Page 141 of Anything Necessary for Her
“You damn right we do, muthafucka. Why the fuck some bitch nigga named Booth coming for me? What I pay you for?”
Kenneth swallowed thickly before saying, “Look, I got into some trouble and had to be put on leave.”
“Trouble? Nigga, you the law. Fuck kind of trouble you getting into? And why the fuck you ain’t say shit, knowing I pay you to keep shit in line!” I roared, closing the gap between us and making him jolt from the spot he was standing in.
With his hands up in genuine surrender, he shook his head profusely.
“I was . . . I didn’t know she was underage . . . I met her in a club and?—”
“Nigga, you got put on leave for fucking on young bitches?” I frowned, sizing him up. “How fucking long?”
“Huh?” he quizzed before howling when I punched him dead in the middle of his fucking face.
“Can you hear now, bitch?” I advanced on him, making him stumble to the floor.
“Three months?—”
“So for three muthafuckin’ months, I been paying yo’ ho ass for nothing?” I seethed, ready to put his ass in the ground.
“I’m just on leave! I will be back on the force very soon! They’re investigating me, but someone of my stature and with my rapport won’t be out of work for long!” He ran off with an explanation, his eyes swarming with panic at the sight of me snatching my heat off my hip.
“What I tell you when I started working with you, nigga?” I took the safety off as slight tremors consumed his body.
“Low—”
“The fuck did I tell you!” I snapped.
“Tha-that I’d better keep you under the radar, and you wouldn’t give a second chance, but listen, I can handle Booth and whomever else is?—”
Uninterested in whatever bullshit he was about to say, I emptied the clip in his ass, watching blood pool from under him as he lay out. Taye and Jere rushed in, sighing in relief when they saw he was the one pumped with lead.
“Clean his ass up and get his car picked apart.” I stepped over Kenneth’s body as Jere and Taye got right to work. “Fuck!” I roared once I got into my car.
I was furious and wishing I could bring Kenneth’s ass back to life just to murk his ass again.
I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was about to do, but I needed to find whomever they were replacing his ass with and see if he was with the shits like Kenneth had been. Otherwise, I would have to murk several niggas on the force, and that shit had never been done by a nigga who remained a free man.
Pulling off, I drove straight home, then smoked before hopping in the shower to clean off. After brushing my teeth, I put on some chill shit, halting at the aroma of what smelled like fried chicken.
Hurrying to put on my socks, I stormed out of my bedroom and to the kitchen to see my mama at the stove, cooking up like she used to when I was in elementary school—the days whenshe’d reward me with Peeps. I stepped back, shocked by the sight before me and wondered if the weed I’d taken to the face had just been strong as fuck.
“Hungry?” she questioned with a smirk.
“Yeah.” I nodded, not even sure if I was but unable to turn down some shit I hadn’t expected to witness ever again.
“Great. Sit down. I will put Wyatt and Waverley’s plates up for when they get back from work and dance.” She started putting a few whole fried wings on my plate, accompanied with white rice and what looked to be broccolini.
She put it in front of me and started making her own plate before offering me a soda, to which I’d declined in favor of a water bottle.
“How you feeling?” I quizzed once she sat at the table adjacent to me.
“I’m fine.” She bit into a wing. “I am a bit bored, though, so I’m trying to find something to do so I won’t have a drink.”
“You haven’t had one?”
“Not today, no. Honestly, ever since that friend of yours hit me, I haven’t had an authentic urge. I’ve been making myself drink because I like how numb I feel once I do, but the usual craving isn’t there anymore, not since the altercation.” She shoved some rice between her lips.
I was quiet for a moment, not even recognizing the woman to the left of me. Whitney was rarely sober, but even for the one hour of day that she was, she was still mean, selfish, and verbally assaulting a nigga. I hadn’t had a normal conversation with her ass since I was a minor.
