, Kailey and I had a good ass time drinking, dancing, and rapping along to our favorite songs, especially “WHATCHU KNO ABOUT ME” and “Tomorrow 2.” Hell, anything by Glorilla. Kailey and I loved her.
Trayvon watched me the entire time and only got progressively pissed as the night went on as I switched out dance partners, some of them his teammates.
By the time it was 1 a.m., Kailey and I were hungry and ready to go, so we left the backyard, making our way through the house and out of the front door. I could hear someone behind me with hurried footsteps, and I knew it was Trayvon.
