Page 103 of Quasim III: King Inferno

She tried to look away and he held her face in place. “Who?”

“Gerald.”

He smirked. “I’m patient and bull headed, too… me and your brother got that meeting, baby cakes.”

“Awe, this is so sweet… but what the fuck are we doing about Sigel?”

We all looked at Forty. “You know four and zero, we always finding some shit out late… how the fuck didn’t you know about this?” Blaze questioned.

“Meer?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck ya.”

Blaze leaned back in the chair and as we watched Forty. “He can’t be touched. If they moved his ass in like this, he’s been undercover for some time. Sigel has street ties and shit… which means he been in the game for a minute.”

“That nigga was in prison with me.”

“Committed to his assignment… nine times out of ten, they don’t know that he killed your cousin. He’s deep into his assignment where he doesn’t know what his job is and what’s his life.”

“Makes a lot of sense.” Zoya spoke. “He was always asking about my brother, wanting to meet him. Claimed our relationship was fake because I hadn’t introduced him, and I started to feed into it… feeling bad because he was a secret.”

“Should have never let that nigga touch you,” Goon said, no longer rubbing her thigh, but squeezing the arm of the chair.

“Well, sue a girl for wanting to be in a relationship.”

“Should have waited for me.”

“Gerald, I didn’t even fucking know you.”

Blaze cleared his throat. “I mean, you knew you had a husband doing time… should have waited for him.”

She looked at me and I shrugged. “Kind of fucked up, Zoy.”

Zoya was in disbelief as she stared at us men. “You all are fucking delusional.”

Meer chuckled. “You call it delusion, but I say it’s speaking it into existence, right Sug?”

She blushed. “Right, Meer cat.”

“Capri, you just as delusional.”

She looked at Blair. “Girl, I been about that… followed this man around.”

I kissed her head. “And I followed you back.”

“Watching mine now… better not be nobody picking you up for this so-called girl’s night.” Forty spoke into his phone, then pulled it back to watch whoever was on the screen.

“The hell?” Blaze said.

Forty shrugged. “Any fucking way… you can’t touch him. No matter how much we want to touch him, that shit could fall back on us hard. My office is looking into those paintings that are being stolen, which makes sense why Khaos’s face is up there… what does Menace have to do with it?”

“Underground galleries… Menace is purchasing those paintings. Stevie is into art, and knows a shit ton about art.”

“Not all the art goes to him… Dane Amante is heavily into art, and we have a few overseas buyers that purchase, too.” Goon replied.

“One fire at a time. Sigel isn’t an immediate threat, and I’ll look further into shit to see what he has… right now, we need to handle Mercer and Thea.”

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