Page 43 of Kassir and Rebel
“Because I’m telling you that I’ll never hurt you like that again. I have a second chance with you and I’m not fucking this shit up.”
“My heart can’t take it if you do,” I admit.
“And neither can mine.” His hand caresses the side of my face, then he leans in, resting his nose on mine. “I’m not in the streets like I used to be but I’m still a street nigga. That part of me will never go away. But I promise you, I’ll never let that part of me hurt you again in any way. All I want to do is love you. Just love me back, bae.”
“You know I do,” I tell him.
“Then trust me.” He sighs then shakes his head. “This shit with us is real.”
“I know, baby.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead then says, “I gotta shower this day and that nigga’s blood off me. Come join me in a few minutes. I need to bury my face in your sweet pussy.”
Chapter 13
Kassir
“Where are you going?” Rebel asks as soon as I scoot forward on the bleachers.
“To get my damn money. This shit is a wrap. We are up by ten and Kove and Riq out there embarrassing them niggas,” I say while shaking my head.
“We not gon’ stay to see the trophy and scholarship presentation?” she scoffs. “And what about my nachos?”
“Nah, bae, we not staying but finish yo’ nachos then meet me down there.” I motion toward the end of the bleachers then kiss her cheek.
As soon as I stand, Rebel, Yahzi, and Teaira start screaming again. They’ve been acting like the damn D-Ville cheerleaders out here. We made it to the final game against the Bedford Boys and our guys are out here bringing that heat. There’s less than five minutes left in the game and ain’t no way they coming back, especially after that last three.
After dapping Leem and Yoel, Yaakov’s brother, up, I arrogantly nod over at Ralph’s pussy ass and laugh. That nigga looks heated. His face is tight as fuck. Another year in a row and the D-Ville Ballerz are walking away with the title, the trophy,and the bragging rights. And I’m about to walk away with my one hundred and twenty-two stacks.
When I make it through the crowd of niggas standing around the bleachers, I find Mr. Dave’s tent. Leem and I get a percentage of all the bets but Mr. Dave manages the bets and the pot. He actually handles all the betting in the hood. His pops used to run numbers back in the day so that shit is in his DNA.
There are a few DPs posted up outside of the tent. Besides a few fights from niggas talking shit each year, there’s no real issues here at Highland Park. However, I’m extra careful when it comes to money, and there’s a lot of it in this tent today, so their presence is a necessary precaution.
The minute I walk up to the tent, one of Mr. Dave’s daughters places a large black duffle bag on the table. They assist him every tournament, so they know exactly who I am. I smile at her as I grab the bag and nod at him. He’s on the other end of the table taking care of payoffs. He’ll make sure the coaches and players all get paid too.
Rebel actually meets me right outside the tent so I don’t have to head back to the court. Instead, we walk to the parking lot. When I toss the duffle on the back seat, she looks back at it.
“All of that is money?” she asks, astonished.
“Yeah. You wanna count it?” I smirk.
“Hell nawl. Don’t you have a machine that does that?”
“I do,” I tell her, then start the engine.
If we don’t dip now, we’ll get caught up in this traffic. The lot is full and cars are all on both sides of the streets. Ball is Lyfe has a few officers directing traffic but it’s still going to be a cluster once this shit is over.
“Are we going to your momma’s house first or do you need to drop that money off?” she asks.
“Drop it off. I need to put this in my safe. I don’t like carrying this much bread on me.”
I back out of my space then head back to D-Ville. My moms was serious as hell about seeing Rebel so I promised to bring her by after the game. It’s going to be a quick visit though; I’m lowkey trying to spend the rest of the day celebrating with my girl. After we squashed that shit about Mano the other night, Rebel mentioned a coaching job at the high school. I’m doing whatever I can to make sure she takes it and I plan on fucking her so good she applies for the job today. Pushing her away again is not an option. Rebel is here, with me, and she’s gotta stay.
When we pull up behind the building, Rebel starts laughing out of the blue. “You good?” I ask.
“Yeah. Ma’s car is gone again. Her and Mr. James are living it up,” she says, grinning.
“They still honeymooning.”
