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“Got you some ribs.” Shy walked over to set the tray down onto the nightstand.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” Shy asked, watching Dallas disappear. “Much different from Daddy’s usual,” Shy added because Dallas didn’t fit the criteria of women Mr. Kingly normally picked.

Although Dallas was really pretty, she seemed basic. The norms were fabulous, rich, or had rich husbands back at home.

“Hell, I had to reset. Things didn’t go as planned last night. He put his gun in my mouth. Nigga caught wind of what was going on.”

“The fuck you mean he put a gun in your mouth?! The nigga yo’ daddy ’bout to do business with?”

Shy nodded. No matter how much Kasim didn't fuck with Shy, that was his siter, and he'd kill a mothafucka behind her.

“You know I can handle myself. It’s okay.” She tried to reason because of the cold look in Kasim’s eyes. "Anyway, I brought ribs, your fav.” She tried switching the subject.

“You know that nigga dead, right?”

“Yes, because I’mma kill his ass myself. Come on, let’s eat. I brought enough for your lil’ friend too. You can tell her I’m your sister, not one of your admirers.”

“Man, fuck her.”

“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 text don'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.