Page 121 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Don’t I always keep my promises to you? My love, I’m coming straight to you, even though you not talking to me… okay?”

She giggled through her tears before her face became serious. “The throne ain’t cold no more, the king is inferno and heat rises.” .

“You heard the fucking queen!” Goon hollered.

I smirked. “I hear you, Anjo… I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she quickly handed Capri back the phone, and she came into the camera with a slushie looking drink in her hand. “Uh huh… Dog house doesn’t feel nice, huh?”

“Suga, mind yo damn business.”

“Where my baby cakes at?”

“Gerald… please.” We all laughed when we heard Zoya’s voice. “You’ve owed me a date for a good little minute now, so make sure you make it back so we can have that date, k?”

I ain’t never seen a nigga like Goon blush the way he was right now. “Already know… gonna take you some place real expensive.”

“Nope, I want a Goon date. Been everywhere expensive already, fuck you mean,” she snickered.

“Sug, I’ll call you when we land.”

“Love you, Meer Cat… you better be careful and give ‘em hell, Blaze. I would hate to be looking for a new step-daddy with all these kids… what you said, Cappy? Soul train line of hood niggas?”

“Baby doll, not right fucking now,” Cappadonna looked up from his phone and laughed, while Meer got crazy in the eyes.

“Stop fucking playing with me… love you Mrs. Inferno.”

She giggled. “Love you, Meer… oh, you can bring me?—”

“Breaking up, Sug.” He quickly ended the call.

Capone looked at him. “You hung up on my pregnant sister, nigga.”

“You wanna travel with some weird ass food craving she got?”

He nodded. “You right.”

Goon settled in his chair. “Mark my fucking words… I’m marrying her and putting three babies in her. Changing that last name from Caselli.”

“You wanna be Menace’s brother-in-law? Shit.” Capone whistled.

“He ain’t all that bad, though… you gotta just understand the man.”

I pointed at him. “That’s cause yo ass is crazy… crazy understand crazy.”

Aimee and Zuri entered the cabin. Zuri was racing Polo’s cousin this weekend in Miami, and since Aimee was already going, they were flying with us. Cappadonna told Aimee she wasn’t flying commercial if he was flying private.

“You know your husband ain’t too fucking happy.”

“He has that event with Jaiden this weekend… he’ll be alright.” she plopped down across from Cappadonna, who leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

“You deserve this weekend, Aim… minute you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I’ll air that whole bitch out behind you, ight?”

“Only one that’s gonna be uncomfortable is that bitch that I’m gonna smoke.” Zuri plopped down in her seat.

Zuri was like a little cousin, because her father had been around since I was a kid. We were family with the Cruzari family, and if she was in my presence, that meant I had my eye on her all weekend.

“Your brothers are coming down?”

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