Kasim wasted no time storming into the Dynasty, bypassing the entourage of people that gambled, partied, and drank liquor. He took the elevator up to his father’s office then braced himself. He didn't give a fuck how his father would feel; he just didn't care to hear his sarcastic inputs. Mr. Kingly was very demanding, self-centered, and didn't take “no” for an answer. “No” was like disrespect and he made you an enemy from that point.
Kasim walked into the room while Mr. Kingly spoke with Tasim and Rahim. They all stopped midsentence, while Tasim smiled secretly.
"Enjoy yourself in the free world?" Mr. Kingly wasted no time with his sarcastic remarks.
"By the way, I did. That's actually why I'm here. I need to holla at you about getting out of this shit."
Rahim's eyes bucked while Tasim remained quiet.
"Getting out of what, Kasim? Because I know you don't mean this family legacy."
"This ain't no fucking legacy. You got some twisted shit going on here. Not just here but with yourself."
"Says the nigga that shoots bitches with bow and arrows before fucking them." Mr. Kingly laughed toward his children, but they didn't laugh along.
"Keep talking and I'll put my bow and arrow in yo’ ass." Kasim wasn't backing down. He wasn't afraid of his father or the power he possessed. Kasim knew he was a weak man with money.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but you definitely bumped your head. Ever since that little ghetto hood bitchchose the money, you've been eccentric. You need to get yourself together. The bitch don't want you. You think your charming good looks, and python of a penis gon’ win everyone over.
“Well, I got news for you, you lost this race. That gold digging bitch chose currency over your bizarre heart. Cheer up, I'm the one that's ass out of one hundred grand." Again, Mr. Kingly got a kick out of taunting his son with his remorseful words.
Kasim stared his father in the eyes, and that timid young boy consumed him. He hated when people made fun of him, especially his father. Kasim was hurt over Dallas choosing the money and the shit fed Mr. Kingly's ego.
"Kasim, I didn't take the money."
Kasim wasn't sure if he was hearing things. But her voice. It was angelic, soft, like an illusion. He quickly turned around, and Dallas was standing behind him.
"What did you say?"
"I said I didn't take the money." Kasim looked Dallas in the eyes and could tell she wasn't lying.
He looked back to his father, and without warning, he rushed Mr. Kingly, yoked him up into the air, lifting him off his feet.
"This sick little shit you got going on, I'm out of it. I hope you die a slow death behind this shit ’cause your Karma gon’ catch up to you.”
"Bro, chill." Tasim ran over and grabbed his brother.
He was still growling in Mr. Kinglys face while Mr. Kingly looked him in the eyes sinisterly. However, he didn't say a word because he knew his son would kill him with his bare hands. He knew the power his son possessed and his capabilities.
Once Tasim got his brother to unleash their father, Kasim gave him one last evil glare then released him slowly. When he turned around, he laid eyes on Dallas, and that was when he noticed her face. The gash above her eye and the slow steps told him she was in some sort of pain.
"The fuck wrong with your face, Dallas?" He snarled ready to destroy the world for laying a finger on her.
"It's a long story. Let's go, please." She squinched in pain, and Kasim noticed.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the door. Today was his father’s lucky day. However, he couldn't promise that tomorrow would be the same. They weren't done with this conversation, but the adrenaline rush from Dallas returning had him fluttering inside.
He carried her down the hall toward his dungeon. The entire time he examined her face with anger. When he made it to his room, he kicked the door open with his Timberland boot then quickly lay her on the bed.
Moments later, Tasim was coming in the door behind them. He secretly cheered his brother on, but they would celebrate tomorrow. He knew how his brother felt about Dallas, so he wanted to make sure everything was okay. He waited for Kasim to lie her down before asking a host of questions.
"What's wrong with her? Who did this? What she need?" Tasim rushed.
"From what it looks, her ribs are fractured. That seems like the most severe. The scars on her face just need to be cleaned up," Kasim replied while Tasim took note.
He pulled out his phone and called down to security so he could inform them of everything Dallas needed. He ordered gauze, peroxide, and pain medication. He then assured his brother of the things that were on the way up, gave him a fist pound, and promised to be back tomorrow. He knew they needed time with each other, so he left quietly.
Once alone, Kasim dropped to his knees by Dallas's bedside and pulled her hand into his face. He had shocked himself with the move and even taken Dallas by surprise. They both just stared at one another until one of the guards walked in with the items. He placed them on the bed, then left quietly. The guard couldn't help but smile because he had never seen Kasim so passionate.
