"How you know this nigga?" the guy standing at the door asked.
"Nigga, don't question me in my shit." The guy in the chair looked from the guy at the door then back to Tasim. "How you know my sister?" Dragon asked, catching Tasim off guard.
"Locklane," Tasim replied, remembering what Mr. Kingly had mentioned.
"Oh ok, you from ’round these parts?"
"Nah, I got people round here tho."
"That's what's up. What you tryna cop?"
"Two zips." Tasim pulled out his wad of cash.
Dragon watched him, and it didn't surprise him that Tasim was holding because his appearance showed it.
Without another word, the guy standing at the door ran over to the kitchen and came back holding two Ziplock bags of good green. Tasim knew it was cake because he could smell it through the plastic.
"Them two on me. Come back and fuck with us. I'm Dragon, Norah my little sister."
"A’ight fasho." Tasim smiled.
Without knowledge of Dragon, he liked his style. It was too bad he had come with a motive because he and Dragon could for sure get some money together. One thing Tasim was, was a stone-cold hustler. He didn't live off his father’s wealth or the money he inherited from his grandfather’s and mother’s deaths. He got it out of the mud because he wanted to stand on his own name.
If it was up to him, he would separate himself from the Kinglys because that name came with too much. However, he stood tall in it all, ran his own program, and fucked with his father’s bullshit on his time. That was how it’d always been and that was how it would always be.
8
DALLAS
What is this man?
Dallas thought, thinking of Kasim, who was in the next room. He had ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, and three legs, but he didn't appear human. Maybe his third leg was what made Dallas question his humanity because the tool between his legs was surreal. Whatever he was, he was fucking gorgeous. Not only the way he acted but his appearance. He couldn't be human because God didn't make men this perfect.
Dallas couldn't put her finger on it, but her being here was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, she was beginning to miss Big Boy. Even the argument they had for the New Year coming, she wished she could go back to that day.
She wasn't quite sure what would happen the seventh day, if she'd even make it out alive, but if that day came, she would wrap him in her arms forever. At night, she wondered if he thought of her and the things he thought too. Did he go to the police or even go on his own manhunt?
Infuriated, Kasim continuously shook his head frustrated with the amount of tears Dallas released. At this point, he was ready to just let her go. He didn't care what his father had to say; he was tired of her crying.
Dallas was confused by the way Kasim adored her, but she knew it was all a part of their plot. One minute he looked at her as if he admired her, then the next, he acted out as if he would kill her with his bare fucking hands. Although he had a slick ass mouth, he was sort of compassionate, and it was evident through his eyes that he was remorseful. He continued to watch her as her heart sank, and the tears never stopped. It was as though he had her under some sort of spell. Confused.
As Dallas stood there, frozen in fear, Kasim suddenly began to move toward her. His steps were slow and deliberate; Dallas could feel the weight of his gaze upon her. She tried to step back, but her feet seemed rooted to that very spot. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.
He stopped in front of her, his eyes burning with an inner intensity. He reached out and touched her face; his fingers traced the curve of her cheek. Dallas felt a shiver run down her spine as his touch sent sparks through her body. She couldn't help but grab his hand that sat nestled on her cheek then looked him in the eyes.
If I fuck him, will they let me go?
Dallas thought. She wanted so badly to ask, but she didn't wanna seem like a slut. However, at this moment, she would do what she had to do to get set free.
"If I . . . If I . . . If . . . you know." Her eyes snuck down toward the bulge on his pants. They found their way back up to his dreamy eyes and paused momentarily. "Will you let me go?" She dropped her head.
"You're saying if you give me some pussy will I let you go?" Kasim asked bluntly. She nodded her headyes,causing his heart to drop. "Is it that important for you to go?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Why keep me here?"
"To safeguard you."
Dallas didn't know what that meant, but it sounded good and confused her at the same time. It was like her heart betrayed her. She was starting to crave Kasim's presence. She even thought ofDay 7and if she would actually think of him when away from him. She knew that the possibility of Kasim falling for her was slim to none, because darkness lurked beneath their love.
