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.

“You Rayce’s God mama, so I need to know what the hell you got going on… we all know you don’t make good decisions when it comes to men.” Meer faked a cough. “Like your husband.”

“And this new nigga is the answer to your problems? Stabby, I think you need to take some time for you, and never date again until you and Sim figure shit out.”

“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.”

“Meer, who said that you would be a God father?” I laughed, because Quameer Inferno didn’t have the good sense that God had given him.

“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.”

“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.

He remained quiet before he blurted. “Why, Blair? I actually fuck with his music, and now I gotta take him out… fuck.”

I wasn’t the perfect woman, or person. I had my own share of trauma and trust issues; however, I was a catch. I was worth the chase, worth lowering his walls down to let me in.

Blair felt like one of Gam’s cookies after a stressful day. The perfect cure for whatever you were going through, and I never wanted the feeling to end.

I swiped my bible off the counter and went to go dive deep into the word this morning. My scriptures every morning always kept me levelheaded, and closer to God.

“What up?” Meer gave a half ass nod, and Capri looked at him. “What, Suga? We can’t be acting like fans… family first.”

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?”

“Alright, what we getting into?” “Yo business,” Meer’s big mouth was the first one to speak and I rolled my eyes and laughed at the same time.

Let me see a nigga say something to you, and then you gonna have to prosecute your own husband, Sug.”

“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.”

“Why you want to mess with that lunatic, B?” Yasin questioned.

“Because we know you love that nigga… and you over here wasting homie’s time. Let him go make his music before Sim have him talking out a hole in his neck.” Havoc shrugged.

“I knew you were sweet for Mr. Fuck you meannnn,” she hollered, and Zoya pulled her ass back down in the seat.

“You saying all of that shit, and that pussy still gets wet for King Inferno… why you fronting with yourself.” He kissed me once more and I pushed him away.

“Who child did you kidnap, Quasim?”

“You know there’s laws against taking people’s kids, right?”

Blaze nodded his head. “I get that… you can’t just take her seed because you don’t like how she lives her life.”

A bridge never gets to rest; it must always stand tall, no matter how heavy the load it carries.

She turned to look at me as I smirked. “I’m making it a problem.”

he truly loved Brandi. He hated the bitch now, but he did love her at some point.

“I don’t act scared.” “Nigga, you act like the pussy gonna bite you… maybe it should, so yo ass can stop being so damn intense.”

“You got jokes… the one who had pussy in his hand and froze. I’m scared of the pussy, Blaze… don’t know what to do with it.” He mocked.

“Eli, I wouldn’t leave you unless I had to… feel me?” “I feel you. But can you try really hard not to leave me?”

I was wondering how Blaze would feel if I put his favorite rapper on a fucking shirt for fucking with what was mine?

The only thing I received from Thea was a text message asking for an extension on the rent, and I replied asking if she wanted one on her life, too.

When we saw each other, she asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I was honest and told her I was married.

😂

You were just screaming about getting your pussy split… stand on it,”

“Ready to see the nigga that you letting take your woman?”

Talk about be careful what you asked for, because I wanted him to crash out behind me.

“Capella, the damn magazine is upside down,” I called him out, and he looked over at me with that same damn grin his father wore.

“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?”

“Way that nigga was grabbing yo ass and kissing on you, I can’t tell,” Meer snickered, and I saw Sim’s jaw tick, as he looked down at his rosary, before his eyes met with mine.

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

“I told you to let me be happy.” “And have I not? I could have homie on a T-shirt and having a memorial on TV with his fans, but I been behaving.”

I wanted to feel him inside me so bad that I would give my side tooth for it.

“That nigga been inside you, my love?” “No… no.” “You lying to me?”

I was so wet that I was sure I could slip right out this bed on my own juices. “I would never lie to you, baby.”

“Blair, don’t fucking play with me… you want this dick, but a whole other crazy comes with this.”

“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.”

“Actually, you need to be drafting that letter to homie, because we not about to drag this shit out… you don’t want him on a shirt, my love.”

Anjo had no idea that I was the nigga in charge in all parts of this, and the minute she got this dick, I wasn’t going to be the only one crazy.

Cause if I have to sit up and listen to my wife talking her down… I’m coming to your house and shitting in the middle of your living room… me and Beretta.”

Nigga was bat shit crazy, and that was something we shared.