Page 8 of Kasim (Kingly Dynasty)

TASIM

"I just don't understand what's so exciting about the hood. You young niggas disgust me. You make my ass itch with that dumb hoodlum shit."

"You act like you ain't come from the hood. Man, is this what you called me for, because I gotta go?"

"No. I called you because I want you to track her. Let's have some fun with her." Mr. Kingly pointed to the monitor.

They watched as Norah walked in, was taken into the room, and then talked to the guards. Mr. Kingly knew his guards wouldn't tell her a single word.

"And where I'm supposed to find her?" Tasim asked because he didn't have time.

He knew his father was only doing it out of boredom. She wasn't a winner or one of the regulars.

"The hood. She's just an ordinary hood chick just like her friend. I bet that Kasim is having his way with her. Stupid ass falls in love, she won't be getting a dime." Mr. Kingly smiled, knowing the outcome.

Tasim couldn't do shit but shake his head because he, too, knew that would exactly happen. Kasim was too much for a girl like Dallas. His father knew this and this was what he got a kick out of most.

"Locklane Drive." Mr. Kingly looked from the cameras over at Tasim.

"How you know?" Tasim asked curiously.

"I have my ways." Mr. Kingly sighed.

It was something about the look Mr. Kingly wore that made Tasim wonder how did he know where to locate the chick in such short notice. It didn't surprise him because he knew his father’s capabilities. However, the gleam in his eyes had written another story.

Without another word, Tasim headed for the door. Instead of going to find Norah, he headed down the cold brick hall toward his brother's domain. It had been a day or so since he last checked on him. He figured by now Kasim would have Dallas head over heels, and it made him chuckle.

This was all the Kingly's plan. If the winner fell in love within seven days, they wouldn’t collect their earnings. This was another scheme for Mr. Kingly to gain revenue. The siblings would ask one simple question: "Is it the money or me?" And just like that, the girls would always choose love.

Mr. Kingly would report the winnings to the Federal Tax Bureau to wash his drug money.

It was a great hustle, but Tasim knew one day it would cost his father either his life or an indictment.

He also knew that he and his siblings would go down, but Tasim always made a vow to himself that he would take the fall so Kasim, Rahim, and Shyim could walk free.

Being the oldest brother, he couldn't see his siblings sitting in a jail cell behind his father’s demise.

Knocking on the door three times, which was his code knock, Tasim stood back and waited for Kasim to open the door.

After a few minutes, the door creaked and there stood Kasim.

As usual, they stared at one another, and knowing his brother, Tasim saw this uncertain look in his eyes.

This meant he hadn't cracked Dallas, but there was something else that wasn't sitting right.

Tasim stepped into the room and looked around for Dallas. Kasim nodded toward the backroom and this told Tasim exactly what he now knew; Dallas hadn't given in.

"What's up with you? I'm assuming things ain't working in your favor.

"I haven't made a move," Kasim replied, but because he didn't make eye contact, Tasim watched his brother closely.

"It's on day two or three. Kasim, you be having these bitches gone already."

"Well, this one I may not. Bitch could leave for real. Yo’ pops just gon’ miss out on a hunnid bands."

Tasim's head doubled over. Normally he'd retaliate with nigga that's your daddy, but he was to fixated on the fact his brother was giving up. He glared at him and shook his head.

"You like her. Nigga, I know damn well . . ." Tasim stopped laughing mid-sentence.

"I don't like shit. Shut that shit up, dumb ass nigga."

"Nah, you think I'm dumb." Tasim continued to stare at his brother.

Kasim looked at Tasim's freckled face, challenging him. He was growing irritated by the minute, but Tasim didn't give a fuck.

"Tasim, shut the fuck up. I said I don't like the bitch!" Kasim shouted with frustration.

He eyed Tasim as he began huffing and puffing, and Tasim knew his statement was true.

Without warning, Kasim rushed Tasim and they both went crashing into the ground.

Tasim knew Kasim was trying to get on top of him, so he quickly slammed him into the ground.

Unable to hold him down, Kasim broke free and they both jumped to their feet.

They began throwing blow for blow with each one missing continuously.

"Kasim!"

Both Kasim and Tasim froze and looked over. Dallas stood there watching them like two jackasses.

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Two dumb niggas , she thought shaking her head.

"Y’all childish as fuck." She shook her head and walked back into the other side of the room.

The brothers looked at each other as Tasim wiped blood from his mouth. He stormed toward the door.

"Bring me some green, bitch!" Kasim called out, referring to marijuana.

"Have my money when I get back, hoe," Tasim replied and walked out, shaking his head.

Their little scuffle was normal so Tasim didn't sweat it.

What he did ponder on was this: his brother was on some hoe shit with Dallas.

He liked her and it was evident. He knew damn well he wasn't supposed to fall for no one, and especially a winner.

Things may have been different had it been a winner that already chose love.

But no, he wasn't even giving her a chance to choose.

This wasn't part of the game, and it damn sure was Kasim's nature.

He was stubborn and hated every bitch that walked through the door.

Dallas was cute, but he had seen some bad ones.

He wondered to himself what was it about her that made Kasim like her.

If this was what he wanted, then he should just run off and fall in love.

The Dynasty wasn't a place for love, and if his father caught wind, he'd lose the rest of his mind.

Nigga in love.