Page 40 of Kassir and Rebel
“Make sure that nigga gets away from here,” I tell Riq.
“And?” he questions with raised eyebrows. Every DP member in the park is on go and ready for whatever behind me and Leem.
Roman’s last words ring in my ear, so I keep my promise to him and spare Mano. “And make sure he stays breathing,” I say and Riq nods then shakes his head.
I have someone more important to deal with, Rebel. Shaking my head, I trek toward my ride. She’s standing in front of my passenger side. Her arms are crossed, one foot anchored over the other, and there’s a tight ass scowl on her face.
Chapter 12
Rebel
Fighting!
Kassir actually fighting at the damn park, in front of kids, in front ofhiskid.
Un-fucking-believable!
The minute my eyes lock with his, I just shake my damn head. One minute, we’re having a chill day at the park. I’m talking with Teaira about my wonderful date last night in Crescent Falls then this shit happens. The Kassir he claimed no longer existed seems to magically reappear.
Kassir hops up from the bleachers like a fucking rabbit, storms into the parking lot, and beats the shit out of some man. He and Suleem are acting like mad men in front of all these people and kids and now he’s walking toward me like this shit didn’t just happen.
“Bae,” he says when he’s in front of me. “That…that was ju?—”
“Just open the door,” I say, cutting his ass off.
He reaches for my arm but I put my hands up. I can’t deal with him, much less look at him because there’s blood on his fucking shirt. I just want to get in his ride and get away from his ass. If it wasn’t for Kassan, I would have hopped my ass in the car with Teaira.
“You hurt, Daddy?” Kassan asks with so much concern. As much as I tried to get him away from the shit, I couldn’t stop him from looking back and seeing it.
“No. I’m straight. I’m not hurt at all,” he tells Kassan, although his eyes are trained on me. “Let’s go get something to eat. Then I’ll take you home.”
“You can drop me off,” I utter but Kassan hears me.
“You not going to eat with us?” he asks.
“Yeah. She’s eating with us,” Kassir answers for me and I roll my eyes, hard. He steps closer to me and I move to the side. So he opens my door then the back door for Kassan. Reluctantly and pissed the hell off, I get in and he closes my door. When he’s inside, he has the nerve to place his hand on my knee. “Where do you want to eat?” he asks me but I ignore him. I discreetly try to push his hand away but he doesn’t move it. “Alright, man, you pick the place. Where do you want to eat?” he asks Kassan.
“Can I have pancakes and chicken for dinner?”
“Yeah. We can go there.”
Kassir starts his ride then pulls out of the parking lot. As he drives, my words are screaming in my head and I can’t wait to tell him how angry, disappointed, and confused I am. The only thing saving him is Kassan.
“You like pancakes, Rebel?” Kassan asks, and of course I answer him. I’m ignoring his damn daddy, not him.
“I love them actually and I prefer them for dinner too.”
“Are you gonna get some?”
“Nah. I’m not hungry but you eat all the pancakes you want.”
“Ay. I’m just going to get the food to-go. It’s getting late and y’all gotta be at the airport early.”
“Okay,” Kassan sighs. Clearly, he’s disappointed but I’m relieved. Kassan isn’t the problem; his damn daddy is, and unfortunately, I need him out of this truck so I can deal with his dad.
A few minutes later, we are in the parking lot of Pancake House. Both Kassir and Kassan get out but I stay inside the G-Wagon. When I see them walk into the diner, I pull out my cell and call Teaira. I swear she answers before her line rings.
“What happened?” she blurts out.
