Page 23 of Quasim II: King Inferno

It was when I saw what he sat on the counter beside me that I was less interested in getting dick in the kitchen. “Is that a vest?” I squealed, and jumped down from the counter, shoving him to grab it.

“Damn, Anjo. Thought I could get some pussy before we left, and you said fuck me?”

I paid him no attention as I put the vest on, and it fit me perfectly. Capri had one, and ever since the first time I saw her wear it, I’ve wanted one for myself. Me and Quasim weren’t anywhere near where we are today, so I tossed the idea of ever owning one out of my mind.

“Simmy, look… it fits perfectly.” I ran across the kitchen into the living room, where there was a huge mirror and checked myself out.

I felt so official.

Sim slowly walked across the room until he was right behind me. He spun me around, kissing my lips. “Turn and look at the back.”

I gasped when I saw the back of the vest. Here I was, just excited to have a vest and feel down with everyone else. Queen Inferno was on the back of my vest with flames and a skull with a crown on it.

Slowly, I turned back to face him, and he was staring at me with that intense glare that I loved so much. There was a specificlook that was reserved only for me when it came to Quasim. I was the only person he gave that look to.

“Oh, baby. I was happy with just a vest.” I hugged him tightly, and he kissed me on the head. We remained there, comfortable in our embrace, for a little while.

I think Quasim needed the hug more, but he would never admit it. “We ready when you are, King.” Havoc came in through the garage door. “Oh shit, my bad.”

“You good,” Quasim said, never letting me go.

Havoc smirked as he saw my vest. “Queen Inferno.”

I stared up into Sim’s eyes, standing on my toes and kissing his lips. “Thank you, baby.”

“Figured since you wanted to be left in the burning house you earned that title.”

I laughed so loud that I snorted. “Quasim! That’s not even funny.”

He smirked as he kissed my forehead. “Seriously. You’re going to be my wife, Anjo. I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere… I’m here, and I’m sorry that I even made that a fear for you.”

I roped my arms around his neck, and he kissed my lips. “I want to help you through whatever you are feeling. If it’s me and you against the world, then you gotta let me in, too… okay?”

His response was a kiss. I didn’t expect for Quasim to let me in all-in-one day. He had spent so much time keeping it bottled in, that it was hard to open that door and let everything out. With time, I prayed that he started to let that door open so I could help him heal like he was helping me.

He held my hand as he secured the house and went out through the garage. Since Simmy was driving my truck that night, it wasn’t damaged in the fire. He held the door open for me, pulling me around him as I climbed into the passenger seat.

I felt his hand grab my ass. “You getting thick, Anjo.”

My cheeks were on fire from how hard I was blushing. “My ass looks bigger when I don’t wear pant…” I allowed the words to trail because of the look he was giving me.

“Keep playing with me, Anjo.” He reached in and roughly kissed my lips and closed the door, rounding the truck and getting into the driver’s seat.

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He pulled out the garage and remained in the driveway for a bit to watch the garage door close. We cruised through the neighborhood, Cappadonna turned from his block on his bike and followed behind us. Soon as the gates were lifted to leave the community and we turned onto the street, all the bikes crowded my truck as Quasim drove with one hand, his head on a swivel. His gun sat on his lap.

Meer pulled up on my side with Capri on his bike, both of them wearing their skull helmets. Quasim saluted, and Meer took the lead while Capri saluted at me. Havoc replaced them on my side while Cappadonna took Quasim’s side, the rest of the IG’s following behind. Simmy took my hand and kissed the back of it as he swerved and followed the path the IG’s were making for us.

As we entered the highway, we made our way down it with all sides of us covered. I saw a purple bike speed by and hit a wheelie, and the rest followed behind her as they fell in line in the front.

Gray and black bikes fell behind the IG’s trailing us, with a man taking their lead. We were taking up the highway, bikes surrounding my truck on all sides. I almost wished I had a drone to see how it looked from above. Quasim was unbothered as hecontinued to stay in lane while all these bikes continued to join our fleet.

“Who are those behind us?” I asked, with my body damn near turned all the way around, trying to get a better look.

“Brooklyn Bullies… you fuck with one of us, you damn near fucking with all of us.” He kissed the back of my hand again.

Kincaid moved from his place and hit a wheelie, then sped up to get in line with Lia. She nodded her head to greet him, and they both took off ahead with the triplets following behind them. Both the leader of the Bullies and Reapers signaled to their people, and their crews fell back to mix in with the IG’s.

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