Quasim III: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods Book 3)

by Jahquel J.

The moment you borrow another’s flame to light your path, you’ve already dimmed your own. Imitation isn’t inspiration — it’s desperation. There’s only one me. Like there is one you.

Recommendation: I hope you dance by Lee Ann Womack

There was nothing I wanted more than to hold my baby girl one more time. Hear her little silly laugh while she pulled my beard and told me that it needed to be as long as Santa Clause. When I looked into her room, I was reminded of having to give her CPR the week before she passed away. When we got to the hospital, and she had finally regained consciousness, she smiled at me and said she saw mommy. As much as I knew she was ready to leave me then, I still wasn’t ready for it.

I’ve never been more jealous of Cherie than I was in this moment. She was able to hug our daughter while I sat in this church numb. I felt like nothing would ever be alright again, and that I was destined to feel this way for the rest of my life.

then in comes blair, elijah and your baby to be

No matter how many people came to hug and give me their condolences, nothing would change. Cherie’s mother looked at me like I was a monster. As if I had wrapped my hands around Cherie’s neck and choked her to death, then repeated the same action on my daughter. As if I didn’t have to return back to a home with one less person. I was in pain, and all she could think about was how she felt.

it’s one thing to blame simmy for the loss of his wife, her daughter but to blame him for losing harley , something that was out of his control? that’s fucked up.

This wasn’t supposed to be our reality and the shit made me angry. How could God take two people that I loved the most from me? What have I done to deserve some shit like the punishment he was putting me through.

That was the hardest part of losing someone. You longed to hear them again, knowing that you wouldn’t.

losing a child to cancer…they are so strong

Recommendation: Listen to Smile by Scarface, 2pac & Johnny P.

Everything moved in slow motion as bullets flew everywhere and Quasim was laying on the pavement with blood pouring from his body. My chest felt tight as I saw him on the ground with his eyes fluttering open and close. It was hard seeing him this way; he was always my strength, and now he couldn’t be that.

maaaaan it’s on SIGHT with the del devils and chrome vipers…not quasim 😢

“A lot comes with being Queen Inferno, Blair… you must always protect your king. Me and Mina passing this to you and Pop… you prepared for that?”

she better get ready cause she better let them shits fly

The call sounded throughout the entire truck, and a voice came through the line. “Yeah.” “King.” The man whistled. “Fuck… come. You know the location.”

that’s how you know they’ve been with dr. ramos for awhile if havoc just has to say one word

Before Quasim entered my life, I had been so angry with God. Why did he take my mother from me and put me in foster care with a bunch of people that never loved me? Then I suffered with Tyshawn, and always wondered why he put him in my path? Was I not a good person? Did I not deserve to find someone that treated me like a queen? When I lost my son, the anger continued. The moment the doctor told me I had cancer, I stopped praying. I pretended like I had God’s number stored into my phone and I had blocked him. What was the reason to keep praying when all he kept giving me was bad news after bad news.

i would’ve questioned my faith too if i had to experience any of those obstacles.

Then I met Quasim, a man that had experienced such loss, yet still had this unwavering faith in God. He encouraged and inspired me to start talking to God again. I prayed in the backseat while holding his cross and mine. I prayed for our unborn baby. His parents. His brother. Elijah. I prayed for him to push through this and come through stronger than ever. I lived in this world without him before knowing him, and I didn’t want to do it again. I couldn’t do it again.

Quasim’s phone started to ring, so I went through his pockets to grab it, and saw Elijah’s facetime trying to come through.

oh dear lord the man upstairs is working overtime

“Sim, can I call you Dad… Havoc?” He looked in the camera confused when he saw it was Havoc instead of Quasim.

HE WANTED TO CALL HIM DAD BRUH I CAN’T—

“Oh, okay. Is my mom around?”

he’s really referring to sim and blair as his mom and dad 😩

“Who’s your mom, Elijah?” Havoc didn’t understand. “Anjo… I want to call her mom. I asked Gams, and she said I needed to talk to them.” He was excited, and my heart ached.

i’m not okay…

Syn grabbed me as best as she could and held my face. “Please calm down. I know this is hard and I won’t pretend to understand how you feel, Blair. He was a good man.” “Was?” I screeched and snatched my arms from Syn.

