Page 97 of Quasim II: King Inferno

“I was trying to roll my shit with drunk ass falling all over on me… it was this nigga that invited them over here.” Blaze snitched on Yasin, who looked at him and flipped him the middle finger.

“Cause he can’t get his way, he wanna throw a tantrum and talk to other bitches… immature ass.”

Yasin was still standing, and Kiki had sat where he once was. He pulled her head back, and kissed her lips, releasing her. “Yo, you gonna stop trying to lil boy me… ain’t been a little boy in a long fucking while. I’m a grown ass man. You and I both know that I ain’t no little fucking boy, Kiana.” He strolled out the lounge.

Blaze’s messy ass crossed his leg at the ankle. “Yeah, Kiana… how is he not a little boy? Share with the class.”

“Fuck you, Meer.” She shoved past him and followed behind Yasin while I laughed.

Blaze looked at me as he pulled his phone out. “While I got you here… me and Gams was going over altar options for the wedding.”

“Blaze, stop fucking lying.”

He switched seats and shoved his phone in my face, and sure enough, he had Gams texting him pictures of different altars. “Nigga, I was serious about that shit… been resting my vocals,too. Told you I’m singing that song to you… wasn’t fucking around. As your wedding planner… we need to get you a suit and shit. Cappadonna, my assis?—”

“Bitch why you lying… I ain’t the assistant, you the fucking assistant,” Cappadonna came back over and snatched his phone he left behind.

“Why do you always pop up when someone talking about you?”

He checked his phone and nodded. “Gams is right about that color of roses… it will pop.” I leaned up and looked at him.

“You both in a group chat?”

“Now, you know Erin and Alaia in there, too… can’t throw shit without them having their hand in it.”

I looked at Blaze, then back at Capp who pulled fucking reading glasses out his pocket as he scrolled on his phone. “Yeah, I like that color…I’m gonna tell my cousin to make sure he get the DJ we used for Capri’s wedding… he was fire. Your first dance, I’m thinkin?—”

“I already know what song I want for the first dance.” I cut them off.

Blaze snatched Capp’s glasses and put them on. “Oh, so now he wants to have input… sheesh. Now, I have to rework the music list and switch some things around.”

Cappadonna nodded his head in agreement. “Salah and Ali told me that they gonna be flying in, in a few days.”

“Yeah, Ali has a plus two.”

“Plus two?” Capp hollered in both of our ears.

Blaze nodded while still doing something on his phone. “Yeah, you know he on that shit like Core trying to be on.”

Ali was Salah’s younger brother, and he was in a poly relationship. Except, his wife had two husbands.

“Oh, two wives… got it.”

“Nah, she got two husbands,” I smirked.

Capp looked at me. “Word? Why the fuck am I the last to find out about everything?”

Blaze answered the phone. “Gams, I got you in the morning… I can’t promise nothing tonight because me and Sim bout to get drunk.”

“What?” I said.

“Capp, Gams said that we need to find someone for the cake… the lady that made Capri’s cake is fully booked.”

“Fuck… alright, I got it. I’ll bake that shit myself because I used to make this little bread in prison?—”

“I’d rather set my ass on fire before I eat some prison sploosh you bout to explain,” Blaze cut him off.

I was staring between both of my best friends, and all I could do was shake my head. As much as these niggas was doing too much, I knew they wanted this for me and Blair. They sat back waiting for it, and now that it was happening, they weren't about to let us move forward without giving us the wedding that we deserved.

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