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

by Jahquel J.

“This your fucking fault. Had you just trapped my brother, we wouldn’t even be here right now. I would be celebrating being an uncle again and a God father.”

OH HOW I MISSED THEM 😭😩🥹

I like to say my secret power was having a praying grandmother. Gams made sure we knew the bible front and back, and that we stayed rooted in the church.

I considered myself a lost soul, just wandering this earth until it was my time. I felt dead on the inside. That was until Blair Underwood walked into my life.

FRRR 🤦🏽‍♀️

That’s the one

Now, don’t get all mad when I act a fool at this concert.” “Nah, Gorgeous, act like you got some damn sense… especially if he comes to our suite.”

THE OGS 🥹🫶🏽 how I’ve missed themmm

“Just challenging myself, Blair. You don’t want to see a black man advance in life? Damn.” He switched the pages still holding the damn magazine upside down.

CAPELLA 😅😭😭

The infamous eyebrow raised. “You correcting that nigga’s name while laying on top of me, my love… that’s not what you just did, right?”

“Erin wants to do that swing shit where they wear some used dress and swing on a big ass swing over a cliff… she love pushing our life insurance limits.”

This man is so dramatic, I cannottttt 😭

It was Blair’s world, and I was just the nigga making sure she always remained protected in it.

Like Blaze said, it was all gas no sense behind the future Queen Inferno.

OKAY WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHEREEEE

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

I never wanted to overshadow anyone else with my problems, always needing something, never able to be the friend that could offer her shoulder because she was a damn mess.

“Daddy, I’m tired. I don’t want to fight anymore… no more needles.”

Harley 😭💔

“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.”

OH MY HEART 💔💔💔

Blair pulled his loc. “Meer, I don’t like you.” “We family… don’t got to like me.”

Quasim Inferno was laying in my bed, no shirt on, feet crossed at the ankles, bopping his head to the music playing, watching a documentary on a cable channel that I didn’t have while knitting.

I CANT OMG 😂💆🏽‍♀️😭

Inscribed into the back, on each side of the cross, were our names. Quasim on one end Blair on the other end. “If we keep this at the center of us, we don’t ever have to worry about this foundation being faulty.

I pray to God every night and morning about her. Asking God to heal her, bring her through this storm, because there is so much waiting for her. I’m waiting for her.