“Heard you and Quasim linked up.” I smirked. “He may have stepped out of retirement when he heard I was home.” Quasim was the head of Inferno Gods, the biker gang that nobody fucked with. Inferno Gods had their hands in a little bit of everything. When it came to work, we always had a mutual respect, and supplied them. He had stepped back after his baby mother was murdered. Qua raised their daughter, and then his daughter had gotten cancer. Life was one thing after the other with him, and the streets wasn’t a priority for him.
