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.

“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.”

“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.”

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.

“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.”

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

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

“The eyes that tell me you would give up everything for me… you love me and would do whatever when it comes to me.”

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

Preach 👏🏾👏🏾

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.