Page 43 of Quasim II: King Inferno

She snorted and tried to walk away, and I pulled her back. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“You taking a test before you head to Miami.” I told her, as she wiggled out of my grasp to head to the bathroom.

“Is it necessary to bring both Yasin and Hassan?”

“Very necessary. I’m gonna charter that jet for you, too.” I called behind her, and she popped her head back around the corner.

“Love you, Simmy.”

“Love you more, baby.”

Soon as she closed the door, I grabbed my phone and saw the missed call and text message from Berkeley.

Berkeley: Hey, can we meet up and talk? Urgent.

I ignored her message and went right to Capri’s name and sent her a quick text message.

Me: You got pregnancy tests?

She took a minute before she replied. The bubble kept appearing and then disappearing before her call came through. I slipped out the room and answered the FaceTime call.

“Is she pregnant, Sim? Please tell me she is… omg!” She cheered, and I put my finger to my lip signaling her to be quiet.

“Nah… Gams got my ass paranoid and thinking now.”

No sooner than I said that, Blaze’s big-headed ass popped in the camera. “She trapped you just like I taught her.”

“Do you got the damn…” I lowered my voice. “The damn tests or not?”

Capri smiled. “I have plenty… I can bring them over and then sit in the bathroom with you both.”

“Since I know you dead serious, just bring them over here then.”

“I’m coming, too.”

“The fuck you need to come for?”

Blaze looked at me like I was supposed to know what that look was. “I’m her fucking bestie, too… the fuck?”

“You high?”

“A little.”

Capri snatched the phone. “Me and the kids are walking over now, and I got the test in my pocket… this secret is safe with me.”

“Capri?”

“Yeah?”

“Calm the fuck down.” I said and ended the call, going back into the bedroom. Instead of replying to Berk’s text, I silenced my phone and sat on the edge of the bed while waiting for Anjo.

If she was pregnant, this was another chance at being a father. I wouldn’t say I was the worst father when Harley was alive, but I was in the streets, leaving Cherie to care for her often. I was present, but when I was needed, I was always on go.

Still, I couldn’t sit here and pretend like the idea of Anjo being pregnant didn’t scare the shit out of me. My chest felt alltight, and my hands were moist from the sweat accumulating in my palms.

I wanted this time to be different. The goal was to always marry Blair and make her my wife. It didn’t matter if she never gave me any kids or not, she was always going to be my wife. If she was pregnant, our lives would really change.

Things would be different.

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