Page 102 of Quasim III: King Inferno

Blaze and his big ass mouth was announcing that he never missed a target. “Capri, what happened?”

“Um, I knew before you… so pipe down. I actually had to talk her from jumping off the bridge.” Zoya shot back.

Blaze jumped in her face and laughed. “I hope when he shoot them chocolate babies inside you, your epidural don’t work.” Then he stuck his tongue at her, causing spit to fly on both her and Goon.

“That shit is nasty, Meer!” Zoya shoved him.

“What’s going on?” Anjo asked, confused as hell.

Capri leaned forward. “Twins, B.”

Her eyes lit up and she went to jump up and I gave her that look. “Calm it down… you still got my baby in your stomach.”

She climbed over me, as if I wasn’t here and hugged Capri. “Congratulations, Capri and Meer. I love this for you both… two babies… shit.”

“Thanks, Blair. For reminding me that two babies have to come out of me.”

She broke out into laughter. “Hey, Zoy.”

“Hi babes, how are you feeling? You cooking up my baby girl in there. Wait, did I tell you I purchased her and Cherry these cute matching bathing suits?”

“Already shopping for her and she not even here yet.”

“Look, my girl got her a brand-new Chanel for her first birthday… I’m the rich auntie; I’m supposed to do that.”

“Getting Ryder those fucking shoes that come dirty wasn’t real rich auntie, was it?” Blaze was back on her ass, and she flipped him off.

“Getting her the dirt bike next, hoe!”

Blaze paused and held his leg, and we all grew concerned. “Fuck… my leg is telling me that Zoya is a bitch.”

“The baddest, too,” they both started laughing and dapped each other up.

“Sigel is an undercover cop!” Capri blurted.

Blaze stood back up. “Baby, you having a stroke,” he hugged her head, and she shoved him away, and leaned forward.

“Everything was happening at the time with Lucia holding Irie hostage, but I walked past the conference room, and Sigel was there with a badge on… he’s an undercover cop, and he had a picture of Khaos, and Menace’s name on the board.”

“Oh brother, didn’t the last person that put his nutty ass on a white board learn?”

I looked at Zoya. “Finding out that he’s a fucking cop doesn’t surprise you?”

“I’m a numb person, Quasim. I don’t feel much, and I always expect the worst so when the worst comes, it isn’t shocking to me.”

“Fuck.” Blaze whispered, as we all stared at her.

It was how nonchalant she was when she said it, and that was what made it that much more sad. I remember when I felt like that about life. Never feeling anything because the two times I did, I ended up losing two people I cared for.

The one thing I had noticed about Zoya was how unaffectionate she was. She loved Capri and Blair, and I knew that, but Capri and Blair were overly affectionate, always giving hugs, and Zoya would always make jokes about them always hugging.

Or whenever they went in for a hug, they would almost give her a warning before doing it. I met Menace, and knew that he raised his siblings, so it made sense why Zoya was that way. Goon was the complete opposite, as he rubbed her thighs and couldn’t keep his hands off her, I could tell them together was going to be interesting.

“We gonna work on that, hear me?” He looked up at her, and she looked away. Taking her chin and redirecting her. “I said do you hear me, Zoya?”

She was in a battle with herself, not wanting to fold, but knowing that Goon wasn’t that person. He wasn’t Sigel, or anyof the men from her past. He didn’t fold easy, and he wasn’t allowing her to get away.

Their stare was intense as she stared down into his eyes. “Yes, Goon.”

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