SYN OMG—don’t talk about him in past tense please!

Recommendation: Listen to Renegade by Jay-z ft Eminem

My phone was blowing up as me and the goddesses were behind the niggas that shot at us.

oh she’s on their asses!

Spinning their bikes around, they looked like they were about to try and ride past us. I pulled my gun, and cocked it back before homie had the chance, and aired them out. Capone always told me to be quicker than the next man, pull that trigger before they could even wrap their fingers around theirs. Ezra followed suit, and Kiki and Marley did the same. We lit them up, giving them no chance to use the guns they had just used on Sim and Meer. Capella spun his truck around us, and I watched as he leaned out the window and emptied his clip, making sure those bitches were dead.

lady inferno with the clutch!

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to steady my heart. Today started out so good and ended like this. We were supposed to be seeing the baby. I wanted to see Quasim’s face when he saw his baby on the screen. His second chance at being a father. Her second chance at being a mother. Me and Meer both wanted to experience it with them. We had been wanting them to be together forever. It was finally happening; they were married and expecting a baby together.

they were suppose to see the baby—JESUS

“Excuse you, I am in the middle of teaching a cla⁠—” “You fucking excused.” Landon barked back to the professor, who was clearly stunned by his tone and language. If she met his brother, then she wouldn’t have been surprised by his response. “Good looks.” “Nigga, it’s all love… got you. I’ll hit you with a location when we closer.” He told him.

awww landon and capella getting along—who would’ve thought?

I’ve always noticed that Capella resembled my brother but seeing him on the phone making sure his wife was secure, while bringing me to Meer, really showed me that my nephew had come into his own.

🙂‍↕️🤏🏽

It was so much going on that I didn’t know what to say or do. “Who owns this house?” She dried her hands and grabbed a lunch bag from the fridge. “Del Go’s sanctuary.” I paused because our family’s trucking business was Del Go. How was this place named the same thing?

oh capone you smart motherfucker!

Recommendation: Listen to Never Leave You by Fridayy

Quasim was in the middle of the bed with his shirt cut open and his cross still around his neck. One nurse tried to remove it, and Blair screamed. “Noooo, leave it. You leave his fucking cross around his neck. Never fucking remove it,” she tried to run into the operating room, and I held her back while she screamed and collapsed into my arms. “Simmy, please, baby, wake up! You promised me, Simmy!”

she doesn’t deserve to be going through this man

My heart hurt seeing Quasim that way because he was never down. He was the strength that we all needed, always one call away. Nothing ever got him down and now he was fighting for his life.

Both Infernos were out of commission, and it was up to me to make sure our family was good.

this is the time for both capri and blair to do what they’ve been taught

We had just been in Barbados, watching them drunkenly sing on the beach together. Meer had just sung as we watched Blair come down the aisle to Quasim. How was all of this happening to us now?

right like what the hell

“You not losing either of them. Quasim just being fucking dramatic. That nigga owe me like ten stacks because I won a bet… his ass better not die.” I looked up at him as he smiled down at me. “Cappy, not funny.” “I’m dead fucking serious… matter fact, let me go ask his new wife where he keep his bread.” He continued as he kissed my forehead a few times, trying to make me feel better. “Meer ain’t going anywhere … he pissy as hell. They not letting him through the pearly gates smelling like that.”

LMAOOOO leave it to capp to make someone laugh in situations like this

“Pri, you know me. I don’t speak on shit until it’s done. Getting the machines and equipment, along with making sure this shit was done correctly and on the low, wasn’t easy. Every time we go to the hospital for some shit, they watching us. Detectives come sniffing around, and eventually, that shit gonna end up on either you, Forty, or Kora’s desk… Eventually that shit gonna catch up to us. Plus, you know how I feel about hospitals… I get my infusions here, and Capella does, too.”

he’s always 10 steps ahead

“Capone, thank you.” I had tears in my eyes as I looked at my brother. “Pri, come on… you don’t need to thank me. Neither of you do.” “We do, though. Even before you knew I was your nephew, you took me under your wing and looked out for me. I was able to help my aunt with bills and provide for my family. You built this bitch brick by brick, and you need to pop yo shit more.”

exactlyyy! capone is the reason why everybody was able to love comfortably. he was the brains of the operation and i’m happy he’s getting his praise

Cappadonna looked down at his hands. “I know you feel like a weaker man because you couldn’t slide with us… your disease gets in the way and that shit fucks with you. Capo, you know we riding for you like you would ride for any of us. We sitting in our own private fucking hospital because you always thinking ahead to make sure we remain protected… always putting shit in place for us.”

