Page 123 of Quasim III: King Inferno

He was running with some new niggas, and he just knew that they could protect him. There was no protecting his ass when I got my hands on him. Shooting him was too easy, and he deserved to feel everything I was going to do to him.

I told him to jump off the porch and he did. Had to give the fucker some credit, he knocked me off my game.

I was an Inferno, I may be knocked down, but a nigga never stayed down.

Soon as we landed, Kano had a Bugatti waiting for Zuri, and she wasted no time being excited and calling him to thank him for pulling strings so she could ride around Miami in this million-dollar car.

Cappadonna hugged Aimee and told her where he got her a suite, and to be careful. Aimee was excited to enjoy her weekend. She worked hard to graduate and now she wanted to let her hair down and chill with Zuri.

I tossed my duffle bag in the back seat of the charger while Capone and Cappadonna jumped in the Durango that was parked waiting for us.

We whipped out the private airport and onto the streets of Miami. Blaze couldn’t wait to roll up, as I was in and out of traffic. “You good?”

“Perfect.”

“Whatever goes down, we not leaving without the other, Pop.”

I looked over at him. “I’m getting you home to your wife and kids, Blaze. Fuck all that talk you chatting about.”

He chuckled as he sealed the spliff. “I’m doing the same, too… fuck you think this is?”

“Gods burn the faces of their enemies,” I started.

Blaze smirked. “The flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno,” he recited as we hit the IG shake, and continued to bend in and out of the cars.

I was here for one reason and the second I handled him, I was back out of here and going to my wife.

Anjo leaving me did something to me. It made me see how fucking strong she was to walk away. It wasn’t something she would have normally done, because she didn’t do it with Tookie. This time, when she recognized that she was going down the same path, she removed herself. As hurt as I was that I hadn’t been able to share a bed with my wife, and I had hurt her, she was standing on her own.

Creating her boundaries and establishing them with me. We continued to the hotel, waiting there until tonight when it really became alive.

Collins Avenue was always alive, but during this weekend, it was filled with supercars, bikes, and bitches dying to be taken back to the room with whoever was racing.

Yawning, I looked over at my brother as he took a long pull from his spliff and then passed it to me. I took a long pull, then smirked because I felt myself coming back.

Felt more like me in this moment than I had for the past few months.

Blaze smirked. “Welcome back, King.”

Polo

I gotthe fuck out of dodge because I was smart. Who in their right mind would sit there and allow someone to line them up? I got on the next plane out to Miami and had been chilling ever since.

It was rough when I first got out here because money was low, and Tookie’s broke ass couldn’t help me. Not like I could get a personal loan from a bank or some shit like that. I had to build everything back up because Red wasn’t coming back.

Nobody was coming to save me, but I had pulled myself out of worse shit, so I could always turn nothing into something. So, that was exactly what I did. Used whatever money I had left to buy a brick and flipped that and was able to purchase some more. I was moving work so quick that the nigga started to front more work to me, because he was curious on how I was making the moves that I was making.

How I was able to quickly break down the bricks and get them sold as fast as I did. The trash ass work he was supplying wasn’t good, but his price was the cheapest, so I had to get back in the kitchen and cook work like I used to do when I was a teen.

If you wanted to make it anywhere, you had to get your hands dirty. I was never afraid to get my hands dirty and that wasexactly what I did. A few months later, I was able to move out that nagging bitch crib, and into a condo in Brickell.

Every day, I woke up and was able to look at the water and the life happening below me. This would have never been had I never decided to leave. If I remained, I would have died and been in hell broke as hell.

The Bajan Butcher shit was a ploy to get me out the city and it worked. If they wanted me, they would have got at me. Niggas could have found me with a quick snap of a finger.

It was easier to get away and stay away. Their precious king was gone and now they were quiet. Niggas idolized those fucking Inferno Gods, and I was the nigga that put King Inferno in the ground.

Of course, the more money I made, the less I was hiding. I had a gang of niggas that was riding behind me and would light some shit up behind me. They were fucking better than those pussy ass Del Devils.

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