Quasim: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods, #1)

by Jahquel J.

She was safer loving a different nigga than me. As much as seeing her smile in that rapper nigga’s face, I knew she was safer with him than me. These pussies didn’t give a fuck about trying to end me, they wanted to take the next best thing, and that was anyone that I loved. I loved Blair.

“You froze like a man caught between new love and grief. The guilt you carry for Cherie is eating you alive and not allowing you to move on. Sim, you feel like because her life ended, yours did, too.” “It fucking did.”

🥺

“Nigga, she stabbed a bitch in the head because your name was mentioned… our family’s name was mentioned. Women like Suga and Blair don’t come around often. You see how proud Sug is to wear that Inferno name. Yeah, she’s Lady Inferno, but it’s time for you to have a Queen Inferno, Sim. Capri Inferno would die for this family, pull up and air everything out behind us… Blair would do the same fucking thing. Stop letting fear get in the way and love the fuck out of her. B deserves that shit.” He stood up and stretched. “Got me not listening to one of my favorite rappers cause of this shit.”

😭😭😭 quameer get on my nerves but as usual he’s speaking true facts.

“Sim, are you going to leave me?” Elijah’s voice came through the line, and I leaned forward with my glass of gin in my hand. “Nah, why you think that?” “You didn’t come back and it’s late.”

awwww

Havoc was perfectly comfortable with not hearing a damn thing. He got through life perfectly fine without his hearing, and only put it on to make it easier for other people. If it was up to him, he would have all of us scrambling to learn sign language, or having Yasin translate for us. I knew more than everyone else, because I was patient and needed to know my crew.

i can’t wait to read up on him when he gets his spin off

My car wasn’t practical with a nine-year-old, so I went and bought myself a Yukon Denali with all the bells and whistles. Yeah, I was taking this parenting thing a little too seriously, but with the way Elijah was content in the back with his new iPad and cellphone, I’d be extra to keep that boy happy.

he’s father of the year already 🥹

Berkeley: Hey stranger.

oh girl go away!

In my head, Blair was my wife. I just needed my heart and mind to get on one accord and cooperate.

FAST.

There was really no rhyme or reason why we needed to be married. Other than the fact that he wanted to be married, and I didn’t want to get punched in the side of my head for telling him no. At times, I regretted not putting up more of a fight and telling him that I didn’t want to marry him. He murdered our baby, and then I went and married him. Stupid.

well lesson learned

“A congratulations is in order… you are officially divorced.”

AYE SINGLE BIG BLAIR!

Capri clapped her hands and hugged me before sitting in the chair beside me. “You are free from that bum. Now you can move on, marry Quasim, have babies, and all that jazz.”

we’ll see…about that…

“I cannot continue to keep being roped in with shit like that. I’m tired of waiting around until he’s ready… I’ve given him space, even time, because I had my own shit going on. Now that I am healthy and not doing chemo and puking my guts out on the daily, I want to live, and I want a man. I’ve spent the time healing and learning what I want, and Quasim can’t give me that… I want to be fucked from sunup to sundown… eyelash hanging off, and hair just stuck to my damn forehead.”

YOU GO BITCH I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!

Zoya leaned forward. “If a nigga don’t wanna die a little bit for me, then he’s not the one… every man that I’ve dated, my brother has turned down or said was soft. I admit, they all fold when they meet the Menace Caselli… since he doesn’t want to be reasonable, I’m dating whoever I want until the right one ain’t scared of my brother.” “Goon,” I faked a cough and Zoya narrowed her eyes at me. “Sorry, think I have a cold coming on.”

😂😂😂 exactly blair let zoya know

Capella walked over toward her with Rory and said something and she laughed, standing on her toes to kiss her son and then her husband. I watched as Capella stared down at her and could tell he loved the shit out of her. He took our conversation to heart, and actually did the work; he was going to win his wife back. They both were going to win each other back, and I was here for their second chance.

i’m so glad they’re putting the work in for their marriage. blair really gave capella a wake up call!

“He’s been telling everybody that will listen… even told his grandfather when he was eating.” Aimee busted out laughing, clearly still tickled by Rory ruining his grandfather’s appetite. “Nah, cause he came running out the bathroom without washing his hands and held Pop’s face with his dirty ass hands.” The both of them were in stitches as they recounted the memory.

poor capp LMAOOO he really loves his grandson cause i’ll be damned!

“How’s Skyler been?” “Stressed. Her stupid ass baby daddy allowed his mother to talk him into taking her to court to establish paternity since he’s not on her birth certificate.” “Fuck.” “Yeah, that whole situation freaked her out, so she basically called off whatever she was building with Corleon. She doesn’t want him to use anything against her during this whole court situation.”

man all the freaking baby daddies/baby mommas in this book are infuriating as hell. hopefully skyler comes out on top cause i miss my trio!

