"Because a bitch like her doesn't belong here," his father replied forcefully. "Her friend looks like trash, so I thought you'd have fun with this one. I'll have Samuel inform her to pick up her earnings tomorrow, and she must come alone," Mr. Kingly added, still watching the monitor.
He was right.
The girl didn't belong here, and the things Kasim would do to her would taint her.
"Why not Rahim or Tasim?" Kasim asked, referring to his brothers. He didn't want to ruin her innocence because again, she didn't belong.
"Don't question me in my shit. Just be ready because this one would pay a great price. I may just keep her for myself. She looks like a little slut." Mr. Kingly never took his eyes off the screen.
Kasim only shook his head and made his way back out of the door. He couldn't get his mind off the chick who would soon be tarnished.
Kasim stepped back into his chambers and eagerly stared into the flickering candle. He took a seat on his king-sized bed and pondered. He didn't understand why his father chosehim for his antics. However, Mr. Kingly knew Kasim hated everything about people, so he didn't care to indulge.
Unlike his siblings, Rahim had a field day behind the walls of his erotic tunnel. Kasim would always hear the sounds of loud moans and women submissively begging him to pull out.
Tasim, on the other hand, was a bit different. Tasim was the one that loved pleasing women with just the touch of his hands. He was more the street dude that would sneak out to go hang in what he referred to as his “hood.” He would bring girls back and sneak them right past his father.
Then you had Shyim, the only sister of the bunch. Shy wasn't like most sisters or women for that matter. She was infatuated with the lifestyle of a Kingly. She was a daddy's girl that made sure men wouldn't make it out alive if ordered.
Mr. Kingly used his children as pawns in his cold and sick world. Shy was his precious jewel that would kill at her father’s request. To the men who would pay a lifetime of their hard owned money, she was seductive, but to Kasim, she was a throat-slashing slut. And it was all for the adrenaline rush that helped their father’s obsessive cravings.
***
"Just give me my shit."
"Here, man, damn. You act like a dope fien."
"Fuck you." Kasim snatched the bag from his brother Tasim that was filled with purple haze. "Did you get my blunts?"
"Yes, a whole box of Grabba Leafs." Tasim pulled the box of Leafs from his jacket pocket and handed it to his addicted brother. Tasim stared at Kasim as he began quickly rolling a blunt of the good weed. "This all the fuck you do. Sit in this damn room, smoke, and pace. My nigga, you need to live a little. It's not like we prisoners."
"How aren't we? Can you just go hang in the hood freely?" Kasim asked, looking from his blunt. "Exactly," he added when Tasim didn't reply.
"Well, luckily for you, I do be in thehood. Or else yo’ ass wouldn't be able to smoke. Get yo’ shit together because that chick that hit yesterday coming. If Pops smell weed, you know he gon’ die."
"He needs to die," Kasim replied seriously.
It was no secret; Kasim hated the man that made them.
Everyone knew.
Tasim didn't bother adding his four cents, afraid the room was bugged. Instead, he shrugged and headed to the door. "I have a special guest tonight. Thick, white with long ass legs. I'm about to fold her into a pretzel until she taps out." Tasim smiled, thinking about the female companion that was eagerly awaiting his sexual massage.
Kasim hated how entertaining their lives were to his siblings. Although Tasim cared to enjoy life in the free world, he was still addicted to the brutal things that took place behind the dark walls. He, too, was a ladies’ man, just as Rahim.However, Rahim loved everything about the manipulation his father expected.
2
DALLAS
“Where you going so early?”
“Why you worried about it?”
“Damn, it’s like that?”
“Fuck you, Big Boy. Yes, it’s like that.” Dallas tried to push past him, but he grabbed her arm. “Nigga, let me go. You wasn’t worried ’bout me last night.”
“Man, that's what you tripping over?”
