Page 58 of Quasim II: King Inferno

As if he knew that we were discussing him, his name popped across the screen. I slid my finger across the screen. “You’re going to live a long time, Simmy.”

“You the reason my ear ringing,” he chuckled.

“How are you?”

He cleared his throat. “Better now that I’m talking to you. What you doing right now?”

“On the beach with Elijah… I’m going to have to comb all that sand out and wash his hair a bunch of times.”

“You love that, though, Anjo.”

I smiled because I did enjoy spending time with Elijah. During bath times, I sat on the toilet while he talked about everything. Motorcycles were at the top of his conversations. He let me in on how he, Ryder, and CJ were going to ask for dirt bikes, and for Capone to put a dirt pit on the compound for them. It was their compromise since all three of them were too young to ride motorcycles.

"I do. Everything good there, Sim?”

“Didn’t call you to talk about that, my love.”

I leaned back on the pool lounge and sheltered my eyes from the sun. “I miss you, Simmy.”

“I miss you more… how my boy been?”

I smiled. “Good… we’ve been having fun in-between meworking.”

“Why that voice?”

“She’s a bitch.”

“Shit.”

I broke out into laughter. “She is, though… doesn’t even speak to me and does everything through her assistant. Then the fact that she doesn’t want me to stay the full hours, and I always arrive when her husband is gone, and leave when he’s coming in. I think she’s scared of her man wanting me, or they got some kind of secret going on in there.”

“Long as you not included in they secret, I don’t give a fuck. I’ll light that house up if something funny going on and they involve you.”

“Only you… what you doing?”

He yawned. “Bout to take a nap before having to run somewhere later. If I don’t answer, then you know why.”

“Quasim?”

“What, Anjo?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Nothing… I trust you.” It was hard to not place another man’s problems on the next man. I don’t know how many times Tyshawn told me that if I called and he didn’t answer it was because he was handling business.

He was handling business; however, it was never the kind he should have been handling. It was always a woman.

“Want only you, Blair. Never got to worry about that when it comes to me, right?”

“Yes. Which is why I said nothing. I trust you, and I just had a moment of being insecure…sorry.”

“Never apologize for feeling how you do. Talk to me about it before you hop out my trunk or some crazy shit.”

“I would never hop out of a truck… maybe do a drive by, but not a trunk,” I muttered the last part, and he laughed.

“Crash out.”

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