Page 50 of Quasim II: King Inferno

As he stared down at me amused, “You crazy as shit, Anjo.”

“Even crazier now that I am carrying your baby.” I reminded him. “Be careful, Simmy… please.”

“You want to pray?” I nodded my head, and he called Elijah over. We all held hands, bowed our heads, and he said a prayer for us, asking God to keep us all safe.

“Amen,” Elijah said, and hugged Quasim.

“Gonna miss you, Sim.”

Simmy kneeled down and hugged him tighter. “My turn to ask… you coming back for me, Eli?”

“Yes!”

“My guy… take care my lady, alright?”

“Always.” He hugged him once more and then saw Yasin and took off. “Sin!”

“Prince, what up?” Yasin hit the IG shake with him, which made me shake my head because Elijah was an Inferno God in the making.

He stood up and kissed my lips a few times. “Call me if you need me, Blair… I’m on my way without hesitation.”

“I know, and we will be safe.”

“Oh shit.” We both turned our heads when Hassan came off the jet and saw Elijah. He looked at him, and then over at Sim.

Elijah looked at him and smiled. “Hi!”

“What up, lil man?” Hassan did the IG shake and then came over toward me and Quasim. “Yo, King… I know him.”

“How the fuck you know him, Hassan?”

He looked back at Elijah. “He was younger when I saw him… was in medical school… clinicals. I never forget a fucking face. He was in the emergency room one night and something didn’t sit right. He was with some blonde hair bitch… think he broke his arm or some shit, but he was clearly abused. I told the attending at the time, and he basically threatened to write me up or some dumb shit… can’t remember, but I remember his face. Me and my homegirl both saw the marks, and he was moving just like we learned.”

Hassan was now a doctor, a resident, and he remembered Elijah’s face. He continued to keep looking back at Elijah like he couldn’t believe he was there. “You remembered him all this time?”

“Felt like I failed him because I didn’t speak up against that bitch.”

Sim dapped him up. “You wasn’t wrong.”

That was all he said, and Hassan didn’t need any more words. He dropped his head. “Shit.”

I reached out and rubbed his back. “Not your fault, Hassan. You alerted someone and they failed him, not you. He’s safe now, and we need to figure out who this woman is because she’s not his mother… Jesus, that shit makes my chest tight every?—”

“Calm it down with my baby inside you,” he raised his eyebrow at me, and I rolled my eyes, but took a few deep breaths. “Anjo, work and none of that stressing shit… ight?”

“Congratulations you two… for real… a blessing.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Look, when I’m back and back to work… I’ll go look into some documents and shit for you.”

Quasim nodded his head. “You worked hard to get into this position, Has. I got people that can do it and keep your hands clean.”

“Heard you.” He nodded.

I watched as Hassan and Quasim interacted, and Hassan had this huge amount of respect for him. It was the same way that Elijah looked at him.

Quasim continued to watch Elijah, and I stood on my toes and kissed his lips. “I’m going to talk to him on the plane. I hate that he feels guilty about it.”

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