“You’re going to make some woman super happy… but lord a football team sounds painful.” He hesitated on closing the door while staring me right in the eyes. “Stop fucking playing with me, Blair.” “What do you mean?” “Yeah… ight.” He nodded his head as he closed the door and walked around the truck, climbing into the driver’s seat.

nah cause sir you need to figure out what you want first

“You’re an asshole, Quasim… can’t believe I was ever in love with you.” He snorted. “So, you fall out of love that fast?” “You tend to learn how to stop caring when you’re shuffled around from foster homes… your attachments to people tend to fade as quickly as you’re in a new home, so yes.”

my parents are fighting I DON’T LIKE THIS!

“I want you, Anjo, and you know that. Except, you want me to be how you want me… shit don’t work like that.”

“No…Not true,” I stammered. “You lying to me now? You want me to be who you want me to be, Blair… that’s not how shit works… I wanna love you, give you everything, but I gotta figure how to do that without you getting hurt… but yo impatient ass wanna throw a tantrum, right?” He pinched my pearl, which sent this chill winding up my back and caused me to scream out in pleasure.

I CAN’T—

“Let me be happy. Even if that’s not with you, stop doing this with me. Let me go, because I can’t do this. My heart hurts and it’s not supposed to do that with you. It has hurt so many times in the past, and I don’t want that anymore… you’re not ready and I can see and understand that. Stop playing both sides… wanting me when you want me, then discarding me when you sense things getting too serious. It’s not fair to me and I deserve fucking better. I told you that I loved you and you couldn’t say it back… continue to heal and focus on you. As for me and you… I’m done.”

now that’s what i’m talking about

“When I first found out that I had cancer, I hated myself because I wasted so much of my healthy years accepting what I didn’t deserve. Chasing and giving my all to someone who couldn’t and wouldn’t do the same. I promised myself if I fought hard and overcame it, I would put me first. I love you, Quasim, but I love me more. I owe it to myself to see where this can go with Zay. Allow him to love me.” I opened the car door, grabbing my bags and heading into the house without looking back, because I knew I would burst into tears.

🫩🥺 lord these two but i need my girl happy!

Blair knew she loved me and wanted me to know it. I was the ass hat that couldn’t say it back because I was afraid. Not because I didn’t know how she felt, but because I knew the minute I admitted that shit out loud, it became real.

She deserved more from me and being that my ass couldn’t step up and give that to her, I had to let her be happy. Fuck that. She couldn’t be happy without me, and the same applied to me. I couldn’t get with anybody else and ever be happy. Blair made me happy; she sparked that part of my heart with her corky ass personality.

and you know exactly what to do but you’re not saying the right words

“Ready to see the nigga that you letting take your woman?” “Fuck you, Capp.” I laughed.

LMAOOO

“I rest when I’m with her.” “Then you know what you need to do, baby. I know that you will do everything to protect that girl. Quasim, you had to step into this life earlier than you should have, and you carry a lot on your back. You’ve also lost a lot, too,”

My baby stabbed a bitch in the head because she mentioned my name. When all I wanted to do was protect her, there she was, protecting me. Aside from the Gods and my family, I never had a woman want to protect me so bad. I could tell that if it came down to it, she would ride and protect me as much as I would protect her. My love.

now this would be the perfect time for you to express these emotions to blair please i beg of you 🫩

I watched as she quickly closed the doors and locked them while adjusting her robe. Like hell I wanted that shit to fall to the ground so I could see her body again. Fuck this view, Blair butt ass naked, exposing that pussy to me was my favorite view.

uhn uhn cause the last time she was butt ass naked for you, you had her looking dumb!

I sat in the emergency room with my legs shaking as I waited for them to tell me something. Anything. I got the call from her mother that she had been shot and dropped off in front of her house. When she called me hysterical, my chest became tight, and I couldn’t breathe for the first time in a long time. The panic rose in my chest like a bothersome cough that you couldn’t get rid of.

The sound of the huge wooden doors opened, and we all stood up. I watched as the doctor walked across the room, coming directly to me. The sorrow in his eyes reached me before his feet did, and deep down I already knew. My baby was gone.

cherie 😢

They tried to clean her up as best as they could, but I could see some of the blood on the fresh white sheet. I walked slowly over toward her and sniffled as I looked at her favorite butterfly necklace that I had bought her. Cherie loved butterflies. It was her favorite thing, and when we met, she actually had a butterfly clip in her hair with her curls pinned up.

