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

by Jahquel J.

‘Whenever someone unveils their true colors, don’t repaint them with your imagination,

c’mon mother!

“Every time we do karaoke, you get in your feelings because you and Capo come in last place.” Capri mentioned. Erin rolled her eyes. “That’s because you always winning because your man can actually sing. Actually, you and Meer are disqualified.” “That ain’t even fair. He doesn’t even sing at his highest range.” “Oh, so you bragging now?” Alaia added. Capri busted out laughing. “I’m sensing jealousy because my man can sing.” “Well, my man got two jobs,” Alaia mocked Rochelle from the sitcom Everybody Hates Chris.

😭😂😂😂 alaia’s personality be cracking me tf up!

The one thing Big Capp was going to do was keep us laughing while he maintained a straight face.

every time 😂

“I was only supposed to be placed with her for an emergency placement until they could get me into a group home. I was there for two months, and Augusta told me that I was going to stay, and age out the system in her home. So, I stayed with her until I was eighteen. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have gone to college in the first place. She’s tough as shit, stern, and straight forward, but the love that woman has outweighs all of that, and she loves me like I’m her own child.”

she may have been stern but it all stemmed from the love augusta had for you

“It fucks with me, Anjo. I hear her voice calling me from her bedroom, knowing that she’s not there no more. She hasn’t been there in some time, and she’ll never be there again. The crayon mark near the kitchen, I can’t even bring myself to clean it because it’s her… it reminds me of her. How can I move on when I still have Cherie’s perfume and skincare on her side of the sink?” The more he spoke, the more tears fell down his face.

i feel like he should some grief counseling.

While my friends were having the time of their lives in college, I was holding everything in, because I couldn’t tell them my boyfriend beat me and was hooked on heroin. I hated to feel any pity from anyone, or face embarrassment. Truthfully, I never said anything because I wanted to protect Tyshawn. I was so worried about what people would think about him more than I worried about myself.

thank god she’s out of that abusive relationship now

“There’s a dinosaur in the backyard, Sim… word is bond,” Meer slurred as Capri rushed in behind him. “Why is he talking like an old head from New York?” I questioned. He staggered a bit. “Good question, Stabby. Why you straddling my brother when you got a rapper boyfriend professing his love for you on stage?”

his ass is pissy drunk 😂😂😂

“Hating ass.” “Stick to playing the piano, Ray.” “Ray?” Me and Capri both asked him confused, as he stumbled back a few paces while looking at us. “Yeah. Ray Charles… you ever see his ass playing, he been shaking his head a little.”

LMAOOO BRUH GET THE FUCKSJHSJS

If Barky became a problem, I had no problem showing her who he slid into, and who had his heart. “Handle that situation before it becomes a problem, Quasim.” I held his face and looked into his eyes. “I got you.” His hand reached up and grabbed my chin. “You handle homie, since we making demands… you don’t want me to handle the problem, my love.” The seriousness in his eyes told me that I in fact didn’t want him to handle the situation. “I got you.”

girl you better RUNNNN

Neither of them could sing, but it was cute watching how they cut up to this song. Cappadonna was in his own zone, as he hit the hood nigga two-step. It didn’t matter what song came on, when it came to a hood nigga, he was going to hit that infamous two-step, and some way, it just went with whatever song.

hood niggas love themselves a two-step

“I’m sorry if I made you feel…” she sang to him, as he looked down at her, and rocked to the music. Even with the traumatic journey the two of them had been on together, you can see the love and determination that they had for their marriage. Added with all of us here to support them. They were the youngest couple, and I was so proud and happy to see them both coming into their own separately so they could come together for their little family. He put the mic to his mouth, and rapped Ghostface Killah’s verse.

gonna love me is the perfect song for them 🥹

I felt Quasim wipe my face, and that was when I realized that I was crying. True love was something that I had always wanted for myself. Someone to love me, accept me for me, and show me that I meant something to them. When I turned to look at him, he was already staring at me. How did I miss that look? It had been there all along and I needed to find it and pull it out of him.

he’s always loved you mamas

“I will show you, the type of man I was raised to be if you just let me…” he sang as he was staring directly at me. My hand rested on my chest as I rocked to the beat of the song while never breaking eye contact with him.

😢🥹

One thing my baby was going to do was bully my ass, and make sure I knew how she felt. A nigga needed that at times, because had she not been so honest and open with how she felt, I can’t say that I would have made the first move. That fucking fear was a bitch, and would cripple the fuck out of me, keeping me from what I should have known I deserved.

as she should 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽

I never realized how fucking bossy Blair was, and how much the shit was a turn on for me. She wasn’t scared or ashamed to admit that she loved me and wanted me. Even not knowing if I felt the same for her.

a little reassurance here and there won’t hurt

“I saw Kiki the other day… I went to her for a hair consultation.” “And this is relevant information to me, how?” He ripped open the duck sauce packages and squeezed it on his egg roll before taking a bite. I folded my arms. “Everyone knows that you have a crush on Kiki… why are you acting like you don’t?”

exactly stop fronting yasin

He pointed the stick that the chicken had been on before he demolished it. “Why you assuming shit. I don’t fuck my dancers… you ain’t never heard not to shit in the bank?” “I have never heard anyone say that before.”

right cause that’s not even the right saying 😂😭😭

Media News (Celeb gossip): Zay and Grace seen together at his show in Prague. Are the couple back together? Or is she just supporting her ex-boo?

