Page 93 of Quasim II: King Inferno

“Not Auntie’s babies… Jesus.”

The grunts and her moans sent us all running away from their door to go back and get changed for dinner.

When I walked back into the house, Havoc was standing with his back toward us. Syn poked her head from around him. “Get ready because our reservations are in thirty minutes.”

Capri rushed to her room while Zoya did the same and my nosey ass walked over toward them. “Hey Havoc and Syn.”

“Did you bring it?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you gonna do it?”

“Possibly.”

She shoved him and he didn’t budge as he smirked down at her. “What you want?”

Syn looked up into this man’s eyes with a serious expression. “I want ‘bite me’ on my ass… and I want you to bite me, and fill the bite mark in.”

I was in the background pumping my fist because being nervous didn’t exist with my girl. She was bold, told it how it was, and she was going to bring Havoc to his knees. That silly ass grin he wore on his face told me that she hit a reverse uno.

She never broke eye contact with him. “I got you, Tiny.”

Syn held her hand out. “See, this why we’re friends... appreciate you, Hamza.”

“Ain’t trying to be your friend after I bite that ass cheek, Tiny.” He licked his lips as he walked toward the door to meet up with the guys.

Yasin came from the back with Kiki. “Do you hear how crazy you sound? He’s a good guy, and I like him.”

“Dead that shit… not saying it again,” Yasin lifted his shorts some, and continued past us as Kiki looked at his back.

Kiki looked at Havoc and he shrugged. “Dead that shit,” his ass mocked, and she flipped her finger at him.

I finally took my ass to shower and get ready for dinner.

Quasim

Capone and Cappadonna’s cousin,Keith, had the best weed on the island. Shit had me floating as we chilled in the cigar lounge smoking weed like it was the provided cigars. We were in a private section and had slipped our server a little extra to keep the drinks flowing.

I took a pull and relaxed, watching the scene around us. It was a resort, so there were some locals, but mostly Americans trying to get fucked up and enjoy their vacation. Blaze took a pull, then took back a shot with Yasin.

He was throwing them shits back, signaling for another one. “Nigga, you coo?” Blaze asked as he handed him another shot.

“Kiki told me she in a relationship with some nigga she was dating… said they made the shit official.” Yasin spat, taking the bottle from Blaze and pouring his own drink.

Cappadonna guzzled the rest of his water. “Told you to stop fucking pussy footing and now look at you. You want a woman, then you got to get her. Apply that pressure.”

“Nah, he past that Capp… he gotta kill that nigga.” Capone said seriously, as he messed with his beard.

“Bet… think that shit seems right.”

Havoc snatched the bottle from his brother. “You not killing her nigga cause you took forever to step to her.”

“Syn the one that stepped to you… the fuck.” Yasin shoved his brother, who smirked, satisfied by how Syn stepped to him.

“She the mouthpiece… I don’t have a problem playing the muscle.”

Synthia was vocal, and she was going to ask for what she wanted. I knew Havoc had a slight insecurity with his voice, and the fact that he was deaf. It was the reason he continued to fuck with that hood rat that almost had his ass serving time upstate.

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