Page 120 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“They’re heading to Miami the same time as Aimee… Quasim wants blood, and he’s gonna make sure he gets it from Polo.”

My eyes widened. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah… already know when they on go, ain’t no stopping them. This shit is personal to kang… I ain’t never seen Quasim down like that before… shit scared me.”

“He gonna fuck Polo up!” Erin hollered.

We all paused and then started laughing because of the way she screamed it out randomly. “You know who gonna really fuck him up?” Kobe asked.

“Who?” I replied.

“Meer… you know that nigga love to fist fight, and he tried to kill his brother. I tried to go; you know, to vlog the experience.”

“You were not going to vlog the experience,” Syn said through her tears, while hysterically laughing.

“Alright, maybe Hamza told me to take my ass on… said he coming to Barbados after.”

Syn licked his lips. “Is he?”

“Girl, fuck that man and get it over with.” Zoya hollered as we took off, and I leaned my head back with my hand on my stomach.

Hubby: Have a safe flight, my love. Love you more than you know… the world needs more beautiful Black women like you. And your boys need you.

I kissed the screen and closed my eyes. It was hard being mad at him, but I needed him to know. He had to know that this wasn’t the kind of marriage I signed up for.

Quasim

Recommendation: Listen to What is Love by Empire Cast ft V. Bozeman

I carriedmy duffle onto the jet and found a seat near the window. The rain came down as I looked out the window at the rest of the guys boarding behind me. Before leaving, I made sure I spent some time with my boy and let him know that I would be coming home.

He never had to doubt that I would make it back home to him and Anjo. There was a time when it was uncertain if I would keep my promise, so I was damn fucking certain that I would. I was mad at myself for letting that bitch knock me off my square. I wished it was as easy as him trying to end my life.

Polo made me second guess myself, put me in a mindset that had me questioning if I still had it. Had me ruining my marriage because my anger and need for revenge was much stronger than being there for my wife.

“Bunch of hood ass niggas flying private,” Goon boarded, picking the seat across from me.

“What up, Gorgeous?” Capone answered as he sat in the seat across from me with his twin sitting beside him.

“Make it home to us, Winnie… that’s all I’m going to say before I start crying.” She said, her voice cracking in the process.

“Daddy always makes it home, right?”

“Yes.” She replied. “I love you, baby… be safe. You and Cappadonna… remember, you both have families waiting for you.”

I watched all of them facetime their wives, or girlfriends while they all threatened and told them they better had made it back.

Meanwhile, my phone was dry. I really had fucked up this time, and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. I could blame Polo, but it was my actions that fucked this up, not his. I was the one that ignored my wife because I was too busy being worried about revenge.

Blaze came over and handed me his phone. Anjo was on the screen with the sun caressing her skin. My baby looked refreshed as she sat by the pool with her bikini top on and sunglasses.

“Quasim, you promised me and Elijah that you would never leave us.” She paused, as tears fell down her face. “Please don’t leave us again.” She moved the phone out, and I got a full view of her stomach.

The shit had me choked up as I stared at how beautiful and pure she was. I gave her the nickname Anjo because she was an angel on earth. Sent right to me, and I nearly fumbled her. Hardened her because I was stupid as shit.

“Don’t cry, baby… you hear me?”

“I hear you.” she sniffled.

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