Quasim II: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods, #2)

by Jahquel J.

Even before all of this happened, I had developed a slight fear of the highway. With the way the Delgatos and Infernos beat the highway down, a girl could only duck for so long.

LMAOOSSJSKSJS

“His mother set a house on fire with her own damn son inside?” Capri hollered, trying to keep her attention between me and the highway. “Yes. The first cocktail was the room that he was staying in. I don’t know if that was a coincidence or not. I also know that Quasim never let that woman in his home, so how would she know where to throw it?”

attempting to kill your own son in a house fire is something a sociopath would do

I could see the stress and hurt in his eyes, although he tried to mask it for me and everyone else. He lost everything in that house fire, and here he was, trying to be strong for everyone. Quasim didn’t know any other way but to hold everything in and be the strength for his family. He knew the moment that he lost control, everything would fall around him. It had always been him to catch whatever harm or stress that came to the family. As the eldest son and the head of the Inferno Gods, there was never a moment for him to be weak, even when he needed to be.

someone give this man a hug and a vacation

My chest hurt as I felt how tight he was holding onto my body, tears falling down my face. The last time I saw him, he was yelling outside the window, scared for me. He didn’t know what would happen to me or if I would live. “Elijah, I am alright… it’s okay.” I tried to assure him as he pulled back, showing his face, wet from his tears.

i know he’ll be entirely grateful for her saving him from the house fire. that’s his REAL mama!

Quasim was the man that had saved us both. The man that had been so selfless and would do whatever to protect us. He was our protector, and I never wanted to lose him.

Recommendation: Hold You Down by Jennifer Lopez ft Fat Joe

He kissed my forehead. “What up, Stabbalina?”

the nicknames for blair LMAOOO

I grabbed his face and looked into his face. “Meer, you cannot keep beating yourself up for what happened. You protected the house and got the girls out of there. Capri would never leave you to hold it down alone, and I thank God that my sister was hardheaded that night because shit could have been different. I want you to stop punishing yourself for protecting your family because Capri isn’t punishing you.” I kissed his head and gave him a tight squeeze. “Appreciate you, B.”

i love their bond so much 🥺

“Nah. I’m driving into the city with her to see her mother. I hate to fucking admit it, but she needs her mother. Brandi has been respectful, allowing me to keep her with me, but I know she’s fucking scared, too.” This was the most grace that I’ve seen Meer extend to Brandi.

when things are put into perspective for you, you gotta make some changes. i’m glad they’re somewhat starting to have a co-parent relationship.

I shook my head. “She doesn’t stay down for too long, huh?” “Long as she got three holes, Brandi gonna make sure a nigga is nearby.”

LMAOOO STILL HAD ONE MORE FOR HERKSJKSJSS

“Yo, B.” He waved for me to come over and I quickly rounded the counter again as he was looking at the screen. It was a picture of a drawing that Elijah had drawn on his sketch app. “Jesus.” Meer’s nose flared. “B, move this shit away from me… please.”

i’m scared to find out…

The picture that Elijah drew told us that he was, in fact, abused. A child wouldn't draw something like that if it didn’t happen to them. It explained so much, yet, we still had no clue what was going on with him.

I KNEW IT—the bed wetting gave it away smh thea deserves to rot in hell for what she allowed

I just wanted to go and squeeze him. God, how could someone hurt a baby as precious as him? Since I met this boy, he has been the sweetest angel.

any grown ass fucked up individual who abused kids don’t deserve to breathe

“Simmy teaches you a lot, huh?” He nodded his head and choked down the food he was chewing. “So much stuff, and he taught me to pray and be close to God. I wish Sim was my real dad.” “Awe, baby. He’s an amazing dad… Did he tell you about his daughter?” Elijah nodded and popped a few fries into his mouth. “Yes. He says she’s in heaven and looking down over us. Sim doesn’t make me feel bad when I wet the bed.” He hung his head, and I lifted his chin. “It’s not your fault. One day, you won’t wet the bed… when you do, it’s our little secret, okay?” “Okay.” He offered me a smile. “Ms. Blair, I wish you were my mommy,” he admitted, which hurt my heart.

THEY ARE YOU REAL PARENTS BABY BOY—FUCK YOUR DONORS!

