Page 73 of Quasim II: King Inferno

Kobe and Syn both folded their arms. It was like these two had known each other forever with the way their energies bounced off each other. “Is it because he’s gay, Hamza?”

“Chill… it’s Havoc.”

“Girl, he told you to chill.” Kobe continued to instigate while both of them kept their arms folded.

“That’s fair… my other nigga lets me call him by his real name. My bad, won’t happen again.”

He turned all the way in his seat and looked at her. “Beloved, you don’t wanna get an innocent nigga killed because you trying to make me jealous.”

Syn had this smirk on her face as she leaned forward, her lips were inches from his. “Sounds like I don’t have to try anything… you sound jealous to me.”

“Oh, she is hell… I am here for this!” Kobe cheered, while Havoc turned back around, and she continued to smirk.

“Pull over there… his bike is right there, and her car is there.”

“Hold on Mamas, why do you know what she drives?” Kobe questioned as Havoc pulled over, and I took my seatbelt off.

“Not important.”

Havoc put the car in park and got out with me because he knew he had to stay with me. He was dragging his feet because I had convinced him to take me and give up what Quasim was doing. I trusted Quasim, but I didn’t trust that damn Blizzard.

Quasim

Berkeley satacross from me overdressed, but it was for a reason. She had left her date and came over to meet me at this restaurant. She got us a table toward the back and was waiting when I arrived. She had been texting and calling, and it was clear whatever she had to get off her chest was important.

If she told me that she had my kid, and hid it all this time, I wasn’t responsible for what would happen in this restaurant. I spent the ride over to this small town she wanted to meet in, thinking on what could be so important that she couldn’t say the shit over the phone. I took my drink back and stared at her as she decided on what she wanted to order.

I had no plans on sticking around long enough to have a meal. She needed to spit the words out so I could head on out. If Anjo knew where the fuck I was, she would lose her shit because she told me she didn’t trust Berks.

She didn’t need to trust her, though; as long as she trusted me, we didn’t have any problems. I had plans on telling her where I was, so it wasn’t like I was hiding the shit completely. Berkeley looked up from the menu.

“I always need something sweet after I eat.” She giggled and continued to flip through the menu.

“My baby the same way. Even when she’s too fucking full to eat it.”

Berkeley looked at me. “Are you really serious about her?”

“Not the reason I showed up.”

When my phone chimed, I looked down to check the message to make sure shit was cool with Anjo.

Mrs. Inferno: Israel?

Me: What up, Anjo?

Mrs. Inferno: Why do you hate her that much?”

I looked at my phone confused because I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. Before I left the house, we were good.

Me: Hate who, Blair?

Mrs. Inferno: You want Bento box to really end up in a box, huh?

I laughed, startling Berkeley in the process. Before I could even wonder how the fuck she knew, or where she was, I saw her fine ass walking through the restaurant to our table with Havoc behind her.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“Fiancée,” I corrected.

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