Kasim stood from the bed and watched the blood ooze from Sable's dome. His dick had grown to its fullest extent just watching her corpse. His infatuation with blood seeping from one's body was a thrill. He had no remorse for killing Sable because he had much bigger issues in the very next room; Dallas. He needed to see her and now.
For the entire night, Kasim hadn't heard a peep from Dallas. He went into her room and she was sound asleep. He picked up the letter she had written to Big Boy and began reading. He knew she was upset because of Sable, but he told her to get the fuck on and she chose to stay. It tripped him out how the entire time fucking Sable he thought of Dallas. Wishing it was her pussy he could explore. The constant thoughts of her were frustrating, so he was hoping she'd get the fuck away from him—far away from him at his request. He didn't understand why she chose to stay because all she did was cry about going home.
Now reading the letter Dallas had written to her nigga, it only confused Kasim more. Instantly jealousy fueled him with a possessiveness and anger that sent him into a rage. He snatched Dallas up from her slumber forcefully and pinned her against the wall.
"Kaaa . . . Kasim . . . Auhhh, you're hurting me." Her eyes widened with fear as she whined in a cry-like voice.
"I could kill you with my bare hands. I told you if you wanted to get to that nigga then go. Why the fuck you still here?" Kasim growled.
"I don't . . . Kasim, pleaaaa . . ." Dallas tried to speak, but the grip on her neck had her paralyzed.
The look in her eyes made Kasim loosen his grip, so he just stared at her, his chest heaving with anger.
As he gazed into her eyes, his rage began to unravel. He was drawn to her lips that were soft and inviting. His grip on her neck slightly tightened, and he leaned in, his mouth crashing down on hers. His fury faltered, and he surrendered to the allure of her kiss.
At this very moment, his jealousy was momentarily consumed by desire. The kiss was fierce, possessive, and consuming. He devoured her lips, and their tongues entwined in a passionate dance. She was his, and he would prove it to himself, to her, and to the world.
At least that was the thought he was having caught up in the moment. He was sure what he had done to Sable in the next room was because of Dallas. He and Sable always shared an intimate moment that left them both wondering the possibilities. Now thanks to a woman he’s only known a few days, he was losing himself.
As Kasim and Dallas shared a kiss, the room around them melted away, leaving only the intensity of their emotions. When Dallas released a soft moan, it brought Kasim back to the reality of things. With one last look, he stormed away from her, letting her body crash into the ground. Moments later, the sound of the bolts on the heavy door could be heard from inside the room.
Dallas sighed with so much confusion that she shook her head. The liquid from the kiss still lingered on her lips, and she would savor the moment, hoping they could reconnect again.
Walking down the long hall into the meeting room, Kasim couldn't get Dallas off his mind. He was aggravated past the max, and dealing with his father right now was the last thing he wanted to do. Tonight was a Kingly business meeting that he had no interest in. However, because he was here, he was gonna talk to his father about releasing Dallas. He knew his father would be happy because this meant she didn't get the money, but the embarrassment of his father knowing he was surrendering a victim fucked with him.
Mr. Kingly didn't like that soft shit, and just like Tasim stated, Kasim was on some soft shit with Dallas. Typically, in this situation, the girl would lose, unless she was a gold-digging slut. She'd stay the seven days, get dicked down, and choose the money. Either those two things, or she'd be dead.
Kasim had his share of killing winners for numerous reasons. He killed one winner because during one of their fuck sessions, she started her period and didn't utter a word. Yet as bad as he wanted to kill Dallas, who was being difficult, he couldn't bring himself to it. She had swept him off his feet all while pissing him off at the same time.
10
BILLION
"We ’bout to go in this bitch, lay the law down, and get the fuck out. Ain't shit good about a Kingly, so if shit looks funny, we gon’ shoot our way out this bitch." Billion looked over to his top guard, cocking his pistol.
He had one in the head that had Mr. Kingly's name on it if shit got iffy. Billion knew that in order to conquer you had to cut the head off the snake. If he killed the top dog, his soldiers would be weakened. However, Billion thought of the stories he'd heard about the Kingly children, so he knew he would be in a full blown war.
There were three boys in total that were savages. He hadn't met them personally, but the streets talked. One in particular, he had come close to meeting because he'd hear about him hanging on Paloma drive. With all the money theKinglys had, it surprised him that one would even visit a place like Paloma. That part of the hood was just like any other part of the trenches: shootouts, gangs, mothers crying, and hos tryna get chose.
Billion knew this because he too was from a rough part of the city which was only about six miles away. The streets were flooded with mothers who abused drugs and niggas who lost their lives to gun violence. This was Billions exact story.
His mother had been strung out on drugs since he was a child. His brother was murdered at the tender age of sixteen when Billion was only nine years old. And of course, his absent father was somewhere making other children with countless women. Billion never cared to find out about his siblings.
He was left raising a baby sister that he refused to let fall victim to the streets. She was a good girl with her head on her shoulders. He made sure to keep her out of harm's way, and after this play with the Kinglys, he would finally give up the game.
Billion wasn't one of those street niggas that desired the white picket fence with a beautiful wife and children. He wanted to simply leave the game rich and make sure his sister was straight. Billion hated kids. He hated love. He hated everything that came with both. The amount of money he spent on abortions was enough to raise a village. And this was how life was.
"Billion, it's nice to finally meet you." Mr. Kingly approached the moment Billion stepped foot through the door.
Instead of responding, Billion hit him with a head nod and slight grin.
"I see you brought company." Mr. Kingly's eyes roamed the two guards standing right behind Billion.
"Of course," Billion responded while secretly counting how many people filled the room.
"You don't trust me?" Mr. Kingly laughed as if he was telling a joke.
Billion knew he was serious, so he eyed him, head falling to one side.
