Page 2 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Stop fighting back!” he barked foolishly as we bumped into every wall in that bathroom, before I kicked him in the stomach, sending him into the sink. He roared in pain from the porcelain sink diving into his back.
I took that opportunity to start fucking him up, making him collapse. I could’ve easily run from the bathroom at this point, but now I was pissed the fuck off.
Grabbing the heavy ass container that held the soft, plush paper napkins to dry your hands with, I bashed the man over the head three good times before he scrambled to his feet in horror as if I were the one who’d followed him into the restroom.
He was quick, unlocking the door and hurrying out before I could hit his ass again.
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head, adrenaline too high to let him go.
I chased after him, through the club and into the back where I knew we shouldn’t have been. We rushed through the kitchen, causing the cooks and chefs to holler at us, but we were both too focused on our goal at hand to pay them any mind.
Finally, we ended up in a back hallway that was dark, making me smirk.
“Leave me alone, you crazy ass bitch!” he had the nerve to bark like he hadn’t bothered me initially.
“Nope.” I tugged my purse off my shoulder to unclasp the latch to reach for my gun.
Before I could, though, a tall figure stepped out of what appeared to be an office or some sort of room. When his face registered in my brain, my heart rate sped up at the sight of him. Willow Harris.
“Help! She’s trying to fucking kill me!” The man pleaded to Low.
“Banks?” Low frowned, and I could see how confused he was, looking from me to the man who thought he’d found assistance.
“He tried to rape me or something in the bathroom!” I pointed to the man who began shaking his head profusely when Low whipped his head in his direction.
“No! No—” Low went across his face without question and proceeded to beat the man mercilessly.
I was no stranger to violence, but I did have to look away as Low beat the man bloody, literally. When it got silent, I turned slightly to see if it was over, and it was.
The man lay on the floor, completely still as Low stared down at him. It was like he was possessed because after a few seconds of just staring, Low looked toward me.
“Fuck.” Low groaned. “Shut that door,” he instructed me, referencing the door that led back to the kitchen.
“Is he dead?” I asked softly, not knowing how to approach the man I used to think I knew so well.
I shut the door as he’d demanded though.
I had a crush on Low for a while when I was a teenager, but between him making it pretty obvious that he wasn’t interested, my brothers forbidding it, focusing on college, and Low coming around less due to Asif giving him more responsibility, especially out of town, my crush waned and eventually vanished. By saying that, I hadn’t interacted with Low in a while. Shit, I hadn’tseenhim in a while.
But I would never forget that handsome face. He looked the same, only with more facial hair and muscles, and something about his posture was older and more mature. He reminded me of my brother the way he commanded the room without many words and just by his stature and aura.
The old Low was able to fade into the background, but this one in front of me gave off boss vibes in a way that couldn’t be ignored.
“Yeah,” Low replied so softly I had to take a second to be sure that was even what he said. He continued staring down at theman even longer as if he’d regretted what he’d done, and I felt like shit. “Go. I’ll take care of it.”
“No.” I started toward him, feeling a little bit more comfortable. “Let me help. This was my problem.”
“No, . . . Banks.” He kind of whispered my name as he picked his head up to look into my eyes. He drank me in from head to toe before he licked his lips and ran a hand down his face in exasperation.
“I said I’m helping you. I wasn’t asking. So, what’s next?” I folded my arms, and I think I saw a brief smirk cross his face as he scratched his beard and chuckled subtly.
“I forgot what yo’ last name was for a second.” He took his phone out and made a call to someone, speaking in code since I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He hung up then said, “Aight. I got this handled. We just gotta wait for a couple minutes.” Shoving his phone down into his pocket, he said, “Banks, real shit, you can go. This is done soon as my niggas get here.”
“Well, I will wait.” I raised a brow, tapping my Givenchy sandal heel and making Low look down at it.
“You grown now, huh?”
“Yep. I always been grown, my age just didn’t reflect it.” I smirked, and he chuckled again, showing his teeth, which were perfect, of course.
