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Jahquel J.
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August 9 - August 11, 2025
They thought fire would take everything – my home, my woman, and Elijah. That I’d be nothing but ashes. They forgot who I am. I’m King Inferno. I don’t burn alone. The Inferno Gods don’t just ride—we burn everything in our path.
“We burn the faces of our enemies.” “Fucking flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno,”
“Walk that rocket launcher back in that fucking house, Wy… I want my fucking house at the end of this.” “Fuck.” I heard him mutter. “Nigga, you was gonna blow my fucking ho… never mind.” I quickly ended the call because the footsteps had stopped, and I was trying to pinpoint where the fuck these niggas were in my crib. I was killing niggas regardless, but if they picked my wife’s panties up from the floor and smelled them, I was really gonna lose my shit.
She held her finger to her mouth and pointed around the corner. If I wasn’t so mad at her, I would be turned the fuck on.
The fact that the Del Devils had something to do with this had me fuming. My uncle was the head of the Del Devils.
“Sir, can we get her name?” One of the paramedics asked. “Blair.” I looked up from my hands. “Blair Inferno.”
Cappadonna had on a pair of pajama pants with his kids’ faces on them, timbs, and his motorcycle vest.
“You think I would be nutting inside of you, putting my dick in every one of your holes and tasting every part of your body and wouldn’t share a home with you, my love?”
Very chill. Very watch documentaries. Very I’ll kill yo mama cause I had to leave the house.
Me: Hate who, Blair? Mrs. Inferno: You want Bento box to really end up in a box, huh? I laughed, startling Berkeley in the process. Before I could even wonder how the fuck she knew, or where she was, I saw her fine ass walking through the restaurant to our table with Havoc behind her. “Is that your girlfriend?” “Fiancée,” I corrected. Blair came over to the table and smiled, as she slid onto my lap and looked across the table. “It’s nice to see you again, Birkin.” “Berkeley.” “That’s what I said Badminton.”
“Well, I do have another situation, and he said he’ll protect me, too.” I joked to lighten the mood. As I stared up at him, he looked down at me. “You ever been to a Luther Vandross concert?” I looked at him confused. “Baby, he’s dead…Luther been dead for years….” “Stop playing with me, Anjo.” He winked.
He pointed to his cheek, and she kissed it. “Go grab my wrap so I can wrap my locs.” Ryder ran upstairs to get what her father wanted. “You give birth to her, and this is how she acts with you… just leaving you.” I stared at my future brother-in-law and tried to think about what he had just said. “Meer, you didn’t give birth to that girl.” “Unlike Naheim, I don’t have a baby mama… I’m a fucking seahorse… I spit Peach out myself.”
“See, you always being shady.” “I asked you for an extra blanket last night and you gave me a towel, asshole.” Capri continued to limp around the counter while she laughed. “Why didn’t you text me?” “You know exactly why.” Zoya pulled her glasses down and gave her the evil eye.
“That man loves the hell out of you. Every time he was in the same room as you, he couldn’t stay away. His eyes would follow you around the entire room. This was meant to happen, and you both were supposed to have this baby, and this union together… I love that my girls are all having babies and getting married.” “It’s your turn now… we wanna see you have some babies and get married.”
Capri clapped her hands as Zoya handed her over to him. “Hold your God daughter and give her like three bands for missing her birth.” Meer waved them off. Cherry was so little in his hands, as he held her. “Hey stinky mamas… hey my girl… yeah, you remember my voice.” She was cracking up at the voices he was making as he kissed her stomach, and she kicked her legs.
“Hey, me and my girl—” “Married!” Blaze screamed, startling the chick. “I’m not married… the fuck… where your girls at?” Yasin said while Hassan shrugged, clearly there for his shenanigans. “This nigga about to get me killed,” Cappadonna muttered as he leaned back. Goon laughed. “I’m technically single, too, so fuck it.”
I continued to pull on my blunt, and she looked my way. Her forehead was a decent size, and my wife wouldn’t hesitate to toss a damn knife through it. Capone answered his phone while Cappadonna shoved his ass because why would he do it? “Getting married, Beloved.” I politely let her down. She smiled. “I’m not looking for anything, promise. My girls wanted to come over here and I feel awkward just sitting here not saying anything.”
He was so desperate to get away, he squeezed between Havoc and shorty. “My bad, mama… your friend fucked up.” “Sorry. Whenever she drinks, she gets violent, and I’m not trying to wake up with battle marks tomorrow.” Yasin looked at her. “Want me to knock her ass out for you?” She snorted. “I can’t tell if you are serious or joking with me.” “Give me an answer and you’ll see.” He laughed. “I’m fucking with you… can I get you a drink?” “I’m good with water.”
Drunk ass kept leaning on Cappadonna, and he kept moving her. “You drunk and shit, I get that… but if my wife walk in this bitch and se—” “Oh, this is my shit… right, Blair?” I heard Capri’s mouth as Willie Bounce came on, and Blaze’s head shot up from rolling another spliff. He wasn’t even doing shit wrong, but he shoved the chick next to him closer to Havoc. “Get the fuck away.” He crossed his leg at the ankle and tried to act normal with weed residue all on his cream shorts.
“That’s my baby.” I continued to pull on my blunt as Erin started to pop lock, and Alaia was acting like she was pumping her up. “They been drinking?” Yasin asked. Kobe started twerking on Syn, and Havoc ran his hand down his face. “Can’t take this nigga nowhere.”
I touched my chest, and thanked God for this. Thank you.
The fact that he was laughing and singing with his friends and brother told me everything. He was happy, and I needed to stop worrying about if I was making him happy. He didn’t need to tell me every day that he was, his actions were showing me.
“Going to the crowd wasn’t in rehearsals and you got Sisqó over here snatching open his shirt and getting rubbed on.” Jaiden pointed to Meer, as I made my way over there. “Don’t be hating cause you single and don’t got nobody… I’m the star of this… who got the voice?” “Nigga, that’s all you had to offer,” They all yelled in unison at Meer, who was sparking a spliff.
“Stabby, you gonna let them talk to your wedding planner like that?”
Quameer came from the beach and Capri was blushing like crazy. He had the same color suit, and his bow tie was also a different shade. “You and B gonna have to wait because I’m about to marry my wife again… Suga, fucking stunning.” He kissed his wife and then came over toward me. “B, you look amazing. Like a true angel that has a dark side like throwing k—” “Blaze,” Papa warned his ass.

