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

by Jahquel J.

“Ring that shit off the wall, Michael Myers!” Cappadonna clapped his hands as he held one of his twins, while Alaia held the other.

He starting already

A nigga that wasn’t even worthy of the spit in my mouth.

Damn

He laughed and pulled me next to him. “What up?” Meer gave a half ass nod, and Capri looked at him. “What, Suga? We can’t be acting like fans… family first.” “Excuse my husband.” Capri apologized for Quameer. He walked over closer to us. “Your album is fire, but I don’t fuck with you. You know she married to my brother, right?” “Quameer!” I punched his ass.

He so .messy

There was only one person that Tyshawn loved more than himself, and that was heroin. The day I walked in on him shooting up inside his room should have been the last straw for me. I should have ran that day and never looked back. I never did.

Woah wtf

“Yes. Now you’re suddenly interested in me because you saw me with Zay. I’ve been ignored by you for months and now you want me near you… it’s bullshit, Sim.”

Put your foot down girl

“Stop talking to me like you customer service or some shit, Anjo… drop that fucking attitude.” He demanded. Quasim was a leader in every sense of the word. He was the kind of man that demanded things, and they happened. I couldn’t pretend that his dominance wasn’t a turn on for me. I craved a man to lead me and dominate my life in the correct way.

THANK YAAAAAA

“Why you want to mess with that lunatic, B?” Yasin questioned. His question pulled me out the slight trance that I had fallen into. “What are you talking about?” “You know he here, right?” “Who?” Havoc snorted. “You an owl, Blair… who else would be here?”

Uhhhohhh

As we stood in that hallway – forehead to forehead – I wanted to take her inside and show her why that other nigga didn’t matter. Blair deserved more than that, though. She didn’t deserve to be fucked because I was trying to prove a point to her. She knew who she should have been with, and it was me that was preventing that.

Who are you to make that call???

I want to be fucked from sunup to sundown… eyelash hanging off, and hair just stuck to my damn forehead.”

Me too girl

Quameer came out the house fixing his belt while smirking to himself. When he looked up, he fixed his face. “They coming now.” “Don’t fucking care, Pissy.” Capone replied, already knowing why he was fixing his belt while smirking. “I’m gonna let that slide because my wife just made me a very happy man… if you know what I mean, Capo,” He continued to fuck with him because he knew it bothered him.

HAHAHA

Fucking weirdo. He had damn near all his chains on as he bopped his head to the beat and the crowd went crazy for him. It wasn’t that I didn’t like his music, I was more of a Maliek Dubrow fan, because he rapped about his struggle, but other shit, too. While Blaze was a fan, I was tired of hearing about his ass rap about his mama working hard and him eating ramen noodles. Nigga… We all fucking ate ramen noodles, he wasn’t special because he did, and I was tired of hearing it. The only reason I came was because of Anjo, and I wanted to be near her.

Jealous Much ?

“Cool with me.” Cappadonna replied while messing with his beard. “If when we stop to refuel, you need to take a rest, let me know because I can take over…I’m a pilot myself, feel me?” “Leroy, please!” We all screamed because this man always swore, he knew how to do something.

Yall hating on my man

“The villa only has s⁠—” Capone laughed. “She heard you Gorgeous, she trying to be married with her husband… she not trying to share no room with Jason.”

They so petty

“Is my friend alive?” “The fuck?” “I heard screaming in the early hours this morning… just making sure she’s alive.” Capri busted out laughing. Blaze held his hand out to dap me up. “Somebody got some cutty last night.”

She did all that yelling for nothing yall

Anjo.” I whispered into her ear, kissing her neck in the process. “Come here real quick,” I pulled her hand, and walked back toward the sprinter van we arrived in. “What happened?” She asked, confused, as I slid the door open for her, and helped her climb up into the van. We were parked near the entrance. The van’s windows were tinted out, and you couldn’t see the front of the van from the back, because there was a TV on the divider that separated the front from the back. I fixed the chair, then looked over at her. Blair was staring at me like I was crazy. “Come here… make me cum, Anjo.”

Now we getting to the good part

“You know you fucked up, right?” She popped her head up and stared at me puzzled. “What you mean?” I held her chin. “You let me inside you, Anjo… that calm shit I was on is out the window… I’m making everything a problem when it comes to you.” I kissed her chin, as she laughed.

GOOD TF

“Well, my man got two jobs,” Alaia mocked Rochelle from the sitcom Everybody Hates Chris. I nudged her. “Baby, you just as delusional as your damn husband… that man is not a dentist or a pilot.” “Bouncer, guidance counselor, and he told Promise’s swim teacher that he’s a swim instructor,” Alaia couldn’t keep a straight face as she busted out laughing at her man’s shenanigans.

Stand by your man girl

Quasim gave me a quick wink as he finished the song. Soon as he was done, I held my arms out and he picked me up, sitting back down. “You really think you know somebody.” Cappadonna said, while staring at me and Quasim. “Why, Pops? Cause you would have been his vocal coach?” Aimee snorted while eating whatever they prepared in the kitchen.

Hahaha

“Why you been over here for five minutes, and you haven’t kissed me… fuck up with that?” I stared at her. Blushing, she leaned over and kissed my lips, and then looked at what I was getting done.

Shit he got me blushing

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.”

What the actual fuck

Apparently, I had left my TV on in my bedroom, and the wireless speaker on. ‘Reasons’ by Earth, Wind, & Fire played from the speaker in my bedroom. Kicking my heels off, I stalked to the bedroom to change clothes before I called that damn man. I stormed into the room and damn near jumped out my skin. “Qu…Quasim, how the fuck?” He looked up from whatever he was knitting. Yes.

Insane

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.

That is my type of carrying on

She jumped out the front seat and ran into my arms. I picked her up and kissed her lips, as we both looked at her candy red Mercedes G wagon. I had Kincaid go and get me the biggest fucking bow so I could surprise her with this.

I would fuck him into another galaxy

Brandi probably be sick of hearing about my child.” “That sounds like a her problem.” “She had come over to pick Ry up when we first came home from the hospital.” Capri paused while trying to keep her composure. “I was nice and showed her Rayce, and she was talking over her… why Meer told her to back up because he didn’t want her blowing the souls of other children in his baby’s face.”

He held my head as he guided my head, while I apologized for being a crash out tonight. I couldn’t say this would be the last time, so I better had start adjusting my jaw to apologize again.

Use what you got girl

The bathroom door opened, and Cappadonna came out spraying. “She just like her father… blew that damn bathroom up. No more ice cream for you.” Promise went to scream, and he looked at her.

& she bad af

“Elijah and Ryder… listen to me. Do you know what a viper is?” I asked, as I stared at them through the rearview mirror. “Yes. A snake.” Elijah answered and Ryder nodded in agreement. “If you ever see a viper on a motorcycle, they’re the enemy.” I paused and looked at my future wife, Ryder, and Elijah. “We’re Infernos… we don’t associate with Vipers… understood?” “Those chrome pussies!” Ryder said.

“Fuck you meannnnn!” Goon’s deep voice barreled through the car’s speaker. “In the whip with Elijah.” I had put Goon onto the situation with Elijah a few weeks ago when he called to do his check in. Even when he was free, that nigga would call me to check in and make sure I was good. “My bad… what up, Lil Simmy?” “Hi G-Uncle!” “That ain’t mini–Lady Inferno, is it?” “Yup!” “You taking care of my goddaughter and being a good big sister.” “Of course… freakkk you mean!” I looked through the mirror, and Elijah still had the biggest smile because Goon referred to him as a little me. “Ry, you on real thin ice.”

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