The way Kasim looked at Sable, Dallas knew there was some sort of attraction. So what the fuck happened that made him kill her? This put more on Dallas's mind because it made her think of the possibilities of him killing her too.
Just as she turned to run away, Kasim's frame appeared from in the dark, his eyes with a piercing gaze that locked onto hers. The weight of his mistakes hung heavy on his mind, but his rugged features showed no hint of remorse. His eyes burned with a primal intensity—as if he dared her to try and tame the untamable beast that stood before her.
Dallas searched his face, expecting to see a glimmer of apology, but all she saw was unapologetic desire. His eyes seemed to say, "I'll do what the fuck I want," and the spark in his gaze left her breathless. Her heart pounded as he took a step closer, his movements fluid and powerful. The air was thick with tension, and she knew she should be afraid, but there was something about him that drew her in like a magnetic pull she couldn't resist.
"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Kasim didn't answer.
Instead, he leaned in close, his breath whispering against her ear. "A fucking monster." He growled, his voice low and menacing.
Dallas felt a surge of fear, but it was mixed with questionable pleasure. In that moment, she realized she was trapped, bound to a man with secrets, with darkness, with mental fucking issues.
“I'll bring the darkness to your doorstep, Dallas. I told you go be with yo’ nigga, but you chose to stay." He exhaled slowly.
Dallas continued to watch him. There was more to Kasim than just a hood persona and handsome face. He wore his scars like armor, a shield against the world. Love was a weakness for him, and by the way he watched her was evident. She saw past his tough exterior; she saw the hurt and the pain plastered in his deep brown eyes.
For the first time she saw the boy he used to be. Before life hardened him. Something just wasn't right with these damn men but it dug deeper. Something about his past. Maybe something with the man she knew as his father. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it wasn't the streets that had corrupted him.
"Baby, I'm a bad guy. I'm addicted to this world of trouble. I've got demons chasing me, and the only way to keep them at bay is to kill." He took a drag on his cigarette; the flame illuminated the sharp lines of his face. "I've done things, seen things, that'll haunt me till the day I die. That's what I've become." His gaze locked onto hers unflinching.
"But you don't have to do this, Kasim." Her eyes spoke volumes.
"Dallas. Don't worry ’bout me. You'll go back to your little life, and I'll be here. Fucking. Killing. That's what Kinglys do." He spoke as if it was nothing.
This made Dallas think of everything Mama told them the night she had come. The way the casino was being ran didn't take a rocket scientist to discover, but she knew deep withinKasim was much more than what he presented. Much more than what the Dynasty offered.
KASIM
The sound of the door stopped both Kasim and Dallas. Dallas hoped like hell it wasn’t a new contestant winner because she couldn't stand to see him explore that woman's body yet again. She didn't wanna see it. She didn't wanna hear it. Right now, Kasim didn’t wanna be bothered, so he was satisfied to see Shy walk through the door. Just as Dallas, he didn't wanna put Dallas through the torture of watching him get sexual.
The sudden smell of barbecue began filling the air as Shy walked fully into the room. Kasim was surprised to see her because her days were spent catering to her daddy dearest.
Shyim enjoyed the fruits of her labor unlike Kasim. Her and Pops were thick as thieves and fucked with each other regularly.
“Got you some ribs.” Shy walked over to set the tray down onto the nightstand.
The sound of lips smacking echoed, making Kasim and Shy look toward the sound. Dallas was giving Kasim a cold glare out the slits of her eyes. Kasim knew then she was jealous, but he ignored her. When she walked away, he didn’t bother chasing her because he didn’t want Shy to know he was more interested in Dallas outside of somedumb winnings. However, Shy could see the gleam in his eyes that definitely exposed his feelings.
“That’s her, isn’t it?” Shy asked, watching Dallas disappear. “Much different from Daddy’s usual,” Shy added because Dallas didn’t fit the criteria of women Mr. Kingly normally picked.
Although Dallas was really pretty, she seemed basic. The norms were fabulous, rich, or had rich husbands back at home.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere slicing throats or robbing niggas with yo’ pimp?” Kasim looked at his sister still wondering what she wanted.
“Hell, I had to reset. Things didn’t go as planned last night. He put his gun in my mouth. Nigga caught wind of what was going on.”
“The fuck you mean he put a gun in your mouth?! The nigga yo’ daddy ’bout to do business with?”
Shy nodded. No matter how much Kasim didn't fuck with Shy, that was his siter, and he'd kill a mothafucka behind her.
“You know I can handle myself. It’s okay.” She tried to reason because of the cold look in Kasim’s eyes. "Anyway, I brought ribs, your fav.” She tried switching the subject.
“You know that nigga dead, right?”
“Yes, because I’mma kill his ass myself. Come on, let’s eat. I brought enough for your lil’ friend too. You can tell her I’m your sister, not one of your admirers.”
“Man, fuck her.”
