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.”

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.

I had listened to her guzzle the water like a damn camel in the desert before she realized that I was even awake.

It was hard staying grounded in the word when you were a real-life demon to others.

“Clicked, huh?” Quasim finally spoke. I looked over at him. “Yes… we clicked. Problem?” “Not until I make it one… you good for now.” He nodded for me to proceed with his cocky ass.

kicked my boot up on the desk as one of his colleagues walked by, then back peddled until he was standing in the doorway of the cubicle. “Can I assist you?” “Did I fucking ask for assistance?” He was taken back by my response. “Excuse you?” “I didn’t ask for your assistance… you’re fucking excused. Am I sitting at your desk?” I coolly asked as he started to scratch around the collar of his shirt. “Now you itching because you being nosey. Take yo ass back over to your desk before I come over there and flip all those ugly ass pictures of those babies on the floor.” I said through gritted teeth. He quickly rushed away from me, and I continued exploring Rich’s desk.

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.

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

Quasim… I’m going to bed.” “Night.” “Love you, fuck head.” “Yeah… love you too, spare.” He back peddled until he was looking at me. “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.

those cookies, too.” “Yerrr,” We turned and saw Capella and Aimee coming down the street, Aimee on his back as he ran over toward us with ease. “You turned your son into a muscle-bound dick head… who the fuck runs down the block with someone on their back.” Capone watched his nephew bolt down the street.

“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.

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

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.

“I got that man opened like a can of butter biscuits.” Her goofy ass laughed while hugging me tightly around the neck. “Anjo, why you so corny?”

“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.” Skyler heaved as she tried to catch her breath. “Bitch!”

“Oh my God… ahh,” I whispered my scream, not stupid enough to scream out loud because I didn’t know what was going on. Capri looked at me and shook her head. “That quiet ass scream, you might as well not say nothing.”