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

by Jahquel J.

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

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.

“You strapped, Aimee… never mind, you a Delgato; yo ass always strapped.”

“I’m not going nowhere unless my wife is with me.”

“Noooo, leave it. You leave his fucking cross around his neck. Never fucking remove it,”

Quasim just being fucking dramatic. That nigga owe me like ten stacks because I won a bet… his ass better not die.”

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.

I knew he would give his life for mine, I would give mine for his.

You know what comes after he’s healed.” “Hell.” I smiled up at him.

When you became an Inferno God, you were considered family. The Inferno family would ride for you until your last breath.

I’m gonna look at his scans and paperwork and make sure shit is right… they don’t call me Dr. Delgato for nothing, feel me?”

Bye Capp 😂😂

tell me what’s going on. How can I love you if I don’t know your pain?”

Fuck soft girl era. He put me in my secure girl era. A place where I felt safe, seen, and secured.

“I fell in love with you because of the woman you are, the heart that you have. All the shooting and hanging out windows was a bonus.

Certain shit belonged together, like peanut butter and jelly, or ketchup and mustard, and that was how the Infernos and Delgatos were.

They called fat women fat bitches for years, and now everybody wanna be talking about body shaming once the skinny bitches start getting called skinny.”

He heard what happened, and it bothered him like I was his little brother. He went out there and beat the shit out of someone, defending my honor…. God doesn’t take those people from us right away.”

“You Queen Inferno… shake that shit off and make sure you protect my niece.”

The unwillingness to change for not only yourself, but your kids and their kids was some shit I could never get down with.

He was our king, the head of our household and our savior. Quasim never spoke about the help he extended to those he cared about. He would give everything for those that he fucked with. When he came into my life, I had no clue that he would be the one saving me.

There weren’t too many people that would stand and burn on business, and those Inferno brothers did both.

Zoya was the friend that you never had to worry about because she always had it together. In my opinion, those were the friends that you needed to worry about the most.

Even when it felt like this was all for nothing, and the world was closing in on her, she did what she had to do. It wasn’t about Aimee taking accountability for her actions, it was that she put the work in to change them. She never stayed that way.

“Good. Keep his sick ass in jail… give him a lifetime supply of fucking soap. The slipperiest soap they have.” Wylie stood up and held his arm out, and I linked mine with his as they both whisked me out of the courtroom.

Lmaoooo

“Give me the word, Sug… all I’m waiting for is for you to tell me this is too much and Big Pa gonna fix it… you know that, right?”

Being a parent ain’t for the weak… gotta raise them up to be good people, and that’s a lot of fucking pressure.”

Zoya needed to stop playing because she knew she wanted this nigga. I knew one thing; she needed to give this nigga those chocolate fucking babies.

I’m glad that you left him… men often become too comfortable with us and think we’ll never say bye and leave.

“I wanted to be loved and to love. That is all… not all this silence and guessing, not feeling like I’m on the outside of something I’m supposed to be a part of.”

The problems you wrestled with before saying I do didn’t disappear. They were just louder once the vows were made.

“What the fuck you mean you left your husband?” Kobe screamed. “You left the kanggggg?” His dramatic ass held both sides of his face while dragging the word kang out.

Lmaoooo

“Gotta let go of that pride when it comes to your wife, bro. You can’t bring all that hard shit from the streets home. With her, you gotta shed the armor… she wants different when you are behind those walls.” He paused. “She already knows what you’re capable of out there… what you’ve done and carry. What she needs is you… raw, real, and open.”

I was an Inferno, I may be knocked down, but a nigga never stayed down.

Anjo’s only problem was loving too hard and giving that to the wrong people. Despite life breaking her down, she never broke. Strength.