“I…I’m sorry, bab…baby,” I whimpered as I covered her body up and kissed her on the forehead. I didn’t want to leave her. Climbing onto the other side, I didn’t care that she was gone. In my heart, she was still here, and my chest felt calm feeling her next to me. It was like I knew she was gone, but my mind refused to believe the shit. I held her in my arms as tears fell down my face onto hers.

once again the backstory breaks my heart

“Bad shit happens to me, Anjo… people live to take the people I love away from me, and I can’t handle losing you… losing another person I love.” My head snapped up when he said that four letter word; I had been longing to hear him say it. I stared him in the eyes. “You love me, Simmy?” “I love you so much that shit hurts at times… I love you enough to stay away because I know Tookie won’t hesitate to get at you to spite me. I took that man’s family away piece by piece.”

he finally said the three words 🥺

“Cause I know the minute that I do, there’s no coming back. You don’t know what you want, Anjo. One minute you want me, then the next you telling me that you and Ray is getting serious… You can say you love me and not want this, Anjo.” “I know what I want, Quasim.”

she been knew what she want and not quasim renaming zay 😂😂

This time felt different from the first time I was naked in front of him. As I leaned up onto my elbows, staring at the man before me, I was in awe. The sun was coming up over the water, creating the perfect image for me to take a mental snapshot for the memory bank. He looked like a God kneeling before me. He was a God. An Inferno God.

His lips rested on my forehead as he gave me soft kisses while I clung onto him because I never wanted to let him go. “I love you, Simmy.” “I love you more, Anjo.” He squeezed me, as I kissed his chest.

it took us almost to the end of the book but we got there! THANK YOU JESUS

Big Pri: Girl, you know we can hear you screaming… woke me up.

girrrrrl please i’ve been waiting for this moment

Anjo showed me exactly what that felt like. She wasn’t afraid to show me that she was going crazy about me. Each time she told me she was done, and to leave her alone, she could never stand on it because the love she had for me was so strong.

Every time I heard this song, it made me think of my future, and the love that my brother had for me. It was one of those songs that I held close to my heart and cherished.

“You can tell me anything, Anjo.” She pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Can I, without you running and shutting me out? I want to make sure that this is a safe place, and that you won’t go running from me.” I had scared her. “You got my word that I won’t shut you out, baby.”

please become that safe space for her because the last time this happened it didn’t go well.

Anjo had no idea that I was the nigga in charge in all parts of this, and the minute she got this dick, I wasn’t going to be the only one crazy.

whew chile don’t we know it

“Chill, we just exchanged words.” “That’s where you get it fucked up. I know it’s been a minute since you said that shit to someone, but those aren’t just words to her… hell, to me. When I told Suga I loved her, that shit was a feeling. Yeah, I said the words to her, but I felt the shit before the words even left my mouth.”

we know meer cat 🥹

He was right. I had been in denial about how I felt about Blair for a little minute. Always pushing it out of my head and convincing myself that she was better off without me. When she hopped out the car to get on the jet to go to Monaco, I felt that shit hard. It hit me like a punch to the chest. This woman was simply existing in my world, and she had the power to bring me to my knees. She didn’t even know how much she had me wrapped around her fingers. It was Blair’s world, and I was just the nigga making sure she always remained protected in it.

this was what i wanted for him. he’s deserved to feel love again despite everything that went on with cherie and harley 🥹

I was so turned on watching her because she was staring directly into my eyes the entire shoot. I took as many pictures as I could focus on, because the focus was on her. My focus was on her.

Then it was that red on her. It was my favorite color on her, and she knew that shit. I took every piece of her in as she was in her element. The women all hyped her up, as she tapped into her Tyra Banks shit, smiling with her eyes and shit. The photographer got her from all angles, as she kicked her feet out and looked over at me. This was my wife.

Even knowing that I could get her pregnant, the sound of her wanting to take a plan b pissed me the fuck off. I was a conflicted nigga, and I knew that and owned the shit. I could have slid inside of her while in Italy, but I held back because I knew the minute that I was inside her that I would feel like this.

Anjo had no clue how serious I was when it came to how I was coming behind her. Give me the white straight jacket because all my control and common sense went out the window. Like Blaze said, it was all gas no sense behind the future Queen Inferno.

this is the energy i’ve been waiting on 👏🏽

That was Capri, though. She was always worried about someone, and she could sense when something was wrong. At times, she would be worried about how someone else was doing over her own wellbeing.

same, being an empath is a blessing and a curse

“I had a miscarriage a little before coming on this trip. I know it’s stupid to cry about a baby that I didn’t even know, but I can’t help but feel this hole in my chest.”

aww jeffie

“I told my best friend about my miscarriage, and she wasn’t even there for me. All I got was some generic ass message, and she not once reached out to talk to me, to ask if I was good… to comfort me. It was Skyler who dropped everything to be there for me, who keeps checking in on me, reminding me that I will become a mother one day… not the girl I’ve known since middle school. I think that hurts just as much as miscarrying my baby.”

when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. that middle school “friend” wouldn’t be hearing from me again if that was me.