Page 11 of Kasim (Kingly Dynasty)

BILLION

"W e ’bout to go in this bitch, lay the law down, and get the fuck out. Ain't shit good about a Kingly, so if shit looks funny, we gon’ shoot our way out this bitch." Billion looked over to his top guard, cocking his pistol.

He had one in the head that had Mr. Kingly's name on it if shit got iffy.

Billion knew that in order to conquer you had to cut the head off the snake.

If he killed the top dog, his soldiers would be weakened.

However, Billion thought of the stories he'd heard about the Kingly children, so he knew he would be in a full blown war.

There were three boys in total that were savages.

He hadn't met them personally, but the streets talked.

One in particular, he had come close to meeting because he'd hear about him hanging on Paloma drive.

With all the money the Kinglys had, it surprised him that one would even visit a place like Paloma.

That part of the hood was just like any other part of the trenches: shootouts, gangs, mothers crying, and hos tryna get chose.

Billion knew this because he too was from a rough part of the city which was only about six miles away. The streets were flooded with mothers who abused drugs and niggas who lost their lives to gun violence. This was Billions exact story.

His mother had been strung out on drugs since he was a child. His brother was murdered at the tender age of sixteen when Billion was only nine years old. And of course, his absent father was somewhere making other children with countless women. Billion never cared to find out about his siblings.

He was left raising a baby sister that he refused to let fall victim to the streets. She was a good girl with her head on her shoulders. He made sure to keep her out of harm's way, and after this play with the Kinglys, he would finally give up the game.

Billion wasn't one of those street niggas that desired the white picket fence with a beautiful wife and children.

He wanted to simply leave the game rich and make sure his sister was straight.

Billion hated kids. He hated love. He hated everything that came with both.

The amount of money he spent on abortions was enough to raise a village. And this was how life was.

"Billion, it's nice to finally meet you." Mr. Kingly approached the moment Billion stepped foot through the door.

Instead of responding, Billion hit him with a head nod and slight grin.

"I see you brought company." Mr. Kingly's eyes roamed the two guards standing right behind Billion.

"Of course," Billion responded while secretly counting how many people filled the room.

"You don't trust me?" Mr. Kingly laughed as if he was telling a joke.

Billion knew he was serious, so he eyed him, head falling to one side.

"With all due respect, sir, I don't trust a soul. My men are strapped just like yours. Now if we can, let's conduct our business and get this over with." Billion helped himself to a seat.

Shy's eyes shot across the room towards Billion then to her father.

Her mouth fell completely open, appalled.

No one has ever spoken to her daddy dearest in such a tone.

Let alone, so rudely. Well, except her brothers.

Especially Kasim. Kasim didn't have any filter when it came to speaking his mind.

Rahim didn't bite his tongue, and Tasim was barely around to even entertain their father.

As for Billion, he didn't give a fuck about not one man.

He was here for one reason and one reason only.

Mr. Kingly had the purest Fentanyl in the world.

His spot had slowed down due to another hustler who had come across some good shit, so he had to step it up a notch.

Now here he was, in the last place he had expected to step foot.

Just as everyone else, Billion had heard the stories about the Kingly Dynasty.

Outside of some people proclaiming they'd won money gambling, he'd hear the stories of people coming up missing and some dying.

He wasn't sure if the rumors were true, but for what Mr. Kingly was holding, he'd take his chances.

"How much you got?" Mr. Kingly asked, and the room went silent.

"I need a half," Billion replied cockily.

"A half? I don't sell halfs, zones, and anything in small quantities. You'll have to go on Jefferson Road for that." Mr. Kingly chuckled tauntingly.

Billion couldn't help but sneer because this rich son of a bitch was getting a kick out of small-time hustlers. Jefferson was where niggas peddled rock for rock and gram for gram. Clearly, he didn’t know who Billion was ’cause he was the one that flooded the streets with small quantities.

"A half ah mill." Billion checked his ass, and again, the room went silent.

He caught a glimpse from the Kingly daughter, and for the first time, he was able to see how pretty she was. She was thick as hell from what he could see, but he couldn't tell what her back side looked like.

"Half a million dollars, I can definitely work with that. If you're spending that much, I'll give you each brick for seventeen grand apiece."

"Deal." Billion quickly replied because he was already paying seventeen-five from a local Cali nigga.

"When will you be ready?" Mr. Kingly asked, assuming he needed a few days.

"The money in the car." Billion looked over to one of his guards.

The guard began heading out the door, so Mr. Kingly motioned for a couple of his men to assist. He then looked at Billion and tried hard reading his eyes.

He didn't strike him as the police because he was too damn hood.

Mr. Kingly rarely conducted business with these types of thugs, but for the money Billion was spending, he put his hate for hoodlums aside.

"So tell me, Billion. What's a hood guy like you doing with this much money?"

Again, Mr. Kingly insulted him.

Billion slightly shook his head then reached his hands across the table, tucking them into one another.

"A hood nigga like me got the streets. I get money by any means and worry ’bout the bitches later." He looked toward Shy disrespectfully.

He could feel Shy was eye fucking him from across the table the entire time he and Mr. Kingly spoke.

"Well, it's your lucky night. After a move like this, I think you deserve a little fun. Once your men come back, you head on up to one of our private rooms. Order anything you like, it's on the house."

Billion nodded unsure if he wanted to take Mr. Kingly up on his offer.

Fuck it. Nigga could use a drink after this shit.

Billion thought just as the men were heading back in.

The guard dropped the duffle bags on the ground, and both Billion and Mr. Kingly stood to their feet.

They shook hands, but there was something about the look in Mr. Kingly's eyes that just didn't sit right with Billion.

However, he was gonna let it slide and try to relax.

He took his seat to speak with Mr. Kingly further. But before he could continue . . .

"My bad."

A voice spoke, making the entire room look over.

Billion sized the nigga up, knowing it had to be one of the Kingly brothers.

He took his seat, and his father eyed him viciously.

Already, Billion could tell this was the brother that gave his pops hell.

The other brothers sat around the table quietly along with the sister, but this one, he didn't even seem to give a fuck.