“Thea isn’t my mommy, Ms. Blair.” He spotted a frog and quickly abandoned his meal to chase it back into the lake. I sat there, holding my chest and trying to figure out what he meant. While he was chasing the frog, I called Sim. “What up, my love?” “I need you to come home, baby.” “I’m on my way.”

lord if it’s not one thing it’s another

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In my mind, I saw her as mine and witnessing another nigga touching what was mine had me livid. As much as I wanted to do what I usually did, I was milder because my baby was right there. She was so fucking stubborn as she looked at me with that cute fucking smirk, claiming that I didn’t like her. Blair ain’t even know that I loved her ass. I’ve been in love with her from the first moment I laid eyes on her at Capp and Alaia’s crib.

oh we knew but you was tryna play mind games 😒

Each step she took made my dick grow harder for her. Blair didn’t understand how much I wanted her and dreamed of having her. She was a constant in my dreams when I closed my eyes. I wanted to learn her so I could love her better than any nigga in her past. I wanted to protect her because she had never been protected.

“Anjo?” her voice was caught in her throat as she continued to stare into my eyes, never taking her eyes from mine. “Angel, in Portuguese.” Blair blushed. “I like that, Simmy.”

she’s his angel STAWP

“Never lose that love you have, Anjo. Shit is pure, and I promise the world needs that.” She smiled as she let out a loud sigh of relief while taking her heel off. “I need that.” I muttered.

🥺

All Anjo had to do was call and I was on my way to her. She never had to explain what she needed. She could call me all the way home to grab the remote from the other side of the room and I would do that shit for her.

The cameras caught Blair trying to pry the window open and her screaming for Thea, and she launched that shit into the other window. Seeing my baby like that broke something inside of me. It made me become murderous.

that bitch is about to have a rude awakening

Blair and Elijah were my family. My second chance at having something that felt good, and she tried to take that away from me. My chest felt tight thinking about the alternative.

even he knows blair and elijah are his second chance of happiness 🥹

“Some Del Devils and CVs linked together. They’re frustrated with Tookie… said it ain’t enough to eat, and this nigga all strung out and shit. With Rich gone, he’s the leader and he ain’t been being a leader for his people.”

now how the hell is that IG’s problem?

I looked at my phone and smiled at the video that Blair had sent me. Elijah had caught one of the frogs that were always near the lake and was chasing her around the table with it and telling her to kiss it.

uhn uhn she don’t need to kiss anymore frogs elijah!

Yasin cut his eyes at Kincaid and dialed Kiki back, leaving the living area. “My bad, Baby Love.” His ass was apologizing as he headed further into the kitchen. “Fuck you mean, you not my baby? Kiki, don’t get another nigga put on his neck cause you wanna play games.” Kiki had Yasin down bad, and he wanted that woman more than anything.

he likes himself some kiki 🤏🏽🙂‍↕️

“Sucker.” Kincaid snickered. Blaze chuckled. “Says the one who baby mama on the midnight train to Georgia.”

oh he play LMAOOOO

Jasmine wanted her first love back and now that it wasn’t everything she thought it was, she was going to learn exactly who her first love was. Kincaid’s son was his entire world, so the fact that she wanted to take him away from his father was going to push the crazy to the front of this nigga’s brain.

jasmine c’mon now!

The boy used to cower whenever he came around me. Always staying a few feet away from me because he was unsure if I would hurt him. He clung to my legs when his mother tried to bring him home.

they failed that precious boy and i’m so sick about it

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i love the message of this song so much

Children were fucking innocent, and didn’t deserve the shit that happened to them. Elijah was a fucking pure soul who deserved to be a happy child. He shouldn’t have trauma. His life should have been carefree and happy like Ryder and CJ.

I slid down the car and finally broke down. While I was running, I had the distraction of just keeping my pace and pushing forward with my run. The minute I walked onto Capone’s driveway and slowed down, everything crashed into me. Everything was hitting me at one time, and this shit was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “You called that shit, Capo.”

he’s finally letting everything he’s held inside out and the sad part about is that it took what happened to elijah to bring it out…

“Quasim, you gotta stop taking on everything. This shit isn’t your fault, and you’ve done everything for that little boy. His fucking parents failed him… you saved him… fuck,” Capone sniffled, and wiped away his own tears.

exactly! his birth parents failed the hell outta him. elijah loves you so much simmy

Capone continued to hold me. It was something about the Delgato brothers that I admired. The way they loved each other, or anybody in their circle. These men handled their business like me, but at the same time, I would see Cappadonna kiss his twin on the head or hug him if he needed it. The shit was beautiful.

this is what he needs, his brothers 🤍

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” “Get him therapy. Not some shit that he should continue to sit with… while you healing him with therapy and love… we gonna take care of whoever fucking did that foul shit.” Capp stood up.

yup yup!

