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

by Jahquel J.

“My girl look like she was bit by spiders or something.” “She’s allergic to something.” “Bullshit… you two… I’m gonna mind my business. However, I like what’s going on between you two… again.”

“Where did that even come from?” She asked, her voice too weak. I continued to kiss her shoulder. “Seeing you on that swing in that red… I had to fucking have you right now… whenever I want it, you gonna give it to me?” “Anytime you want it,” she smiled at me, kissing me on the nose,

“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. “I have to find a plan b or something… maybe the housekeeper knows, she speaks the best English.” She paused and looked at me. “Why you looking at me like that, Simmy?” “Stop fucking playing with me, Blair.” The thought of me nutting inside of her was scary, knowing what came with that. Even knowing that I could get her pregnant, the sound of her wanting to take a plan b pissed me the fuck off.

“Do me a favor.” “What’s that?” “Two actually.” “Okay.” “First one… I handle my responsibility, and you are my responsibility, so if a baby comes out of this… just know you gonna have to pry me away from you cause I’m not going nowhere… need you to know that, ight?” She nodded her head. “Well, there won’t be too much of you just releasing your seeds inside of me. I said I wanted to marry you and then have your babies… in that order.

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.

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

“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.

“Tell me you love me.” “I love you, King,” I sucked on his neck, my turn to leave a mark on his skin, although with his tattoos you would barely see it. “Marking your territory, my love?” “Yes, so you need to tell Bento box that you’re seeing someone.”

Ellis, Ezra, and Evan were triplets, and as crazy as they came. At twenty-one, niggas had bodies under their belt. I knew their pops before he was murdered, and I told their grandmother I would take them under my wing. Apparently, I was a fucking guidance counselor like Capp.

Blair took the tattoo gun and sat on my lap as she wrote her name into the side of my hand. Havoc directed her on how to go in again to make sure the ink penetrated the skin and wouldn’t fade. It wasn’t professional, but that was the reason I wanted it. She did it, and that meant more than having someone else put her name on me. I had her put her name on me.

I wasn’t his wife, or even his girlfriend. He told me that I was his, but what did that come with? Did I have benefits, paid time off, what the hell came with being his? Other than having IG’s with me nearly all the time.

Quasimmy: my love? Me: Hey Simmy! How’s Mina? Quasimmy: Lighter fluid or Molotov cocktails, Angel? I looked at the phone confused and trying to understand what he was even talking about? Me: What do you even mean? Simmy: 5535756613 5535756424‍5535756978 He replied back with

not too long ago. My manager said a man calmly called and said that he’ll torch this building to the ground if his wife doesn’t leave now,

“They making it hard for me to take you to the next spot.” I was embarrassed, as I looked over at him. “They’re leading

He smirked, as we continued to drive. “It’s clear he cares a lot about you… nigga got all these IG’s making sure I bring yo ass home.” If he only knew that he was the reason that the restaurant had to be evacuated. We remained quiet as we entered Brooklyn, and we bent the blocks. “I’m going to kill him,” I whispered as we passed a block, and Brooklyn Reapers peeled the corner, mixing in with the Gods. You would have thought I was the first lady with the way they surrounded the car.

“Promise me that you’ll take care of you… I ain’t even gotta question if he gonna do it. He got you.” I laughed. “He does.”

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. Quasim Inferno was laying in my bed, no shirt on, feet crossed at the ankles, bopping his head to the music playing, watching a documentary on a cable channel that I didn’t have while knitting. “Heard you made it home… everything good at that restaurant?” I watched as he turned the channel to the news, and they were all outside the restaurant reporting on what happened tonight. His phone rang and he answered it, putting it to his ear. “Yeah, she home… appreciate you, Core.” I slapped my hands on my hips as I stared between the television and Quasim. “How do you know how to knit?” The question wasn’t even important at the moment, but I had this urge to ask him. “Want me to teach you?” He raised his brow, as he picked it back up.

He held me while staring into my eyes. “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.”

