Page 99 of Quasim II: King Inferno

She folded her arms. “If I slept in your bed while in a relationship, you’ll be thinking I’d do that to you… nope.”

“Nah, Baby… you not crazy enough to do no shit like that with me. Me and your brother cut from the same cloth.” He winked, as he left us out here to wrangle these fools alone.

“Baby, you sweating like you ran a marathon.”

He kissed my lips, and I tasted the rum. “I wanna fuck the shit out of you and put another baby to join that baby and add another baby to join that one, then ano?—”

“Yo, Pop, race me to the water.”

“Oh, fuck no… don’t go racing… please,” Capri begged.

Meer hopped to his feet, and Sim put me on the grass beside him, as he snatched the pieces of shirt off while Meer pulled his shirt off.

“Quameer Robert Inferno!” Capri screamed, and this nigga looked at her, put his hands to the back and ran forward with his brother on him.

Capri jumped to her feet, pissy and all, and took off running behind them while I sat there crying laughing because how was this our life?

“Blair, come the hell on? Your man is doing the fucking worm in the sand… oh my God!” She stomped her feet, no longer laughing.

When I met Capri in college, I never thought this would be our lives. That she would be married to Meer, and that I would be about to marry his brother. I’ve always felt this close connection with her, and when I disappeared on everyone, she was one of the people I missed the most. I watched as she called, texted, and left voicemails, wanting to make sure that I was alright. Now, we were about to become sisters and be married to the Inferno brothers.

I got up from the grass and ran down to the beach to help her bring their asses back. Capri was running and chasing both of them while they played monkey in the middle with her bonnet. Syn joined in with them while Havoc was chasing her drunk ass around, and when he caught her, she was kicking and laughing while he carried her ass off the beach.

I touched my chest, and thanked God for this.

Thank you.

Quasim

My head was poundingas Anjo slammed shit around on purpose. I knew she was doing the shit on purpose, because who slams down cotton swabs hard.

Blair did… that’s who.

I closed my eyes as I listened to her slam more things around until I sat up in the bed and watched her, fully dressed.

“My love, the fuck is up with all the noise?”

She turned around with her hand on her hips. “Me and Capri chased you bitches on the beach for two hours. Quasim, you faked like you were going to bed, snatched a bottle of rum from the kitchen and started two stepping with the bottle while passing it to Meer.” She recounted our actions last night.

“Shit… I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Blaze.”

Her scowl softened. “Baby, you needed that and I’m not mad, but I am sore because you had your pregnant, soon-to-be wife chasing you while you both screamed lyrics at us.” She tried to bite back the laugh, but she couldn’t hold it in.

“Come here, Anjo.” She put the box of lashes she had in her hand down. “So, you can put shit down quietly?”

“Next, I was about to slam the lamp over on your side.”

I laughed as I kissed her hands and then she came close for me to kiss her lips. “I’m sorry for getting fucked up like that.”

“Please, Quasim. You needed that night with your brother. Meer is gonna be in trouble because he told Capri he found a diamond and when she came close, he blew sand in her face.”

We both started laughing hard as shit because that was some shit Blaze would do. I let his ass convince me to get fucked up like that. After four shots, I was feeling it, but he wanted to keep talking shit, so I had to show him why I was the big brother.

We ran into the chicks from the lounge, and the strong looking one gave Blaze a piggyback ride down to the beach before we took off running. She was chatting about something about not being able to get her licks in, while Blaze was hollering ‘Giddy up’.

Then his ass suggested, as we drunkenly ran across the beach, that we had a sing off. When I was drunk, I liked to prove myself to the world – the only time I got like that. In the middle of the Delgato beach, we started singing and then carried that shit onto our beach, and eventually, our backyard.

After that, everything was a blur because those drinks were fucking me up. I winced as I closed my eyes because she had the shades wide open with her petty ass.

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