“Simmy,” I heard Blair’s voice, and turned to see her and Elijah standing there holding hands. Neither of them allowed me to get up; they both came over and hugged me. Capone stood up and allowed them space to hold onto me. “I knew something wasn’t right with you when you left,” her voice shook as she held onto me, and Elijah was embracing me like I’d disappear if he let go.

oh god i can’t take it—

I kissed his forehead and held onto both of them while we sat on the floor in the driveway. I never wanted to let either of them to go, however, I had to let go for a second because I needed my hands to fuck over whoever hurt my family.

I rubbed his face. “Simmy, I know what I signed up for when I fell in love with you. As your future wife, I want to protect you like you protect me, and I know what comes with this life. You won’t ever see any judgment coming from me, baby. Is this our family?” He kissed my lips a few times and grabbed me up to sit me on the counter. “You know it is, my love,”

simmy has really come around in this book and i’m living for it

I ran across the kitchen into the living room, where there was a huge mirror and checked myself out. I felt so official. Sim slowly walked across the room until he was right behind me. He spun me around, kissing my lips. “Turn and look at the back.” I gasped when I saw the back of the vest. Here I was, just excited to have a vest and feel down with everyone else. Queen Inferno was on the back of my vest with flames and a skull with a crown on it.

my girl is OFFICIALLY a queen inferno! YAASSSSS

I felt his hand grab my ass. “You getting thick, Anjo.”

getting fucked and drinking ensures would do the trick!

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OKAAAAAY *shakes ass with gun in the air*

“Big fucking Pri.” I watched my sister as she directed everyone while Meer continued leading the convoy.

THAT’S MY GIRL

This wasn’t like it was my first time being in the car while motorcycles surrounded me. It was the first time with this many bikes and they all had a common goal - to protect us.

I leaned back and then opened the middle compartment, pulling out some gummy bears. “Want some, baby?” Before he could reply, I shoved some into his mouth. “Anjo, what the fuck?” He said between chewing his gummies.

🤣😂😂😂

Then I noticed the unmistakable viper decal among the sea of different bikes, and my heart rate immediately sped up. “The fuck?” Quasim muttered. I had to wipe my eyes a few times when I saw Tookie leaning on his bike next to the man that Papa was talking to. From Papa’s body language, I could tell shit wasn’t all well in his world.

now what the hell the opps doing here?

Quasim came back near the truck, walked around it and opened my door. He held my hand as I stepped out the truck. Once my feet hit the broken pavement, all the Gods put their feet on the ground and stood as I walked around the truck.

QUEEN SHIT

I felt like royalty, the way the Gods treated me. I’ve witnessed it when it comes to Quasim. He always led the way, and when he pulled up on them, someone would always move their bike to let him park in the front. I mean, I always felt important whenever I had one following behind me, or when they surrounded me while I was in a car. This time, it felt different because my best friend stood up with the rest of them when I got out of my truck..

“I didn’t have shit to do with running in yo spot.” Tookie was the one who spoke instead. “Yeah, and I don’t make my dog shit on the lawns of the neighbors I hate.” Meer stood near his bike next to his wife. Tookie took a deep breath, hitting his chest. “Why the fuck would I show up here if I had some shit to do with it? I had to move my fucking grandmoms three times because of this nigga.”

LMAOOO oddly enough i believe him because simmy almost scared the piss outta him

“I don’t trust him, Simmy,” I looked at him. Tyshawn was saying he wanted a truce, and at first, I believed he was trying to be smart and not die, because going against the Infernos, he was surely going to die. It was the way he looked at Quasim, more specifically at Meer, that told me otherwise. “Me, either.”

keep your friends close and your enemies closer

“Just aim and pretend it’s someone that you hate.” “I like to think the target is my brother.” Alaia replied, as she let off the remaining shots, and then stretched her neck. Capri snorted. “Tasha.” “Khalif.” Aimee added.