Page 4 of Anything Necessary for Her
I never got the impression that Low was afraid of them until right now, when he made it clear a drive-thru was the only option. I could only assume he didn’t want word getting back to them that he was out eating with me.
Low shook his head before replying. “First off, I ain’t scared of no nigga—yo’ brothers included. But if you ain’t know, Banks, I just beat a nigga to death, and I hadn’t planned on catching a body tonight, so I got shit to do. So nah, I can’t sit up and eat with you at a restaurant. And why would you want me to?” He glanced at me.
“Right.” I nodded. “My bad. I kind of forgot about the nigga at the club.” I looked his way, and he shook his head but wore a subtle smirk, thankfully. “But I wanted to go sit down because I’m very much awake and don’t feel like going out or back to the room, since my best friend is most likely still getting her back blown out.”
“Well, if I hadn’t just murked a nigga, I would oblige you, baby, but I can’t tonight.” He pulled up to the ordering menu finally and looked my way.
“Just chili cheese fries, I guess. I don’t eat here like that anymore. Is this where you usually take women?” I jested.
Low chuckled softly, and I realized I enjoyed making him smile since he seemed to always be in deep thought. Low had always been mysterious to me, and because I wasn’t allowed to get to know him, all I knew was his first and last name, that he worked for or with my brother, and that he had people he was taking care of. Nothing more, nothing less.
“I don’t.” He gave me nothing, then quickly ordered my fries. I added on a strawberry lemonade since I recalled Del Taco having the best one, and then he pulled up to the window.
I hadn’t expected for him to pay for my food, but I also didn’t stop him either.
“This is actually fire.” I shoved a forkful of the chili and cheese covered fries into my mouth before he could even make it out of Del Taco’s lot.
“How you know you can eat in my fucking car?” He frowned.
“I’m not a sloppy eater. You will be alright. I’m sure you’ve done worse in here.” I continued eating as he shook his head.
“You talk a lot of shit.”
“I do.” I sipped my lemonade, continuing to devour these piping hot fries with real cheese and not the nasty ass cheese sauce.
“You going out with niggas who don’t feed you?” Low looked me over with a wrinkled forehead as he sat at the red light.
“No. I went with my friend to support her, and of course, her boo brought an extra. We didn’t get along, though, and after what I did, I doubt he’d be trying to feed me.”
“What you do?”
“Kicked him in the nuts when he wouldn’t stop touching me.”
“Touching you?”
“Relax,” I said, and it was like Low caught himself and adjusted his demeanor and position. “He was annoying but harmless. Knee touches, grabbing me from behind, whispering in my ear, trying to hold my hand, just shit like that.”
Low nodded but still looked as if he didn’t like it.
“What was this nigga’s name?”
“None of your business.”
I could tell by the look in Low’s eye he would be trying to hunt down Osiris, and though I didn’t like him, he didn’t deserve Low’s wrath. Osiris was a play gangster whereas Low was a real one. However, I did like how ’bout it Low was for me. It made me think he liked me a little bit. I knew deep down, though, he was only coming behind me out of respect for my brother.
Low didn’t say anything else as I finished up my food, just as he pulled up in front of Caesar’s Palace at the valet. As I gathered my trash, he parked and climbed out, coming around to help me down and take my brown Del Taco bag from me.
“Keep it parked. I’m coming right back.” He instructed the valet attendant, and though he looked as if he wanted to say something, he chose not to and nodded.
“I didn’t need you to walk me, Low,” I said as he held open the hotel doors for me both times.
He ignored my statement, walking alongside me as we bypassed the casino toward the elevator. The ride up was silent, and again, I could tell he was in deep thought, making me wantto pick his brain, but I decided against it. He clearly wanted to swim through his thoughts, and I would no longer interrupt him.
“You ain’t got security?” Low questioned finally as we walked down the hall of the hotel toward my suite.
“I do, but I snuck out of the suite to hit the club. I thought he saw me, but judging by tonight’s events, he didn’t. He’s probably panicking right now though.”
Shaking his head for the hundredth time tonight, Low replied, “You gon’ get an innocent man murked.”
