Page 29 of Quasim II: King Inferno

“Ryai wants to feel good… I told her she looks amazing, but you know… you have to believe it, too, and just hearing me say it doesn’t mean she believes it.” Capri shrugged.

“Don’t you be out there doing no surgery.” Capone looked at his sister.

“Rayce has me with enough weight on and with the way Cappadonna has had me running… I’ll be back down to my regular size soon enough.” She smirked. “Oh, and I’m grown so if I did choose to have surgery… my business, Winston.”

He laughed. “Yeah, ight… crazy ass Meer would flip a table.”

Capri paused and then laughed. “He really would… he don’t even want me to lose weight for real. I gotta tone because Rayce did a number on me.”

“Nah, all those damn sticky wings did.” Cappadonna laughed.

“True. Mommy cooking me every damn thing didn’t help, either… she still makes me all this food and brings it over.”

Capone smiled. “Her way of trying to make up for her wrongs. Handle her the way you’ve been… I know you love her, but also keep your boundaries, Pri.”

“With all of us,” Cappadonna added.

Capri smiled. “Thanks.”

Quasim

I didn’t trustthat nigga Tookie as far as I could throw his ass. He was standing in front of me, telling me that there was no beef when I killed his grandfather and cousin.

I don’t give a fuck how much somebody’s beef wasn’t mine; I would never sit in my enemy’s face and tell him that we didn’t have any beef. The reason the Infernos were untouchable was because we didn’t trust shit or let anything slide.

He thought I wasn’t paying attention to the way he was staring at my wife. The way he looked at her made me uneasy, which is why I didn’t trust shit that came out his mouth. Since we were on mutual grounds, I couldn’t do shit about it.

Every biker gang in the tri-state knew that if a meeting was called in a neutral zone, you didn’t bring your beef there.

The last time we were called onto mutual grounds was when we called the truce with the Chrome Vipers. It took Blaze, Havoc, and my father to hold me back and snatch my gun from my hand because I was about to air that bitch out.

Apparently, niggas was still in their feelings because I pistol whipped one of them.

He couldn’t fathom how she was with me and not with him. The nigga was sick in the head if he thought she should stick around and be with him. Anjo had talks with me about her going back every time she wanted to leave. My baby was strong and the last time she left was the last time she was with him.

We gonna ignore how she was still sliding back with him before she found her goddamn brain. It took that nigga kidnapping her for her to realize that nigga meant her no good, and she been right ever since.

Tookie was an addict, and the fact that money was low because the majority of his people were either dead or riding with Polo, didn’t mean he had become smarter and realized he could never win.

It only meant that he was sitting tight to see how this played out. When that money became lower, he was going where the money was, and he knew coming this way wasn’t an option. He was the breadwinner for his family, so when money was tight for him, that meant the shit was tight for his entire family.

I always told Blaze that I didn’t trust that nigga, because he wanted to be him. I would watch how he moved. Always so caught up into Brandi, and always giving the wrong fucking advice. It was like he wanted Blaze to walk into traffic blind with the shit he used to advise him. As much as he had blinders on when it came to Brandi, he wasn’t as stupid when it came to his fake ass best friend. He didn’t let Tookie tell his ass anything and just sit with it.

That was why Blaze was a problem for Tookie. He couldn’t control him or run his shit. My brother was a natural leader and came from a long line of big steppas that handled they shit. He could never play second fiddle to some lame ass nigga.

Even though I joked with him about being the spare, he had carried himself like that nigga because he wasthatnigga. Blazestruggled for a while, trying to figure out where he fit within our family. As I took the lead, he was still trying to find his way.

I didn’t have to worry about Blaze anymore.

“This my mama’s shit,” Kincaid got up when ‘Square Biz’ by Teena Marie came on and started hitting the running man with a blunt hanging from his lips.

I took a pull from my blunt as Capone held his stomach and laughed while I shook my head, watching this nigga. The rest of the men at the card table continued to play spades while drinking. Cappadonna tossed down a card, and the other nigga across from him sucked his teeth.

“You cheating… ain’t no fucking way you kicking our ass like this.”

Cappadonna looked at his twin before returning his attention back to homie. “Nigga, I used to be a professional gambler in Vegas.”

We all looked at him because the man believed him, but we knew Capp was fucking lying. It was crazy how he said the shit with a straight face.

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