When he re-entered the room, I almost swallowed my tongue. In his briefs, he walked back in, crossing the floor with ease as I bit down on my bottom lip. That V was as perfect as the V in the alphabet. Even in the dark, I could still see the glare of his gold chain that he always wore. He stood over me, taking me in like I was taking all of him in. “I didn’t even notice the candles.” “Cause yo ass was out there with no panties on.”

He gently took it from my hands and flipped it over. Inscribed into the back, on each side of the cross, were our names. Quasim on one end Blair on the other end. “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.”

When I saw her drunk, sitting on another man’s lap, the shit that went through my head should have gotten me life in prison. I want her so bad. My heart craves her, but I know that I’m not ready. She comes with love, a lot of that shit. I know she can heal me. She can make me feel again. Make life worth living again. Blair makes me whole whenever she’s around me and she doesn’t even know the shit. Fear is always in the front of my head. I’ve had and lost love before. I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to her. If I was the reason something happened to her. 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.

“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 rubbed his chest as he closed the book and sat it on the night table. “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 know we just had our moment together about God…hmm?” “Uh huh,” I slowly nodded my head while I watched his every move, and he stepped out of his briefs while he stared at me on the bed, biting down on his bottom lip. “Ain’t shit holy about what the fuck I’m about to do to you, my love.”

“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.” He caressed the side of my face and brought me closer to him and kissed my lips. “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 could see the darkness enter his eyes when he mentioned Tyshawn. “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.” “And I’ll do the same for you, King.” He reached up and kissed my lips. “Yeah, you getting in that range, too… not about to be running around here throwing knives.”

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.

“Look… I was about to get some and here you go, having her screaming and shit. If you gonna cause all this disruption when you visiting, then you don’t need to be coming over here interrupting the building… Rory with his grandfather, and you the one cock blocking.”

“Why so many roses, Simmy?” She wondered. I kissed her chin. “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.”

Capella came out the building and looked at me. “Now you got my wife crying in front of our residence?” Aimee stopped crying. “Nigga, this ain’t your residence… you in that guest room at Alaia and Pop’s house.”

“Who is she, Quasim?” “Who is who?” “Kew! She sound like some exotic bitch, too… what the fuck is a Kew?” He ran his hand down his face, as he looked at me. “Did I not just nut in you this morning? Remind me, my love… did I not?” “Fucking eww!” Capri covered her ears, as she wished she was anywhere but between us during this conversation.

There he went calling me that name again. Anybody else could call me Blair, not him. Quasim Inferno couldn’t call me that because my name was Anjo or my love.

I’m used to you following me… think that shit is cute. You crossed the fucking line this time.” “You know I follow you?” “Yeah, you fucking crash out.” “Takes one to know one.”

“Kew?” “Kill everything walking.”

“My dick don’t get hard for an insecure woman, my love… if you riding this dick, then I’m gonna need you to walk around like no bitch can touch you. Cause she fucking can’t. You see Capri… she walks around like that, because nobody can touch her. She’s Lady Inferno.” “She’s an Inferno, I’m not.” “She’s Lady Inferno, my love… you will be Queen Inferno. Even more reason for you to stop letting shit rattle you. You got that shit in you… wear it.”

“I’m gonna propose to her.” Blaze started choking as he looked at me. “You fucking with me?” Cappadonna smirked. “I’m proud of you, Sim. I know how dark shit gets for you, but the fact that you seeing your way out of it and want to take this step is big… I can officiate the wedding if you need me to.” “We’ll keep that in mind, Capp.” I chuckled, because the nigga was serious as he rubbed his daughter’s back.

“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.

“Fuck you, Quasim.” He was trying to spit that nasty ass pastry from his mouth. “Yeah, fuck me… I hear it all the time. Smell my breath, I know you know the scent... smell good, huh? Sweet just like her. It’s because I ate that pussy before I came to handle you... you not coming at her, feel me? That’s my wife now, Tookie Dookie” I released his ass.