Page 125 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Polo… King of Miami,” I smirked.

She didn’t look pleased, and neither did shorty beside her. “I ain’t heard that.”

“Then you not talking to the right people, mama.” I turned to the beauty who wasn’t paying me a lick of attention. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Unin.” She said.

“That’s a unique name… what is it short for?”

“Uninterested.” She rolled her eyes and walked away, going to talk to the other girls. Brock was cracking up behind me.

I never let shit like that get to me, because I always got the girl. She may have been acting all cute now, but most women put on an act whenever they were around their girls.

“Oh fuck…I owe that nigga money,” I heard Brock as he tried to blend in with everybody. I turned to see who he was talking about and saw the Quameer Inferno walking with the Delgato twins.

He wore his Inferno Gods vest with his locs pulled up on his head, and a fresh lineup. His walk had a slight limp to it, but it would only add to the bitches going even more crazy for his ass. Women were gushing like Usher popped up out here.

“Oh shit… those twins are so fucking fine.” One girl said as they walked behind Meer, who had his eyes locked on me.

I had heard his stupid ass survived and wasn’t interested in his ass dying. It was his brother I wanted more than anything, and that was what I accomplished. He smirked, exposing the gold in his mouth.

“He coming over here,” Brock’s spooky ass whispered.

“Nigga, he ain’t thinking about that mone?—”

“What the fuck up, Bitch? Where the fuck is my money?” Capone came up on the sidewalk and choked Brock up, leaning up against the shrubs.

“Wh…what up, Capo? How you been?” Brock stammered, while I looked up at his brother. These big ass niggas had to be illegal.

He was staring at me, and I stepped back because the nigga looked like he was fighting off his impulsive thoughts. “Hey, Pops,” Shorty came over, and he hugged her.

“You good?” He questioned while he kept eye contact with me.

She looked at me and laughed. “I’m good… right, Polo?”

“You straight.”

“Don’t fucking tell her if she straight, bitch.” He snarled. “She’s always fucking straight… anywhere she goes.”

Meer had finished talking to whoever and walked over. His boots were sloppily untied as they cleared the curb, and he walked over toward me. “What up, Polo?”

I was more nervous than a prostitute at a GYN appointment. He was inches from me, and I could smell revenge on him, but he never made a move. Brock was pulling all his money out and handing it over to Capone, who was amused.

When his twin walked over and shoved him in the damn shrubs, I wanted to run down the block with my feet kicking my ass. Brock had always been pussy, which is why he allowed them to run his ass out his damn city.

“Ya’ll fucking bullies,” I spoke up, because I couldn’t display fear.

They both turned and looked at me simultaneously. Shit was fucking creepy with the way they smirked with a mouth full of gold. “And what the fuck you gonna do about it, Bitch?”

“You really comfortable with that bitch word… Fuck you!” I spit at their feet, and Cappadonna smiled and got hype.

As if he had been waiting his entire life for this shit. He walked calmly over toward me, and Meer stood between us. “Nah, he killed my brother… you don’t fuck with a nigga like that.”

I thought I was hearing shit when I heard the words leave his mouth. “Killed the king?” Aimee said.

“Kings never truly die, do they?” Zuri picked in her nails as Kano came up from around the car. Another tall ass nigga that needed to be locked away in the zoo.

“Shit, they said Elvis still in Vegas, so who the fuck knows,” Capone shrugged and counted his money.

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