“That’s what yo’ mouth says, but your eyes say something different. I hope yo’ ass ain’t falling for that girl.You know love doesn't exist in the world of a Kingly. Put your feelings in your pocket, nigga. ’Cause if yo’ daddy can read you. Yo’ ass in trouble. And we both know he’s good at reading people.” Shy began making plates while talking to Kasim.
“Ain’t shit to read. I don’t want that girl. This shit almost over, so she’s gonna run back to her nigga." It was easier said than done.
Kasim secretly dreaded the day Dallas was gonna leave. Even though they didn't talk much, he enjoyed her company or just her presence for that matter.
“By the sound of your voice, you definitely like her.” Shy shook her head. “Wait, Kasim . . .” Shy walked over to the dead body she finally noticed. She looked from the woman covered in blood then back to Kasim. “I know that ain’t Sable?” she asked, and his silence confirmed it. “You gon’ be in a world of trouble. Damn, bro.”
Shy looked at her brother who seemed so unbothered. Nigga was ready to eat ribs like a dead body wasn’t in the room. Granted, Shy killed niggas, but she would never move on to her next mission like nothing. Or how about killing a winner while another winner was in the room. If Mr. Kingly knew this, he would lose his mind also. Kasim was fucking up, and she knew it had to do with the girl in the next room.
"I’mma get this cleaned up for you." Shy sighed. She texted one of the workers and made sure to textdon't mention it to anyone.
Instead of eating, Shy headed out to wait for the cleanup. Kasim began making a plate of food for Dallas who he knew had to be hungry.
I should poison this shit.
Kasim laughed to himself. Unknowingly, Dallas was in the doorway watching him. This was the first time she had ever seen Kasim smile. He was actually finer when he did.
"So you do smile." Dallas's voice made Kasim flutter.
Only if she knew.
"Yeah, I guess. Shit, when I got shit to smile about. Haven't had much to smile about. Here's your food. Head back into the room. Someone's coming to clean this mess up."
"Okay." Dallas walked over and retrieved the plate that Kasim was holding.
No other words were exchanged. Dallas headed out, and Kasim patiently waited. His mind was running a mile a minute, and all he could think about was, Dallas hadn't fallen in love. He guessed she was gonna choose the money. He wasn't mad. This was what came with life. Some people lived for money and some people lived to kill; just as Kasim.
13
RAHIM
"The bitch wants to play games, let's let her play." Mr. Kingly looked over to Rahim who stared at his screen.
The lovely lady wearing a teal dress sat at one of the slots as if she didn't have a care in the world. Rahim couldn't front. She was pretty as a mothafucka, so he couldn't wait to get a hold of her.
Rahim's role was much different from the other siblings. He was what one would consider an escort, but of course it came with the demise of a Kingly. Rahim wasn't one for killing. He wasn't the hood nigga like Tasim. He was more of a ladies’ man that handled the financial assets. He exuded confidence and charm, and his chiseled features along with his piercing eyes commanded attention. His tailored suits accentuated his broad shoulders, and his smile could light up a room. With allthe sophistication in the world he also possessed a mysterious elegance.
"Have you checked in on Kasim?" Mr. Kingly asked, still watching the lady on camera.
"Nah. He still with the winner?"
"Yeah. There's only a few days left. Don't look like she's budging. Can you believe a dusty hood bitch like her hasn't fallen for the bait? "
"Damn, not Kasim." Rahim chuckled because all the ladies fell for him.
There were only a few women who actually chose the money, and he was sure it was because of Kasim's attitude.
"You know, I don't know what the ladies see in that weird ass child of mine, but they fall for him."
Both Rahim and his father chuckled. It made Rahim think of his brother's demeanor, and he couldn't understand why either. Kasim was mean as hell and lived like a damn caveman or some sort. He didn't socialize or leave the room for that matter. It was too much pussy in the world for a nigga to be locked up in a dungeon.
But this was how Kasim chose to live. On certain occasions when Kasim would step out of his dark place, tons of women would inquire about him. Kasim ignored them. No matter where they went. Rather a party for Mr. Kingly, walking down the halls, women fanned out over his strange brother.
"I know you can pull this off. She looks easy." Mr. Kingly shoulder bumped Rahim, bringing him from his thoughts.
He looked at the lady once more who sat in the lobby looking peculiar. She looked like easy bait he could snag which wasn't hard due to his charming looks.
With one single head nod, Rahim got right to the job before the lady left the establishment. He made his way down the hall and onto the elevator. Just as the doors closed, a text had come through his phone. He opened the message and couldn't do anything but stare at the screen. It was a picture of Rosalia's pussy as her neatly painted nails spread her lips open. The message readwe miss youwith a smiley face.
