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

by Jahquel J.

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.

made a mental note to check his side of the sink for Viagra cause there was no way he wanted it again after we just had sex not even a few hours ago.

I grabbed the half of Gam’s cookie from the counter and took a few bites because I was about to put these niggas through it.

“We burn the faces of our enemies.” “Fucking flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno,”

He served a few tours in Iraq and had PTSD, so even I knew to leave his crazy ass alone.

When Wylie finished serving the country, he came back just to end up homeless. He served this fucked up country that was built on the backs of our ancestors and was rewarded with homelessness. The country got what they wanted from him and then tossed his ass to the side.

The only time you saw Wylie was when some shit went on, and you knew he was about to show his whole ass.

The nigga had a rocket launcher, so you know shit was fucked up for me to call his ass.

“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.

“No disrespect, Sim, but fuck whatever you about to say. B is my best friend, like a sister to me. I know she loves the fuck out of you and has proven that shit. Check your shit and whatever you feeling and realize that you deserve the good shit happening to and around you. She could have fucking died, and she still here with us. Sim, you deserve happiness and love. You’ve spent so many years punishing yourself and asking God for forgiveness that you can’t even see when he’s actually blessing you.”

“The fuck you talking to, Blaze?” “You, nigga. Keep pushing her away and you gonna push her out your life… then you gonna wanna kill her new nigga cause you fucked up.

The Inferno Gods were providers, protectors, and downright good men.

“Hey, Meer,” I hugged him. He kissed my forehead. “What up, Stabbalina?”

“I fucking froze, B… they telling me to drop the gun and get down – something that my father has drilled into me since I was a teen when it comes to the cops – and I froze like a fucking idiot.

“Shit, I saw what you did to Jesse… we gonna be friends either way. I don’t wann—” His words were cut off when I tossed the dish cloth at his head.

“Long as she got three holes, Brandi gonna make sure a nigga is nearby.” He looked over at me.

They ran into Blaze’s crib because you killed his brother.” I ran back all the bodies I had been collecting and then stopped. “Damn, Sim… you out here collecting them like fucking Thanos,” Kincaid said.

“Papa, I see why the fuck these two touched in the head,” Kincaid snickered.

“Vanducci-Cromwell’s is on go, too,” I turned and saw Karter, Lennox, and Mo walking through the door. “We not Switzerland no more… he fucked with one of our own.

Elijah came to you broken, and you took that boy in and protected him. Michael is your entire heart, and you would do anything to protect her. Stop taking on everything because that shit gonna make you break.”

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.”

Quasim cleared his throat. “You all see Queen Inferno… let harm come to her and I’m fucking wiping bloodlines and killing fucking cats. No sense behind this one.

“Baby, this better than Call of Duty!” she screeched! Havoc turned to look down at her and she smiled sheepishly at him. “You a little touched, huh?”

“With the way you were screaming in Bali… it’s our uterus now, B.” Blaze continued, and I shook my head while laughing.

All I knew is that Thea had to die, and I wanted to see her go down.

wanted to stab Thea in the face for what she did.

He hit the alarm to the black Ford Expedition truck, as I turned to get on my bike.

What Dr.Mercer got to do with this?? 🤔

They knew Queen Inferno and Prince Inferno were in their city, and they would make sure she was protected without her even knowing.

Polo had little family. He had a mother who fucked with hustlers who would pay her bills. Bitch was still on her knees in the back of the car for a few dollars at her age. Pathetic old hoe.

Whole family was trifling, and he moved them right in the same city that mutual grounds was in. Smart… maybe. Pussy? Definitely.

Some would consider what I did playing God. I like to think I was God’s enforcer. The man had a lot of prayers and requests, he was busy, so that’s where I stepped in and handled it for him.

SIM is crazy for real 😂

The blacked-out bike with the skull mask pulled up, and I nodded my head, knowing it was Forty.

He thought he could play both sides. But the thing about fire? It doesn’t play—it consumes you.

Very chill. Very watch documentaries. Very I’ll kill yo mama cause I had to leave the house.

His head dropped and Elijah lifted it back up. “Gods don’t look down, they look upon.” Quasim smirked, as he wiped a tear from his eye. “You right, Eli.”

The emerald cut red diamond sat on a gold band with six diamonds on it. Three on each side. “Each diamond holds a place. One for your mother, one for your son, and one for this baby. The other side is one for me, one for Elijah, and one for Harley.”

I do know that Elijah is her son, and his father is Rich Parker.”

If she knew Blair like I knew her, she would get the fuck out of here because we had steak knives on the table.

“Yeah, all that cute shit, but we need to be protected cause I’m not a snitch.” “Me either… I did thirty days in Rikers,” Syn bragged, and we all looked at her. “What? I have a past is all I’m saying.”

“You give birth to her, and this is how she acts with you… just leaving you.”

Meer 🤣

“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.”

“Unlike Naheim, I don’t have a baby mama… I’m a fucking seahorse… I spit Peach out myself.”

I gasped. “Goon’s out of prison?” “Fuck you mean, Queen… they can never hold a nigga down long.” He yawned, as he came from a back room.

Capri rested on the steps leading onto the beach. “I’m sorry, Blair… but the way Meer fucked the hell out of me when we landed… Jesus, I am sore.”

“Your mouth says one thing, but I bet you pencil him in.”

“Righttt,” Syn and Kobe both said at the same time as Zoya looked at them both, and then over at me. “Uninvite them to the wedding now.” She joked.