MHMMMM THAT PART

“Fuck!” “What happened?” Cappadonna asked. “Ellis is gone… Sin just texted me. He didn’t fucking pull through.”

NOT ONE OF THE TRIPLETS 😔

“Breathe, Pri.” “Capone, they fucked up… they fucked up so bad.” I said into his chest while I controlled my tears. I was numb on the inside, as I removed myself from his chest. Just like that, my emotions were gone.

they about to bring the lady inferno outta capri

“I want them all dead… I want Tookie for me.” Blair said with a tone that was icier than a winter in Chicago. “I’m patient when it comes to him.” “As you wish, Queen.”

GET IN YOUR ZOOM FRIEND

“Cherish is the one on the pink bike… Cherie’s cousin.” “Time to send her with her cousin.” Blair looked straight ahead as a tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.

so that’s why quasim thought he saw cherie it was her cousin…well her ass is most definitely grass

Recommendation: Until the end of time by Tupac ft RL

As long as I had my family, there wasn’t much that I needed. When I formed Inferno Gods, I knew this was bigger than me, and this would become something that I would eventually step down from and hand over to my sons. This was more than niggas on bikes, we were family and took care of each other.

he created a movement for future generations

Quasim was the eldest son, so it was only right for him to step into the role. Meer had that same leader quality, too. It was rare to have two sons that both could embody that role, and ride with an iron fist. When it came to my brother, he was the weaker link. Always looking to latch onto someone instead of being his own man.

even still to this day red wants what papa has smh

There was a big difference between being inspired and trying to rip the skin off the person you were inspired by and replicate everything that they do. Niggas needed to ride their own wave, be their own person – you ain’t hear that from me, though.

She was the reason he was a weaker man and could never stand on his own. When I told him that New York wasn’t big enough for the both of us, he never put up a fight. Left with his tail tucked between his legs and held this hate for years. He hated me because I had the woman, children, and life that he wanted.

enabled children can sometimes come out spoiled and reckless—red checks out for both.

Her hair was big with bouncy ass curls, and that shit had my dick hard, and I hadn’t even heard her voice or knew who she was.

mina was that girl

He opened his eyes and looked at me when he heard my voice crack. I felt his arm and he pulled me onto him. “You not losing either of them… Quasim and Quameer Inferno are fucking strong. Neither of them are leaving this earth… it’s not their time. If anything, we need to sit in the silence because the minute Sim rises, there won’t be any peace.”

there will be no rock left unturned when quasim gets back up

Everybody knew that I was the worst when it came to being on my phone. If you had some shit to tell me, you better had caught me when you saw me. The only person that could get me on the phone was Mina, and now that she got her own phone, she had been obsessed with sending me emojis because she thought it was cute. When she sent me an eggplant emoji, I was confused and figured she wanted eggplant parm and went to her favorite Italian spot in Brooklyn that she had loved. Imagine my surprise when I came home with a pan of fucking eggplant parm, and that shit meant something different.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Either way, she sent that emoji and got handled that night.

I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

The doors opened and Cappadonna and Capone walked through. Capone sat down next to his father, and Des kissed his son’s head. “Getting home to the family is most important… hear me?” He gave them a warning after seeing the look in both of their eyes. “Always.” Cappadonna answered, sliding down the wall to sit beside me. I could see the danger swirling in both twins’ eyes and knew they were going to raise hell behind my sons. “We on you and Queen’s word, Papa.”

word is bond

“Meer Meer, I’m coming,” Mina said and took off toward the room where they were spraying this nozzle on the burn that took up the side of his stomach, and then his face. “Nah, get mommy the fuck away… you tried to kill me?” He hollered, a manic look in his eyes, as he stared at his mother.

so this must’ve been right when the signs of her having “alzheimer’s”

“Baby, you not a fuck up. I know your mind gets away sometimes.” Quasim slipped back into the room to hold his brother’s hand. “It’s not right, Quin… I forget things and sometimes I don’t remember how I went to bed. I’m scared….”

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