Page 65 of Quasim II: King Inferno

I never needed to know how information got back to Goon in prison. Being in prison was like being locked in a telephone communication company. Word always traveled fast in here.

“His cousin in here… another Del Devil.” He leaned forward and kept his head on a swivel. “Be running his fucking mouth way too much. You ain’t believe that truce with CVs?”

“Nah. Can’t ever trust a snake.”

“Only allow a snake to get close to you if you wearing it.”

“Facts.”

“Tookie is going to come for Queen. Polo wants to see everything gone when it comes to us. Red been hating for years and he finally let that shit fuel him to come after his brother.”

“Appreciate it, G.”

“Never have to mention it… the shit they did with mini–Lady Inferno and my God daughter had me beating niggas up in here… got sent to the hole for a week.”

“Shit fucked me up… trust I’m gonna handle shit.”

“Never doubted that you would.”

“Chill the fuck out in here, G. The goal is for you to come home… how the fuck you gonna go after Zoya if you getting more time tacked on.”

He laughed. “I hear you.”

I stayed and talked with Goon for a minute longer before the visit was over. Walking to my car, my phone buzzed, and I saw a text message from Forty.

40: Meet here.

40: *pinned location*

I pulledup to a warehouse in Mount Vernon that Forty sent the location to. When he sent the message, I memorized it because I knew it would disappear off my phone. Killing my engine, I hopped off my bike and walked around back. Keeping watch, I knocked on the metal door. After a few seconds, the door opened, and I was granted access into the warehouse.

Security stood there looking at me just like I was looking at him. I didn’t give a fuck that he had me in height and weight. “Don’t touch me.”

“He’s straight.” I looked over and Devon came from the back, dressed down from his usual suit and tie.

I walked over toward him and dapped him. “What’s good?”

“Hanging in there… you straight?”

“Always.”

Following behind Devon, he took me to the full warehouse space, where Core was leaned back in a chair, Skyler and Aimee seated next to him.

“What up, Core?” I walked over and dapped him before hugging Aimee and Skyler.

“Ain’t shit but the sky,” He responded.

Aimee looked up briefly from her computer. “Hey Sim… where’s our girl?”

“Probably planning the wedding… or looking for a new studio space.” I laughed, because those seemed to be the topics that Anjo had been interested in lately.

The studio was closed for the time being because I didn’t want her back over there. Syn had been staying at the house while they did classes over zoom for their clients. When she wasn’t on the back porch doing video classes, she and Syn were looking for the perfect space. Pyro wanted to eat the damn bird, and if I heard squawking one more time, I was gonna fry that damn bird myself.

Lately, Anjo had been talking about wanting to move the studio out the city. It was her world, and my pockets were going to pay for whatever she wanted. I wanted her to be happy, and whatever she wanted made me happy.

The other night, she kept me and Capri both up, talking about the wedding. She already knew it was going to happen on the beach, and that wasn’t because of me. Both Gams and Blaze damn near threatened us and told us it couldn’t be anywhere else.

Fucking Delgatos done started this tradition, and then Blaze went and bought a damn beach house that connected, making sure we kept the tradition going for Capri.

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