Chapter 7
TASIM
Sticking his head into the room where Shy entertained, Tasim couldn't help but watch his sister as she followed her dad’s instructions.
Tasim shook his head because not only did she look focused, she enjoyed what was to come.
Tasim wished like hell one day she'd meet one of the men, fall in love and go on with her life.
He didn't care that this business was a legacy, his little sister could have been much more in life then a damn seductive throat lasher.
He hated this for her but it's like she was transfixed with the Kingly demise.
Tasim stood frozen in the doorway; his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.
His sister had transformed into a seductress, her hips swaying rhythmically to the music as she danced for the man seated on the couch.
The man's gaze was drawn to Shy as if her movements were hypnotic.
He could tell they had been at it for a moment because the man was covered in sweat and he looked like he was ready to beg her to be his wife.
As the dance reached its crescendo, Shy's expression shifted, her eyes locking onto the man with an intensity that made him fan himself.
Shy then reached behind herself and pulled out a knife that blade glinted in the dim light.
The man's eyes widened in horror as she leaned in close and sliced across the man's throat.
Right on cue, the music stopped and the room fell silent.
The only sound was the man's labored breathing as he clutched at his neck, his eyes wide with shock and fear.
Shy stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion, the knife still clutched in her hand.
She was in a complete daze with a slick smile plastered on her face.
When she finally looked over, she gave Tasim a wicked smile that showcased satisfaction.
Tasim gave her a single head nod then closed the door.
After what he had just witnessed, he wasn't gonna bother talking her ear off about Norah.
Right now, her plate was full so he'd catch her at another time.
Tasim took the elevator up to his father’s office so he could begin badgering him with questions.
It had been another week and still no sign of Norah.
When he walked inside the room, his father looked over from the monitor and smiled.
Again, he was proud of what his daughter had just done and it disgusted Tasim.
He wasn't sure why the sudden change because this had been going on for years. Maybe he was out growing the Dynasty or maybe it was love he yearned for. Just as Kasim, Tasim was beginning to want no parts. He had always done his own thing but he did use his magic touch to seduce women and collect his money. Tasim knew he was being used as a pawn in his father’s game of chest, but the money was sweet.
His father always told them in order to be successful they had to work for what they wanted which was what they were doing behind closed doors.
"Damn, you just ain't got no life. All yo ass do is monitor those damn cameras waiting on your next victim."
"Well give me something better to do. Something that will put money into my bank accounts."
"That's all it's about with you. Go get you some pussy. Look at you, you ain't even had no sleep."
"I slept."
"What 8 minutes."
"Don't worry bout me boy. Won't you be like your sister and get the job done."
"I got the job done."
"Shit looks like the job done you. Now how can I help you?"
Tasim knew exactly what he meant so now a part of him didn't wanna ask.
"Like I said, you need to go get you some pussy. Stop using us like porn slaves. I bet yo dick got cobwebs growing inside of it.” Tasim chuckled at his own joke. When his father didn’t so much as crack a smile, he got it tighter. “How did you know her?" Tasim asked.
"Know who?"
"Man, stop playing dumb. Norah pops."
"Oh, her." His father rubbed his beard as if he was trying to buy time to figure his reply.
"Her grandmother has history around here. Let's just say this. If she's anything like her then she's a stone-cold freak." Mr. Kingly now laughed. Tasim only nodded his head and it made sense. This was how his pops knew exactly who Norah was and where she was located.
“So, is that why you were so adamant to ruin her life?”
“Ruin her life? That slut got exactly what she wanted. Not my fault you’re the sick puppy that fell for a street hoe.
I swear I don’t know about you niggas no more.
I wish y’all give me some babies so I can raise them to become Kingly men and not a bunch of pussies like their fathers.
Run along lil nigga.” Mr. Kingly waved his hand dismissively.
“I've got bigger fish to fry with my beloved daughter.” He zoomed back into the monitor where Shy had just accomplished her mission. Tasim stood there briefly with so many more questions but too afraid to ask. Instead, he stormed out feeling intimidated by his father’s words.
Tasim left his father’s office and decided to drop by Norah's home.
This time he wouldn't be so patient. She had him fucked up and if she wanted to play childish ass games, he was gonna play them with her.
