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

by Jahquel J.

“I wouldn’t fucking miss this for the world. You fought hard for this, baby… no more. I prayed for this, and God is finally hearing me.”

“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.

“Who you gonna make the God father, Rich? That nigga crispier than a hot dog on the grill at the hood’s block party… your future baby daddy made sure of it.” I snorted while laughing, because he didn’t tell any lies. “Anyway, Capri I will call you later.” “Don’t try and end the call and not tell me who you messing with, B.” I cursed myself because I thought we had gotten over that conversation and he had forgotten about it. “Zay.” He remained quiet before he blurted. “Why, Blair? I actually fuck with his music, and now I gotta take him out… fuck.”

“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.”

“You draw the line at me hanging up on you, but not me telling you to go to hell?” He casually drove while paying attention to his surroundings. “I’m already in hell, Anjo… doesn’t bother me.”

“No, you’re not ready for that… it’s the reason you run from me. You already know I can make you happy. Coming between these legs will keep you coming back, make you start making claims on me… trying to force a ring on my finger, having the Gods call me Queen Inferno. So don’t speak for me… I know what comes with hopping on that dick… do you know what comes with me hopping on it? Exactly.”

“A lot comes with me, Anjo. I don’t want to ruin another person’s life… I can’t do that shit, no matter how much I want it. I would rather allow you to have happiness elsewhere.”

“You mean everything to me, Blair… fucking everything. I don’t want you to ever think you mean nothing because you mean everything.”

She loved me. Blair had never said those words to me, it was the way she stared at me. How she became so choked up within a simple conversation. I knew she loved me because I loved her, too, and wanted to tell her.

“I bet not ever see you touch drugs in your life. Your mother is sick and it’s because of drugs…hear me?”

“Is the city yours, Sim?” I smirked. “Come on now… you know the answer to that.” “You’re perfect, Sim. I want to be perfect just like you when I get older.”

“Material things don’t make you perfect, Elijah. No man on this earth is perfect… I want you to remember that for me, alright?”

“Oh, we acting like a stranger now?” Havoc laughed, and Elijah ran over to hug him. “Oh, you fresh as fuc… hel… shit.” Havoc failed horribly at trying to sensor his damn language.

Lmfao!

“I wasn’t running after pussy last night. He called me, and I told him I would always be there for him… only pussy I’m trying to run after is yours, Anjo.”

It was hard for me to open up because that required letting someone in. I had to be vulnerable, and I always had to be the strength within my family. There was never any time for me to be vulnerable and share my emotions. A bridge never gets to rest; it must always stand tall, no matter how heavy the load it carries.

Even when Cherie was murdered, life kept moving on because I had a daughter to raise. It was crazy because life continues, even when you lose the people most important to you. The ball still dropped to signal a New Year, meanwhile, you were still stuck in the year you lost your people.

“W…what was that for?” “Because you keep questioning how I’m feeling about you. I need you to be easy… shit not easy for me, Anjo.”

“Baby, please… I want to know that I’m not in this alone. Quasim, I have loved you, and I want to continue loving you. I didn’t lie when I told you that I wanted to give you babies and wear your last name.”

“Tell me that you feel the same way about me. Help me realize that I’m not crazy, and all of this isn’t one sided.”

“Why is it so hard for you to tell me how you feel? It’s clear you feel something for me, Quasim. You purchased me this fucking building but can’t tell me that you love me… or at least like me.”

“Maybe you should go.” I climbed across the bed, grabbing my robe from the chair in the corner. “I deserve more than this… me pleading and begging to be loved is beneath me. I told myself I wouldn’t do it again.”

“I told you that I need more ti⁠—” “Time that I don’t have to give. I truly hope that you find who you’re looking for, because she’s not me. I cannot continue living on the little pieces of affection and attention you give me. I want more and I deserve more… night, Quasim.”

had this funny feeling like Harley sent Eli to me or some shit. Like, he was meant to cross paths with me, and I was meant to look out for him. If my baby girl sent him, then she already knew he was in good hands, and I was going to protect him.

“When someone shows you who they truly are, believe them the first time. Ignoring the truth only delays the inevitable.”

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

“No woman wants a deaf nigga… bitches barely wanna cook, and you think they gonna wanna learn a whole different language to communicate with me when I don’t feel like wearing these?”

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

“You can’t leave daddy… God needs you down here with me a little longer… okay?”

“B, I’m fucking Zay… I think I’m going to be straight. This is the universe telling me that I need to focus on my career and stop chasing love. Didn’t take enough time after being with Grace and was trying to jump into something else.”

“You wanted this, Anjo… you wanted what came with me loving you, right?”

“If we keep this at the center of us, we don’t ever have to worry about this foundation being faulty. I played games, fell back, and allowed you to think you were in this alone, and I’m sorry for that, my love. I’m here now, and not going anywhere. I’m telling you now that I’m in this.”

“I’m in this, Quasim. I’ve been in this and want to stay in this. You know where I stand, and what I want with you.”

I stare at the selfie she made me take in the back of the car in Miami often. Looking at her features and mine, wondering what a creation of our own would look like. How she would look walking down the aisle to me. Watching her become Blair Inferno – Queen Inferno. I see all this when I close my eyes.

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.

“Blair, I think I’ve loved you since the first time that I saw you. Everything about you was something that I couldn’t forget. I remember how you smelled. Had some caramel perfume on.”

“My heart only does this for you, Blair. I don’t have this reaction for no one else… only you. Every time you would nudge me or joke with me, my shit would go crazy. I’d forget how to speak and lose my cool.”

“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 love you, Quasim… don’t ever second guess or forget that. I don’t care what ever happens, know that I love you and I’m always going to choose you.”

“Baby, I need you to know that I’m doing whatever the fuck I have to, to protect you. You had a pussy ass nigga that hurt and played with you.”

“I’m letting you know that when it comes to you, the woman that will have my last name, I’m not fucking playing around. I’ll blow a fucking block up behind you, Anjo.”

“Yeah, you getting in that range, too… not about to be running around here throwing knives.”

“I’m hungry, too… would have ate if someone wasn’t prank calling restaurants.” I climbed off him, and he grabbed my wrist and looked at me. “Wasn’t no prank call, Anjo… why you think the triplets was there? Soon as Havoc walked yo ass up out of there, I would have sent my YN’s in there to torch that bitch. I don’t toss empty threats.”

“Gods burn the faces of their enemies.” “The flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno,” I replied, and we ended the call, and I looked at Blair.