Page 84 of Quasim II: King Inferno

I ended my call with Tyshawn, and called Red. “I saw what went on, Lucia.”

“You told me that the answer to your problem was to take out your brother, his sons, and take over the Gods so you can come back into the city. This is what you told me… said if you put the battery in Polo’s back that he would get it handled. Sure looks like he’s getting handled… his mama is on the highway and where are those Gods? Nowhere to be found like always… like ghosts. It’s like they have a secret weapon or something.” At this point, I was speaking more to myself than him.

Red didn’t give a damn that Polo’s brother was murdered. He knew that Polo had been wanting to step over lines when it came to Quasim, and he finally had the excuse. He had the motive, and all those plans failed and now I was watching this destruction on the damn news.

“I’m going to handle it. I got somebody on the inside that they don’t know about… you need to be patient.”

“Patient? I need that little boy fucking dead before we’re all fucking dead or in prison, Red!” I hollered, feeling my chest becoming tight. “Thea’s stupid ass couldn’t get the fucking job done, and now you ass fucks can’t even see how they are moving?”

“He fucking disarmed mutual grounds. My city is a fucking mess with killings and people out for blood. Quasim is like my brother, they are calculated and ruthless, you have to strike quick because you only get one chance at that.”

I had taken out his girlfriend, and he never saw it coming. It was time to send him with her. This was all Thea’s fault. Had she not been a neglectful mother and a damn junkie, he wouldn’t have taken Elijah from her with ease.

Can I even consider it taking him?

I took a deep breath and snatched my face mask from my face. “Well, strike now because if that little boy starts speaking, a lot of us are going away for a long fucking time. Fuck prison, Red… I want King Inferno dead!” I yelled, tossing my phone across the room.

Rich just had to fall in love with Thea and make plans to leave me for her. I wasn’t going any damn where. My place in Rich’s life had always been secured and I made sure to remove anyone that threatened that.

Thea was complicated because she had his baby, and he was so much in love with her. Told me that I needed to choose between him and killing her. I chose him because I didn’t want to lose him. He never threatened to leave me before, and the look in his eyes told me that he would. Rich saved her, and I knew what it meant once he got to saving bitches.

Cherie was one of his savior projects before she got with an Inferno. Despite knowing that they could never be, he still continued with her. Always calling and trying to see her, and she was always so fucking friendly.

She was being nice, as a friend, hoping that he got the picture. Rich never got the picture because he thought he and Cherie would be together one day. He thought that they would become one happy family, and she would leave her boyfriend.

As smart as he was, he never had any common sense to see that Cherie wasn’t interested in him. She handled him with friend gloves, and he was so caught up in her that he never saw it. He allowed his hate for Quasim to blind him.

I was a bit older than Rich, and I wasn’t losing him for a bitch that never wanted him. He needed me to show him the correct path, and that’s exactly what I did. He was willing to chase that gutta rat, when he had gained the attention of Vincent Morgan, and had the chance to make some real money, and not that bullshit city paycheck we were both bringing home.

Imagine moving into these big circles, because your future wife made sure that your distractions were gone. Only to turn around and he falls and sleeps with one of the bitches that we were harvesting eggs from?

Oy vey.

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Elijah sleptlike a wild animal in the bed, and I spent most of the night trying to keep him from kicking me off the bed. Every time I moved him over; he found his way closer to me. I was sweating, fighting for my life, and almost certain that he was holding my bonnet with a death grip. He wasn’t the biggest fan of us boarding the jet without Quasim again.

I couldn’t even calm him down because I felt the same way. When he had Hassan turn off with me, I was losing my mind. As much as I knew I wasn’t equipped to handle things like Capri could, it made me feel better knowing I had eyes on him. The entire flight to Barbados drove me crazy because I wanted to know if he was alright.

Needed to know.

Capone was the one that kept me sane, reminding me who I was marrying. Quasim Inferno knew how to handle himself, and he had everybody with him to make sure that he would come back to me safe and sound.

The sun crashed into the windows, as I stared up at the ceiling while Elijah clung onto me. I smiled at him while rubbinghis curls, and he farted. I covered my nose while scooting to get away from him.

“Jesus, Elijah… I told you to calm down on that cake last night.” I whispered.

Checking my phone, I didn’t have a call from Quasim, and my chest started to hurt. How was I supposed to become his wife? I couldn’t deal with the unknown and sitting and waiting to hear something.

“I’m right here, my love,” I heard that familiar voice, and still looked up like it came from the sky.

In the corner, crunched up on the couch, Quasim was there. I jumped off the bed and ran across the room, jumping on him and kissing his face while he hugged me. “Simmy, don’t scare me like that again.” I continued to kiss his face while he laughed, and accepted all the kisses I was smothering him in.

“Sim?” Elijah popped his head up like he wasn’t snoring in my ear seconds before. Soon as his eyes adjusted to the room, he jumped down from the bed and came flying onto the already cramped couch.

“What up? You was protecting my lady?”

He smiled. “Yep! I stayed up making sure she was safe all night.”

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