OH?!??

“Sister, Havoc? You don’t have no damn sister… have you been purchasing classes just to talk to her?” He had this sheepish smirk on his face. “Needed a reason to talk to her.” “Um, how about you start with… my name is Havoc, and I like you.” “Not that easy, B.”

awww havoc thats cute!

Synthia was unique in every way. Her warm ivory skin was covered in tattoos, and she wore a ring on nearly every finger. Her straight black hair fell down her back and was usually down, or on the rare occasion, pulled up into a bun. She had the cutest button nose that was littered with freckles, and a heart nose ring.

she sounds really pretty

On her knuckles, she had ‘men suck’ tattooed across them, which intrigued me when she came to the studio for the first time. Aside from her tattoos, she was very much a girly girl and loved the color lavender. Even her electric bike was lavender, and every time she got a fresh set of nails, you could bet the color lavender was incorporated into whatever design that she got. Havoc’s height and body build would swallow her petite 5’4 frame.

Recommendation: listen to ‘She’s Somebody’s Daughter’ by Drew Baldridge

STOP MAKING ME CRY JAHQUEL

We were in the hospital because Harley couldn’t stop vomiting. For the past two days, every time she ate, she couldn’t keep anything down. I brought her in, and she was so dehydrated that they had to administer an IV for her. The chicken nuggets, her favorite, were sitting in front of her untouched because her appetite was slim to none. Her hair was gone, with just a few pieces holding on that I couldn’t bring myself to shave. She loved her hair. It was her favorite thing, and the fact that she got it from my mother, made her hair that more special. Mina Inferno was going to share that curly hair gene with her entire bloodline if she had to.

it’s one thing for additions cancer but young children and babies battling it hurts ten times harder

She looked up at me with tired eyes. I knew she was tired of fighting, but I needed her. She couldn’t leave me, so I would do or spend whatever to make sure I fought for her life. Harley didn’t need to fight; her father was going to always fight for her. “I’m ugly.”

nooooo you’re not baby girl

She heaved a sigh and handed me my phone back. “Daddy, I’m tired. I don’t want to fight anymore… no more needles.” I had been doing a good job at holding it together until she said those words to me. “You can’t leave daddy… God needs you down here with me a little longer… okay?” She nodded her head and snuggled into my chest as I kissed her. “Okay daddy… only for you.”

if only that were the case. as selfish as it was, he lost his wife. losing his baby girl back to back would’ve hurt him.

“My beautiful baby,” I whispered as I continued to rock her, while looking at the TV. Harley Inferno was the most beautiful little girl in the world. She was my little girl, and I just needed her to keep fighting for me.

he’s so strong…now i see why he’s the way he is

Ellis, Ezra, and Evan were triplets, and as crazy as they came. At twenty-one, niggas had bodies under their belt. I knew their pops before he was murdered, and I told their grandmother I would take them under my wing.

elijah and the twins…quasim is officially a peer counselor

I leaned up the minute that I fully took in her new hair. She had dyed it blonde, and kept her pixie, adding some curls into it. The sun from Bali along with the blonde, brought out her freckles more.

MY BITCH LOOK TF GOOOOOD

I left the bathroom and looked at them sitting in the front on their phones, fucking around like they usually did. “Yo, get the fuck out.” They looked at me confused and then laughed. “Damn, you could ask nicely… we get it. I gotta call my baby mama anyway.” “Nigga, you don’t have any kids,” Ellis reminded his brother. “With the way she kept sucking when I told her to stop, I might have to make her one,” He snickered as he and his brothers headed out the door to their bikes.

lord i know they’re gonna be a handful LMAOOO

That look she held in her eyes was only for me. She only looked at me like that when I was inside her. I was the only nigga that could put that look on her face. Her eyes opened and we held our eye contact as I continued to fuck her, while biting down on my bottom lip. “Throw this shit back, Anjo… show me that you missed me. That’s what you had told me, right?”

😮‍💨😩🪭🪭🪭

Staring up into my eyes with that devilish grin, she took me into her mouth while never breaking eye contact. Every time I thought she was about to choke; she took more of me inside her mouth until I was looking at my shit in her throat. “Fuck, Blair…. Shit,” I hissed.

#throatgoat

“Anjo… fuck… my love…. My wife… shit, you suck this shit, baby,” I demanded, holding her head.

