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

by Jahquel J.

“Joy, I barely was eating, so I damn sure wasn’t paying to see a nigga gyrate on stage.”

“Did you sleep with her mother?” “What?” “Or did you burn her home down and get her mother pregnant?” I turned to look at my grandmother while trying to remember the signs of a stroke. “Gams, are you good?” “Perfectly well. You didn’t do any of the things I mentioned, so there’s always room to fix whatever fuck

stop to refuel, you need to take a rest, let me know because I can take over…I’m a pilot myself, feel me?”

I gave her ass two warnings. The third one would come with some action if she did some wild shit that made me have to come out of character.

“Where you want me to put this nut, my love… tell me cause I’m right there.”

Like Blaze said, it was all gas no sense behind the future Queen Inferno.

“There’s a dinosaur in the backyard, Sim… word is bond,” Meer slurred as Capri rushed in behind him.

“Seeing as his ass would be doing ten years in an Indonesian prison for weed, liquor seems like his vice for this trip,” Quasim laughed.

“Yes, so you need to tell Bento box that you’re seeing someone.” I pointed my finger in his face, and he chuckled.

“You got one time to fuck this up, Joy.”

“Capella, you fucking defending me or roasting the fuck outta me?”

“Your fish died or something?”

“He one of my favorite rappers… I’m gonna be sick if I gotta wear him on a shirt.”

Quasimmy: Lighter fluid or Molotov cocktails, Angel?

Simmy: 5535756613

I was embarrassed, as I looked over at him. “They’re leading

“Nah, your shit worse… got this man sending his whole gang to escort you fucking home.”

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 don’t even like to think about the shit you went through because it’s gonna have me out there going to kill his grandmother.”

why Meer told her to back up because he didn’t want her blowing the souls of other children in his baby’s face.”

“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.

Talk yo shit Sim!

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.

Damn

“The little slut out back is kind of like mine,” he nonchalantly replied, like he didn’t call the cat a slut. “Um, what?” “She stay getting knocked up… letting them all fuck on her.

Sim so unserious🤣