Page 72 of Quasim II: King Inferno

“We don’t like liars, Hamza.” Synthia added.

“What Syn-Syn said… tell her where her man is, Hams.” Kobe continued, and he and Synthia both slapped hands.

Havoc looked stressed while looking between me and them. “He had to handle something… you already know Sim keeps shit to himself at times.”

“Not with you, though… you know.” I continued to push because I knew that he knew exactly where Quasim was.

“Fuck, Blair… why you getting me involved in your shit?”

Synthia looked up at Havoc. “I want a tattoo right between my breasts… I want you to do it, too.” She batted her eyelashes.

Havoc was about to bite his damn lip off while staring into her eyes. He signed something to her, and Kobe put his hands over his eyes. “Warn me before you say some shit like that.”

I didn’t care what the hell he was signing to her. “Either you tell me or I’m going to ride around alone until you do.”

“He went to meet with Berkeley about some business.”

I gasped. “I knew this bitch was going to be a problem and he swore that she wouldn’t… I could tell she would.” I ranted to myself.

“I swear he went on business… she had something important to tell him.” He tried to defend Quasim.

“Take me to where they are.”

“Come on, B.”

I paused, remembering that I had his location. “I have his location… don’t need you.”

Me and Syn got down from our stools and got ready to leave. “Oh, hell no, you think I’m not going on a stakeout you’re wrong… I’m coming, beauties,” Kobe followed behind us as we left the bar.

We got into my truck and were preparing to leave when Havoc came out the bar. “Get out the car.” He told Synthia, and she remained.

“Yeah, I don’t listen to you.”

He opened the door, picked her little ass up, opened the back door, and put her in the back. “Don’t have a choice.”

Synthia couldn’t protest because her nasty ass was having other thoughts. “Girl, you’re drooling.” Kobe called her out.

“Shut up.” She fixed her face as Havoc stared at her before closing the door.

He adjusted the seat so much that Synthia had to move toward the middle. “He not doing what you think he doing.”

“Let me go on and decide for myself. Why didn’t he tell me he was going to meet up with her then?” Havoc blankly stared at me as I snatched the gummy bears out my glove compartment. “I’m only acting like this because he didn’t tell me.”

He pulled away and we drove for a bit before we came to a small city center in a neighboring town. There were small shops and restaurants scattered throughout. Everyone was out enjoying the night, grabbing ice cream from the local shop and enjoying the breeze that tonight provided.

“This reminds me of the time I was messing with this down low nigga… he didn’t tell me he had a baby mama. I pulled up on him and his baby mama getting the baby’s ears pierced, and told her how he be letting me?—”

“Kobe, you could omit some fucking things.” Havoc said.

“Well, he couldn’t jump up cause his baby was in his lap… the way the lady in the shop took the baby while we jumped his ass.”

I turned to look at him. “You both jumped him?”

“Yes, and now that’s my girl… she gets these brows right every time.” He picked in his nails, and Synthia laughed.

“Can you take me to her? Cause my lady don’t like me much… look, they not even.”

“You both don’t need to be hanging out.” Havoc said, staring at Syn in the mirror.

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