Page 2 of Quasim II: King Inferno

The minuteI entered the side door; I dipped into the kitchen and under the kitchen sink to grab another gun.

They came into my home.

Where my wife and kids slept.

I had to see my daughter with tears and fear in her eyes, something I never experienced because I kept her safe.

This life was something I was born into, but I always promised that my daughter would never know fear. She would never have to see her father bust his gun because she never needed to see that shit.

Sim: They burned my fucking crib down, Blaze… B inside.

This shit was an ambush. They started with Quasim because they knew he couldn’t get to me. I looked at my phone again before putting it in my pocket and listened to the creaks in the floors as they walked.

I knew this house like the back of my hand. They were in Peach’s room.

POW! POW! POW!

I cracked my neck and squeezed the handle of the gun, fuming. Had I not moved quickly, that could have been my Peach. I grabbed the half of Gam’s cookie from the counter and took a few bites because I was about to put these niggas through it. My family was out the house and safe, and now I could end them one by one.

I could still hear them as I hit Wylie’s name in my contacts. He lived a few blocks over from me and could get to me the quickest. “What up, Meer?” He answered as if it wasn’t the wee hours of the morning.

“Niggas in my house, Wy… need you to slide through.”

He laughed. “Oh word? They must be stupid, fucking with Prince Inferno, huh?” I looked at the phone, remembering I told his ass that I wasn’t jacking that name.

“We burn the faces of our enemies.”

“Fucking flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno,” he replied, ending the call as I crept from the kitchen to the dining room.

Wylie was insane, and we all knew to leave his ass alone. He ran his business and minded his damn business – and truthfully – I think that was what was best for the world. When that nigga let loose, there was no stopping his ass. He served a few tours in Iraq and had PTSD, so even I knew to leave his crazy ass alone.

His loyalty for Quasim was strong. All Sim had to say was get em, and Wylie was coming back with a head in his hands. When Wylie finished serving the country, he came back just to end up homeless. He served this fucked up country that was built on the backs of our ancestors and was rewarded with homelessness. The country got what they wanted from him and then tossed his ass to the side.

It was Sim who found him an apartment and handed him money to get on his feet. Wylie was a man with pride, so accepting help from another man wasn’t something that he wanted to do. Quasim would never mention the help he extended to those he cared about. It wasn’t in his nature to let people know that he stepped in.

He was solid and if he gave you his word, you could take that shit to the bank. Wylie and Sim were closer because they could relate to a lot of shit. The only time you saw Wylie was when some shit went on, and you knew he was about to show his whole ass. The nigga had a rocket launcher, so you know shit was fucked up for me to call his ass.

I remembered and then dialed his number back. “Yo.”

“Walk that rocket launcher back in that fucking house, Wy… I want my fucking house at the end of this.”

“Fuck.” I heard him mutter.

“Nigga, you was gonna blow my fucking ho… never mind.” I quickly ended the call because the footsteps had stopped, and I was trying to pinpoint where the fuck these niggas were in my crib. I was killing niggas regardless, but if they picked my wife’s panties up from the floor and smelled them, I was really gonna lose my shit.

“Hate this shit.” I heard someone mutter, so I hid next to the cabinet that was in my dining room.

“In and out… you already know Polo told us what to do.” I froze when I heard the name Polo.

The other nigga had the nerve to sneeze in my house. “Why the fuck he didn’t bring his ass out here to do it… he sending us to handle his dirty work, knowing that this shit gonna start a war.”

They were so busy holding a conversation that they didn’t notice me standing to the side of them. I extended my arm and pulled the trigger the same time another gun shot rang out. I hithomie that was closer to me, but the other nigga was on the floor right next to him.

“Sug, what the fuck?” I whispered.

She held her finger to her mouth and pointed around the corner. If I wasn’t so mad at her, I would be turned the fuck on. I pulled her behind me as we crept around the corner, and sure enough, there was some big nigga ram shacking my fucking living room.

It was like he had a personal beef with my fucking daughter because he smashed her picture onto the floor. “Fuck you think you going?” I heard my wife, and she sent a bullet into someone while I sent three into big homie’s back, sending him onto the floor.

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