Page 17 of Quasim II: King Inferno

I wanted to protect her because she had never been protected.

“You remember what room you are in?”

“Suite, honey… we got a suite,” she rummaged through her clutch and waved her card in the air like it was the winning lottery ticket.

“Alright, big money.”

She paused. “I’m only letting that slide because I know you have big money… any other nigga called me that.” She did a running motion like she was going to get out a dodge. “Messed with a big money type of nigga before and refuse to go back.”

I laughed because women really didn’t fool with a nigga when he used those two words. Shit, I understood where they were coming from. I didn’t give a shit if my woman was a billionaire, she wasn’t paying for shit with me around. I was paying the bills and providing for my woman because that was how I had been raised.

Blaze was the same way, except, he got the shit wrong when it came to providing that for Brandi big headed ass. With Capri, I knew he was making the right decision when it came to her.

We entered the elevator, and she closed her clutch and leaned in the corner. “Thank you for escorting the sick woman to her room, Doc.”

I removed myself from the other end of the elevator and cornered her, staring down into her eyes. “Why you keep saying that shit about yourself?”

She stared back up into my eyes.

Fuck.

I melted at the thought of seeing her taking this dick and telling me she loved me. She was so fucking beautiful and deserved all the best things that life offered. Nobody deserved to have cancer, but she really didn’t deserve it.

“It’s true. Nobody wants the sick woman that may or may not die.”

I held her chin and continued to stare into her eyes. “You’re not going to die.”

“How are you so sure about that? Nobody knows when it’s their time… that’s why you avoid me, right?” She was so sure that was the reason I kept my distance from her.

I kissed her cheek and looked into her eyes. “I promise that’s not the reason, Anjo.”

“Anjo?” her voice was caught in her throat as she continued to stare into my eyes, never taking her eyes from mine.

“Angel, in Portuguese.”

Blair blushed. “I like that, Simmy.”

The elevator door opened on my floor, and I gently took her hand, pulling her out the elevator, toward my room. “I want you to promise me one thing, my love.”

She stopped walking and was fixing her heel. “What’s that?”

“Never lose that love you have, Anjo. Shit is pure, and I promise the world needs that.” She smiled as she let out a loud sigh of relief while taking her heel off. “I need that.” I muttered.

Quasim

All Anjo hadto do was call and I was on my way to her. She never had to explain what she needed. She could call me all the way home to grab the remote from the other side of the room and I would do that shit for her. When she called me and told me she needed me to come home, I was going to come. I felt comfortable leaving her and Elijah at the lake house alone because everyone was up there.

They were well protected, and nobody was getting in that community. There were other families that handled business like we did living there, too, which is why there was always an armed guard at the entrance.

“That little junkie ain’t been seen since.” Kincaid came into the house that was across the street from mine.

I sat in the window, looking at my house burned down to the ground. All of my memories and everything I had of Harley and Cherie were gone, never to be seen again.

I would never be able to pull my blanket from my bed and sleep on the floor of her bedroom when life became overwhelming. If they wanted to take something from me, they succeeded. However, while they were somewhere puffing theirchests out and gloating on their success, I was going to show them how to really prove a point.

“She ain’t going to show her fishy ass around here… she’s a junkie, not stupid.” I took one more pull from my spliff before I put it out.

“Shit, she was stupid for burning your house down.” Yasin plopped down on the couch.

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