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

by Jahquel J.

Cappadonna had on a pair of pajama pants with his kids’ faces on them, timbs, and his motorcycle vest.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a second, then started laughing. When I opened my eyes, everybody was staring at me like my head had spun around several times. Even Wylie moved over a few spaces.

Pops shrugged his shoulders with the same smirk Blaze usually had on his face. “Don’t fucking tell me that my favorite color used to be green.” Kincaid choked on his drink. “You beat your brother’s ass because he got your favorite color wrong?” Pops pointed at Kincaid. “It’s the fucking principal. Don’t ever try to tell me something about me… I hold this dick when I piss, not him… can’t tell me shit about myself.” “Papa, I see why the fuck these two touched in the head,” Kincaid snickered.

“Showing emotion. You can’t be a man without showing emotions… that’s what makes you, you. It’s what makes you strong.” Elijah replied.

“Damn, Red. Can’t say I feel bad… good for yo stupid ass,” Papa was hell, and I never noticed how much his sons acted just like him.

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. Dookie, you may act tough, but I’m gonna show you what it feel like to really be high… feel me?” He walked me back over to the truck, and this time, Meer stood along with Capri and everyone else.

Sue came back over to the table with her pad. “How’s Cappadonna and those babies? You know… we still have people come in and ask if he’s going to make those pancakes.” Capri looked at Sue. “He was cooking in here?” “Taught the cook a few tricks with the pancakes.” She smiled. Me and Aimee busted out laughing because why was Capp in these people’s kitchen cooking.

there going through. “Block packed out with the Bullies and IG’s.” Salah replied and tossed some random cards on the table. “Bitch, what the fuck you doing?” One of the men, who clearly had a gambling problem, hollered. “He can’t be talking to me.” Salah said to himself, which was the first sign that this nigga needed to stand down. Anytime a nigga started talking to himself, you already knew no good was coming from it. Salah remained leaned back as he watched the man continue to get so upset that he was spitting while he was talking. In one swift movement, he flipped the whole table and went right for homie, picking his ass up and slamming him down onto the grass where the drinks and food now took place.

I gave him a fair chance. While his ass was still on the floor trying to locate his tonsils, I stepped on his chest, putting my entire weight on him. I was in the middle of the yard doing step aerobics like I was Jean Simmons. Each time I stepped on him; I could feel something crack. “What happened, son-son?” I manically laughed as I continued to switch feet. “Nah, let me see… I ain’t worked out in a few days.” Capone came over and started doing the same thing.

wouldn’t let me put thirty cents, because I think that’s all you’re worth. I’m not going to continue going back and forth. You can sign or die.” “Bitch, the fuck you said to me?” She smiled. “Sign or die. All I have to do is tell him about a problem and he handles them. The way you just flinched at me would send him over the edge… might crack your neck for something like that. It’s his quiet hour, Tyshawn… he hates being disturbed during his quiet hour.” She paused and looked at the Cartier watch that I’m pretty sure called me broke and then turned her attention to me. “Welp, then I guess you like things the hard way. Make sure your grandmother’s lights work… when they go out, it ain’t the electricity company.” She shrugged and turned to head back down the steps. “I’ll sign the fucking papers.” I called behind her, biting my tongue in the process because I didn’t want to sign the papers.

“Red played his part by acting all sick and helpless to let them lower their guard.” I looked at Polo like he was heating shit on a spoon, too. “Lower their guard? Papa Inferno spit at his feet and told him he was going to piss on his grave.”

As he sped by the window, he winked at me before putting his visor down and kissing his fingers and placing it on his heart. I witnessed this man murder a car full of men and here I was, blushing like he handed me a dozen roses.

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

“All I’m saying is, even though we family… I need you to book me through my assistant, since you need my services as an officiant… we charge for last minute shit, too.” “Roy, please!” Alaia yelled and laughed at her husband.

God was funny. I send his biological pops to hell, and He sends me his son to care for and love. Funny how shit worked out.

“Is it because he’s gay, Hamza?” “Chill… it’s Havoc.” “Girl, he told you to chill.” Kobe continued to instigate while both of them kept their arms folded. “That’s fair… my other nigga lets me call him by his real name. My bad, won’t happen again.” He turned all the way in his seat and looked at her. “Beloved, you don’t wanna get an innocent nigga killed because you trying to make me jealous.”

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.” Capri eased herself down the stairs as I stared at her. “Baby, I’m gone… go and get some sleep, please.”

Zoya came floating back up the steps. “Sigel squeezes the toothpaste, and my brother has always hated that… maybe he should go.” “Zoya!” I hollered as me and Capri both fell out laughing because sis was screaming a different tune now that Goon had spoken some act right into her. “He spoke with my brother.”

“You are way too damn drunk… let’s go to bed.” I waved the smell of alcohol away from me. He smelled like he had been in the bottom of a damn bottle of rum. “Not drunk enough to do youuuuuu!” Soon as he said do you, Meer pounced back on the floor and continued to dry hump the grass. Goon kicked his ass and walked away. “Nah, fuck this… get yo freaky ass husband, Pri.” “Goon, I promise…. promise I can’t move because I peed all over myself.” She busted out laughing more, as she lifted herself and the pavement was wet.

Capri was running and chasing both of them while they played monkey in the middle with her bonnet.