Tasim shook his head thoughtfully. "Maybe that's what love is supposed to feel like. Intense, overwhelming, and worth the risk of getting hurt. But it's also okay to acknowledge the hate, or at least the frustration and anger that comes with it. It's all part of the package." Tasim tried hard to give his brother some advice.
He too had never experienced love. Not even a kind of love Kasim had experienced with Sable. Nothing. He knew his brother didn’t love Sable, but he could tell there were some feelings. He was too sweet for the bitch, but her being married clouded Kasim’s judgement.
He couldn’t front, when Mr. Kingly sent Sable into Kasim’s room, he wanted to come run a train on her. She was pretty as fuck with some pussy he assumed was good because Kasim fucked every chance he got. He couldn’t believe it whenShy told him Kasim had killed her. That too pissed him off because he could’ve just passed her along.
"So, what do I do? How the fuck do I reconcile my feelings? A nigga can't keep feeling like this." Kasim looked up, searching for answers.
"I don't have the answers, but maybe the key is to accept that your feelings aren't always going to be straightforward. In my opinion, I think she'll come back, bro. They always do. Even the ones that chose the money. They love yo’ weird ass." Tasim chuckled, and for the first time, Kasim didn't take offense to the word ‘weird.’
He actually smiled as he thought about knocking fire from his ass. "So what's up with her friend?" Kasim asked, referring to Norah.
"Still looking for her friend."
"So what now? You ain't gon’ fuck with her?"
"I don't know. Once she encounters her friend, she won't have a reason to come here."
"So why you can't fuck with her outside of here? Fuck that, Tasim. If you like her, go for it. Everything don't gotta revolve around your grimy ass father. Honestly, I'm ready to go home and live like normal people." Kasim sighed then looked down at the blunt he was holding that nearly burned out.
He was tired. He was tired of the Dynasty. Tired of the women. Tired of living in a damn cave with no life.
"Oh, yeah, you in love. Man, I gotta find this chick for you." Tasim was blown back about everything Kasim had said.
He even tripped off how Kasim was talking. He sounded human. He sounded like his little brother that he used to put in full Nelson as kids.
"They say love makes you do some strange things. I guess it’s true." Kasim shrugged, and Tasim couldn't do shit but agree.
He thought of what Kasim had said and he was right. Why did him fucking with Norah have to revolve around the Dynasty? It was bad enough her friend had gone through torture being locked away and forced to leave her family and friends behind.
Tasim got a kick out of the whole massage thing, but he wasn’t invested as much as Kasim, Rahim, and Shyim. He pretty much did his own thing. Like hanging in the ghetto for instance. He’s had a fair share of hood chicks that he would only bring to the Dynasty to fuck. This was the reason Mr. Kingly couldn’t stand Tasim.
Truthfully, he didn’t like either Kasim or Tasim, and the feelings were mutual. Which was why they always stuck together. Rahim and Shyim were closer in age and bond. They were each other's favorites and seemed to love their father’s business. They were what Kasim and Tasim called ass kissers. They kissed their father’s ass and cherished every piece of ground he walked on.
“You got a fat ass crib, Kasim. Maybe you should consider going home. Mothafucka clean, you got chefs and whips. Nice whips too. Take a drive to the beach; go get yo’ mind right.” Tasim needed him to understand he didn’t have to live under the Kingly curse, as he called it.
Kasim’s life was laid out for him. He had a huge mansion he never stepped foot inside. It was fully furnished, and the maids cleaned weekly. There were four cars parked in the driveway that all belonged to Kasim. Tasim wasn’t sure if he even knew how to drive because he buried himself in the Dynasty at the tender age of eighteen.
Moral of the story, Kasim didn’t want for shit if he did decide to leave. The Kingly family were billionaires, and everything Kasim had was inherited. Mr. Kingly couldn’t cut him off nor take stake over his possessions.
“I might have to kill yo’ pops if I leave this place.”
“Then so be it. Kill him. Who gives a fuck. For your sanity, you gotta think about yourself. That’s the problem. We always worried ’bout that nigga. His money and how he views us. You think baby girl gon’ wanna come back here? Fuck no. Even if she do chose you over her nigga, who the fuck wants to live like this?
“Bitches infatuated with big cribs, kids, and dumb ass dogs running around. They like to shop. You’ll never raise a family living in your father’s shadow. Look at him. Look at the shit he forced on Mama. When she died, they weren’t even in love. They loved money. Don’t let that be you. Get out this shit while you can.” Tasim looked over at Kasim.
He wanted Kasim to see the seriousness in eyes. He didn’t want this for him. He didn’t want this for any of his siblings, but the others were already in too deep.
20
DALLAS
After three days of being home, with no sign of Big Boy, Dallas was now convinced the nigga had moved on. She was sure he must have been staying at his new bitch house because where else could he have been?
Dallas wanted so badly to pop up to Mama's house because she was in desperate need to talk to Norah. She thought of going next door to Ms. Draya's home, which was her next door neighbor, but she didn't know Norah's number by heart. Norah was one of those people that would change her number the moment a nigga pissed her off.
Deciding to just go take a shower, Dallas climbed out of the bed and headed into the restroom. She turned the shower on and let the water get hot before hopping in. She stripped from her clothing then dragged herself back over to the shower. Shewas mentally drained. Emotionally drained. And now physically drained.
With one leg inside the shower, the sound of Big Boy's voice behind her made her quickly turn around.