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After waiting nearly an hour to decide on his plan, Tasim exited his whip and made his way to Norah's door.
For the first time he actually noticed the camera so he knew she could hear him.
He rang the bell and turned to look at her car that was parked right out front.
He knew she was home and he wasn't leaving until she came out.
"Norah, I know you in there! On my mama if you don't come out I'm coming in that bitch." he spoke into the camera.
"Tasim just go nigga." Norah finally responded after noticing he was gonna stand there.
“Ima go soon as you come the fuck out. Don’t make me get disrespectful and Mama hates my ass gang.”
“Boy ain’t nobody worried bout them threats. Why you here anyway?”
“I’m here for what’s mine. I told you once you gave it to me it was mine.”
“Ain’t shit yours. Move along Tasim.”
“Move along. Move along.” Tasim replied feeling like a goofy.
Norah had him fucked up. He wasn’t used to chasing a bitch and he damn sure wasn’t used to popping up to homes.
The way Norah was playing on his ego made him wanna body her simple ass.
This was one of the traits Tasim definitely inherited from his father.
He had an ego problem. He was that nigga so Norah needed to grasps the fact.
She was lucky he didn’t fuck up in her lil pussy and say fuck her.
He actually liked Norah and wanted more from their situation.
Boom!
On the other side of the camera Norah watched in disbelief as Tasim kicked in the wooden door. Before he could step inside, she was already running towards the living room. She was dressed in a robe with her makeup flawed and her hair in pin curls.
“Tasim what the fuck wrong with you?!” She screamed holding her robe closed.
“Who the fuck you got in here.” Tasim stepped past her and headed into the home.
“Nigga! That’s none of your business. I gave you some pussy once and you kicking down doors and shit like a fucking psychopathic freak.” Norah was frustrated but turned on.
Tasim began searching the home for Norah’s bedroom. He accidentally opened Mama’s door and quickly closed it. When he noticed she wasn’t home he was really gonna act an ass.
“Tasim.” Norah called his name. This made him really wanna open her door.
The last room to the left had to be hers.
Tasim opened it and instantly knew by the large portrait of Norah it was her bedroom.
Her furniture was made of glass that definitely suits her.
The decor was lavender and silver and it actually looked nice.
Tasim began looking around and felt foolish because no one was inside. Norah’s fragrance of choice lingered in the air demanding his every step towards the restroom. The curling iron that was plugged up let him know she was on her way out the door.
“Where the fuck you going?”
“Are you serious right now?” Her hip shifted to one side.
“As fucking heart attack. Where the fuck you going?” He looked at her, daring her not to answer.
“I’m going out Tasim. What’s up with you, my nigga?” She released her breath undefeated. She took a seat on the bed and just looked at him like he was crazy.
“Shit, you. Tha fuck. I heard that lil slick shit you said. Norah, trust me you need to humble yoself. I like yo ass and I don’t like bitches. I fuck em and leave em.”
“So you just be fucking?”
“Man, you missed the point.”
“Whatever.”
“Whatever this dick. Gimme some pussy.” Tasim walked over to her and opened her robe. He slid his hand down to her pussy frowning when he noticed she was naked. Just thinking bout her fucking another nigga tonight had him in his feelings.
“I’m not giving you shit. Get the fuck away from me.”
Norah tried to swing but Tasim grabbed her wrist and bent it.
Norah slid down the bed to the floor so she should have access to punching him in the nuts.
Just as she built up enough courage Tasim wrapped his hand around her neck and crashed her into the ground.
He wasn’t into hitting women but he would definitely physically restrain them.
“Calm yo lil ass down.”
“Okay.” Norah nodded. The moment Tasim took his hand from around her neck she flipped him off of her. Tasim was surprised by her strength but the shit only turned him on. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. She was no match but he gave her an “E” for effort.
Tasim quickly flipped Norah on her back then held her hands over her head.
He and Norah locked eyes then held each other's gaze briefly. Tasim, unsure of what was next to come, he bent down and kissed her. This also took Norah by surprise because he didn’t strike her as a nigga that kissed women.
She wasn’t sure whether she should accept or reject his tender lips.
Just as most women who were not searching for love, felt that kissing was just too damn personal.
However, she parted her lips and accepted the kiss regretfully.