Page 16 of Kassir and Rebel
Chapter 7
Kassir
“Bruh, ’preciate you rol—” Leem begins but I cut his ass off.
“From the cradle to the casket. You ask, I go. That’s how this shit works,” I tell him and he nods before hitting the blunt.
No other words are needed. They never are when it comes to me and him. If he’s rocking, a nigga’s rolling. So when he asked me to take a ride with him to Crescent Falls to handle some East Street nigga, I didn’t hesitate. That’s what the fuck we do.
In and out.
Clean.
Handled.
Now we’re back in Diamond Falls and there’s only one person on my mind. Rebel. I need to see her and have her all up in my face. She’s been ghost since our night ride and that’s been seventy-two hours too fucking long. I want my girl back and right the fuck now. This back and forth shit is a wrap. She’s home and I need her to know Miami is her past and soon to be a distant memory, and I do mean distant.
Tonight, I plan on reacquainting myself with all of her and fuck her little stubborn ass into compliance. I fucked up with how I got her to leave but I stand behind my intentions. Rebel had to get the fuck out of D-Ville when she did. The streets werehot as fuck and I real shit would have lost it if she got touched in any way.
“Imma just drop you at the crib. I gotta go get Yahzi.”
“Sis not at the crib waiting on you?”
“Hell nah. She at Miss Chandra’s thing with my aunt.”
“At The Drexel? Shit. I’m heading there too, to get Rebel’s fine ass.”
“You wore her mean ass down?”
“Bruh, I’m trying. She mean as fuck but I got this. I gave her some space after the other night but that shit ends tonight. I’m scooping her fine ass up.”
When he pulls up behind my ride, he daps me up then says, “Handle that shit.”
I exit his ride and get right into mine. After stopping to fill up, I drive straight to the hotel. When I stopped by Miss Chandra’s this morning to grab an OJ, Rebel was already at The Drexel and Miss Chandra couldn’t wait to tell me. She gave me every detail, including their suite number. When I enter the hotel, I trek right to the elevators and head up to the twelfth floor.
“Did you forget something?” I hear Rebel say lowly on the other side of the door after I knock. I don’t say shit though, so she opens it. When she first sees me, her pretty ass eyes get big as hell and she starts to smile but quickly drops it and scowls. “I thought you were Yah. What do you want?”
“Sólo te quiero,” I tell her.
“You can’t always have what you want,” she counters in a whisper.
“Grab your stuff and come with me.”
“No!” she says before stepping out into the hall. After pulling the door until it’s just cracked, she stands directly in front of me. Between her pretty face, thick caramel thighs on display in these little ass shorts, and sweet smell, I can’t help myself. My armsnakes around her waist and I pull her soft body into mine. She sighs loud as hell.
“Damn, I missed you,” I admit as I hold her and she sighs again. “You didn’t miss a nigga at all?”
“Kassir,” she huffs but her slim-thick body betrays her. It doesn’t make any moves to get out of my hold. She feels right as hell in my arms too. She’s home and she feels it too. I know Rebel better than she knows herself.
“Tell me you didn’t miss me and I’ll let you go back in there to yo’ little old lady party.”
“You and me…Us. We’re not together anymore and you can’t just roll up late at night and expect me to go with you.”
“Tell me you don’t miss me.”
“I got a man,” she blurts out and I chuckle. Her ass is lying and we both know it.
“I don’t give a fuck about some other fake ass nigga.” My hand lightly grabs her chin and I stare into her pretty eyes. “Just tell me, did you miss me?”