She was gonna learn that it was my way or my way when it came to shit I wanted. I would always spoil her, and she could have anything she wanted as long as I had air in my lungs, but I ran shit around this bitch. I talked all that shit, knowing that she had me wrapped around her pretty ass fingers. The woman could tell me to shoot the nigga that owned the corner store on her block, and I would be coming in through the back of the store to handle him because she asked me to. Anjo didn’t realize the power she possessed when it came to me.

like we know who really run things around here

“You told me that she has early onset Alzheimer’s.” The doctor looked between me, my brother, and father to confirm that was in fact true. “Yeah. She’s been diagnosed for a few years now. I always knew it was something because even before she got like this, she was always forgetful and a whole host of other shit.” He looked down at the beeper that sounded on his hip, and he silenced it. “We’ve run every test, which is why I didn’t want to discharge her once she was awake. I can confidently say that your wife and mother doesn’t have Alzheimer’s.”

DON’T PLAY WITH ME—

“Her doctor was confident, and even ran tests.” Dr. Pullman dropped the professional act and looked at us three, man to man. “She was lazily diagnosed because I called her doctor’s office and had her files sent over to me before even having this conversation with you. I hate to give hope when there is none because it further breaks a family down.” “So, you saying I need to go fuck her other doctor up?” Blaze asked with a serious face, and the doctor looked, waiting for laughter to follow. It never did.

i think he should because that fucking lazy doctor had this whole family set on the fact their matriarch may deteriorate over the years. now they’re saying SHE DON’T EVEN HAVE THE SHIT!

“I’m telling you that your wife has a meningioma tumor, which can sometimes be mistaken for Alzheimer’s. With her age, I was skeptical when you told me that she had it, which is what made me look further into it.”

bro what the fuck? she’s been living with this tumor in her brain all this time?!

“There’s a chance that I’ll get my baby back… that’s what you telling me?” The doctor smiled. “Look, many patients do experience an improvement in their memory, because the tumor’s presence was impacting their cognitive function. It’s also important for me to tell you that not every patient will see a complete restoration of their memory, and some things she may not remember, or it may be foggy to her. From the scans, the tumor is right near the part of the brain where it’s affecting her speech, which is why she doesn’t speak as much or struggles to articulate words or thoughts.”

wooooow

“We will perform a Craniotomy to remove the tumor. In some cases, we’re able to remove everything. If by some chance, we cannot get everything, she will have to do radiation to assure that it doesn’t grow back… I will give your family some time to talk everything over and digest this. We’ll get her on the schedule for this coming week.”

i can only imagine what’s going through papa’s mind right now

“Gams, they gonna get my baby back.” My father told her, as he walked over to my mother who was staring out the window at the view of the concrete buildings. He held her face, as she held his and stared into his eyes. I watched as he kissed her all over her face while she continued to stare into his eyes. That lost look that she usually had with all of us, she never had with him.

i’m so happy for them UGH they’re gonna make me cry!

We didn’t need to say anything because her presence and feeling her arms around me was all I needed. It was all I had needed all along, and deep down, I knew it; I was just too scared to admit it because I had gone so long without needing someone. I needed Blair.

this was all we wanted for him: to let someone in and accept everything that comes with in through the good and bad times. blair is his anchor as he is for her 🤍

Mina’s surgery was successful, and they were able to remove the entire tumor from her brain.

THANK YOU GOD

The chance to get their mother back was something so big for the both of them. They weren’t Inferno Gods in that room, they were two little boys holding onto hope that they would get their mother back.

That look he gave me as I cradled his head like a baby, was one that sent chills up my spine. A look that told me that I was in it with him, and there was no turning back. I’ve wanted him to tell or even show me how he loved, and King Inferno was showing me exactly how he loved. I was his.

yes you are

I wasn’t his wife, or even his girlfriend. He told me that I was his, but what did that come with? Did I have benefits, paid time off, what the hell came with being his? Other than having IG’s with me nearly all the time.

she’s treating this like a job talking about PTO 🤣🤣

I tried to walk into the restaurant alone with my arms at my sides, but he came and grabbed my hand up and paparazzi got the perfect picture of me shielding my face with my clutch while holding his hands. This nigga was trying to get us both killed, and he didn’t even know it.

deadass

I looked away. “I’ve been swamped. Don’t give me shit because you know how that goes… right?” “Yeah, the difference is I make time for you.” “And Grace?” He looked down at his diamond Cuban link bracelet. “Is this what that’s about?”

well it certainly isn’t about the weather

He sighed. “It’s for the record, Blair. I’m not thinking about that girl, and she’s going hard because she thinks this might lead to us being together again.” “Why not tell the media that it’s about a record?” “Shit don’t work like that. These record labels push a lot of money behind us, and they want to make sure they get that back and then some. Rumors sell, and since we’ve been seen together, the support for her upcoming album has been crazy.” “Wow.”

wow so even IF she never took on quasim, she would’ve still been dealing with a man who’s using rumors of a reconciliation with an ex to sell records? she dodged a damn bullet.

Quasimmy: my love?

Me: Hey Simmy! How’s Mina?

Quasimmy: Lighter fluid or Molotov cocktails, Angel?

REALLY SIMMY?!