Page 71 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Baby, take the ladies.Please,” Asif begged his wife, who immediately began trying to convince my other sisters-in-law to step away.
“The fuck is going on?” Khari boomed, eyes wildly bouncing around.
“Get the fuck off of me! I hate you!” I bellowed to Lequay and the rest of my brothers though he was the only one holding me.
I wanted to punch Unique the most.
Finally, Lequay released me, his hand going to his gun cautiously without fully extracting it.
“Baby girl—” he tried to speak, eyes remorseful, but I was irate.
“Nothing you niggas say or do will make me stop fucking with Low!” I hollered, interrupting whatever Lequay was about to say.
“Low?” Khari questioned in shock, looking Low up and down, who was still being blocked by Asif and now Free. Low wasted no time taking his gun off his hip like his homie had done.
“Y’all put that shit up! It’s kids and shit out here!” Asif barked, angrier than I’d ever seen him. His amber and green eyes looked menacing.
Silence hung in the air before everyone put their guns up falteringly, casing the scene to be sure everyone else was following along.
“You think that shit between y’all can’t be stopped, Banks?” Bashar questioned, a smirk lingering on his face that pissed me off.
“I wish the fuck?—”
“Aye, come here and calm the fuck down.” Asif walked over, throwing an arm around my shoulders to try and lead me away.
“Get off me! Fuck you!” I barked at him.
“You don’ lost yo’ fucking mind,” he spoke through gritted teeth at me, lids hooded in disappointment. “I came over here to talk to yo’ ass calmly, Banks, so watch yo’ fucking mouth. I expect the same respect I’m giving, despite the fact that I’m hot.”
Exhaling heavily, I dropped my head. “Fine.” I felt the tears well up.
“Let Low be, aight?” Asif shouted behind us to the rest of our brothers. Turning to look at Low, who was standing beside Free, blood in his mouth, he said, “Me and you gon’ have a conversation later.”
Low nodded curtly before our eyes locked. I felt terrible as Asif gripped my hand to lead me off.
Unable to contain myself and no longer caring, I slipped from my brother’s hand before rushing up to Low, who was turning to leave with Free in tow. He immediately looked over his shoulder upon hearing my steps, before turning around completely to embrace me, lifting me from the ground.
Not caring about his bloodied mouth, I kissed him deeply and in front of everyone. I heard gasps, and I could only assume it was from the people who weren’t my brothers who’d foolishly chosen to stick around and who I could hear talking shit.
Quick patterned steps to let me know someone was running caused me to look over and realize one of my brothers was about to come fight Low for our PDA, but Free and Asif stopped it.
Low let me to my feet before I turned to walk back to Asif, ignoring the rest of my siblings either shooting daggers at me or Low’s back.
“Nigga, you was ’posed to be making sure this shit ain’t happen!” Shakur barked at Asif’s back.
Lord.
“Nigga, I said that shit when she was a fucking minor!” Asif shouted back, brows pinched in annoyance. “Banks is grown as fuck, and I got four kids and a wife, nigga. I can’t play PI!”
“Man—”
“Aye, if you wanna holla at me privately, we can do that in a minute, but we not about to be arguing in front of everybody.” Asif cut off Shakur’s statement before corralling me behind the building for some semblance of privacy.
“That’s fucking crazy!” some random hollered out.
I could remotely hear the remaining crowd disperse, as I fell against the hard concrete of the bathroom building, arms folded while I waited for Asif to tear into me.
“Look at me,” he said, arms folded as well as he peered down into my eyes. “Low, huh?”
