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

by Jahquel J.

Here’s to being bent over and told ‘lose that fucking attitude’

“We married, Blair. You and Sim need to stop playing games so you can suck on his lips like I do my baby.” Meer’s smart ass countered.

I felt the same way when Sim looked down at me with his intense stare that he always kept. My insides felt like jelly whenever that man stood in front of me. I wanted to say ‘yes Papi’ after everything he said.

Anjo and I had a mutual respect for each other that just worked. It was the reason I was so in love with her and kept trying to convince myself that I was tripping. I couldn’t love again like that… not someone that could possibly leave me.

Blair Underwood calmed something inside of me. I had no choice but to make her mine because I didn’t think I could live without her. I’ve already been forced to live without my daughter and Cherie. When it came to Blair, there was no other choice but to make her mine.

Make her Queen Inferno.

I thought because a man showed me love that he actually loved me. Men had a way of showing you what you wanted to see.

“Your album is fire, but I don’t fuck with you. You know she married to my brother, right?”

“You should know me better than that. No nigga can ever make me jealous of what’s already mine… and you are mine, my love.”

I could hear the fear in his voice. “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.”

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.

I hated whenever he called me Blair. It was like my name had always been Anjo or my love. On the rare occasion, he called me Angel.

“All day I been thinking about you… wanting to fuck the shit out of you. Feel you in my arms because that’s where you fucking belong. I couldn’t wait to make it over here, only to find you out with homie.”

“I always say that God don’t be hearing me, but I pray to him anyway. He listened to me; he heard me when I prayed for you. I’ve always prayed for you to beat this, for you to be successful, and to have all that is happening for you.

I wanted this for you, and I’ve witnessed you make it happen on the sidelines… I wanna be your man, Anjo. I don’t want to play the sidelines when it comes to you anymore.”

I stared him down, knowing that I had given the quiet, crazy nigga some pussy, and now I had to worry about if his ass was gonna blow up a building if he saw me talking to a nigga. You know what… hell yeah.

“A rose for every time I wanted to be there and couldn’t be. A rose for every moment I missed, even before knowing you. A rose for all the memories and laughs that we’ll have in our future, cause I love your fucking laugh.” I moved closer to her ear. “A rose for every time I get to watch that face you make when I’m making you cum. I’m always going to give you your flowers in more ways than one… you went so long without getting them that I’m not ever letting a moment pass where you don’t get them from me verbally and physically.”