Page 56 of Quasim II: King Inferno

Big mouth didn’t have much to say. I wagged my finger at him as he tried to reach for his piece. He was so focused on me, he didn’t feel that steel touch the back of his head as Capri walked his ass down, and shoved him back on the sidewalk.

Polo’s mama and step-pops were standing there shaking, scared, not knowing what was coming next. This shit fueled my soul. I had gotten so good at this shit that fear actually had a smell. She was so concerned with benefiting from the money her son made that she didn’t realize the wicked shit he did.

Running in my brother’s house and shooting my niece’s bed would never sit well. I may have started this with killing his brother, but I was ending this bitch with me taking his family and then him.

“Wait until Red hear about this shit… he gonna burn the city down.” One flunky said, not understanding that silence was the best response.

“Impossible… that Inferno name don’t extend to him. The Gods is the only niggas burning cities down.” Blaze smashed him in the face with his gun and tossed him on the hood of the car. He cocked his gun back and lit his body up while everyone standing on the block fell down onto the floor to avoid being hit.

I tucked my cross because I ain’t really like God seeing me this way. We had an agreement, and he ain’t need to see what I did. When he mentioned Red, I already knew the shit my uncle was chatting about was bullshit… sick my ass. Polo couldn’t do shit without his fucking word.

My eyes were real good, and my attention to detail was something I used to hate as a kid. I’d crumble a whole paper up if my handwriting wasn’t neat. I could pay attention to six different conversations at once, which is why I was always able to follow Elijah and Ryder’s million conversations. As I focused on everything going on, I couldn’t help but spot somebody slipping away. Cappadonna nodded at me, as we allowed him to slip away.

We drove ourselves crazy trying to figure out how the fuck they knew where Blaze lived. Nobody knew where he lived unless you were an IG. He didn’t host parties and he damn sure didn’t invite just anybody to his crib without them being affiliated with the Inferno Gods. Then, they knew how to trip his system to get into the house.

Larry.

An Inferno God had fucking betrayed the family. Not any Inferno God, one of the few that started this shit with my father. He was like an uncle to me, always around, at every birthday. He allowed the enemy to gain access into one of our homes where shit could have gone left. I watched the back of his head as helightly jogged away. Cappadonna had fire in his eyes as we both made that realization that somebody betrayed the family.

He thought he could play both sides. But the thing about fire? It doesn’t play—it consumes you.

I took my helmet off and everyone gasped when they laid eyes on me. As the head of the Inferno Gods, niggas heard of me, but I didn’t pop out unless needed.

Very chill. Very watch documentaries. Very I’ll kill yo mama cause I had to leave the house.

His mother wailed out, knowing that she was going to hang with the man she was begging for mercy. She was an old hoe, so she might be going down to hang with the actual Diablo. The phone that I took off Tank, I scrolled until I found Polo’s name and hit the button to call him.

“What up, Key-lolo,” I greeted when he answered the phone, confused, because his friend was dead.

Blaze made those flames so good that it was going to take them months to figure out who they were. “Who the fuck?—”

Corleon made sure to wipe all the cameras in that whole area, so the cops were going in circles trying to figure out what happened. Even when they eventually put that picture together as to what happened. It’s gonna look like a gang retaliation because the one that Kincaid beat the hell up, was left with the fluid and matches, while one of the other ones at the table held the gun that ‘killed’ him for torching his ‘homies’.

Smarter not harder.

I put the phone to my mouth as I stood in front of his mother, my legs shoulder length apart with a smile on my face. “Nigga, you know who the fuck this is… you wanted this, Lolo.”

“The fuck you talking about… nigga, come see me.”

“Nah… I’d rather not. I got some sick ass fetish for taking people’s parentals from them, feel me? Love a little murder of a mama.” I snatched the Louis Vuitton earring from her ear, andshe yelped. “Appreciate the trophy… I would take the second one, but my wife won’t like wearing hand-me-downs from a dead hoe.”

“Bitch, leave my fucking mama alone. Mutual ground.”

“Mutual ground, mutual ground… suck my dick. Mutual grounds don’t exist no more… come off the porch, pussy… The king is fucking waiting.” I ended the call, slamming the phone into the ground and pulling my shit, emptying it in her boyfriend’s chest while she watched.

“Get em.” I told the triplets, and they sprang into action along with Wylie while I walked back to my bike.

Capri nodded in pride. “He sent for the king… he came.”

I watched as my brother and sister-in-law handled business. He watched for her, as she watched for him, and they both aired their guns. Cappadonna kept a watch for his sister, while he handled business.

Like a coach proud of his super bowl winning team, I watched as they all moved together as a unit.

I moved my finger like a conductor did an orchestra as I watched the murder and mayhem occur right in front of me.

He struck a match, thinking he could control the flame. The Inferno Gods don’t play with fire, we become it. Polo started the war, but he didn’t realize that it was his world that would turn into ash.

I wasn’t going to rest until I was covered in the soot from his world burning to the ground.

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