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

by Jahquel J.

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.

“I made sour dough bread, and lots of soup. I also made some steak because someone mentioned craving steak.” “Is it bleeding, though? I want a nice, rare piece of steak.” Blair gasped. Cappadonna moved away from the bed. “The fuck she cooking in there… a vampire?”

I would be lying if I wasn’t kicking my feet while hitting the tootsie roll behind Quasim being dead, and Blair back at square one. It felt good driving through the city and nobody fucking with me.

Tookie Butt just never learned 😅

“I hope when he shoot them chocolate babies inside you, your epidural don’t work.”

That was funny af, but cold blooded.

“Suga! I told you throwing that ass was dangerous!” he was yelling as he ran over toward her. She was leaned down and then blew a cloud of sand in his face, as he fell back onto the sand and she quickly ran away.