Page 126 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Either way, that nigga fucking dead.” I replied, feeling extra big because I had his brother stopping Cappadonna because I killed his brother.

He smirked, showing his fangs in his mouth. The smirk made me fucking uneasy because the shit was creepy. Sent chills down my fucking spine, as I watched Fendi walk up.

“A Bugatti is fucking cheating… I heard we were doing Corvettes.” Fendi complained, and Kano leaned up from behind his sister.

“She can use whatever the fuck she wants… Brock said it ain’t a problem, right?”

Brock, picking leaves out his hair and clothes nodded his head. “Nah, nah, not a problem.”

I looked at his ass because he was just losing his shit before, and now shit was all smooth. Both cars didn’t even have the same horsepower.

Brock was getting to the money, but he wasn’t getting money to put Fendi in a damn Bugatti. “What the fuck?” Fendi couldn’t believe his brother was agreeing.

Zuri nonchalantly picked in her nails as she leaned on her brother. “I can do the corvette… doesn’t matter what I drive. Nigga can’t beat me.”

“Can’t wait to shut that pretty fucking mouth, the only thing that shit should be wrapped around is my di?—”

Both me and Brock was warning Fendi’s ass with our eyes to be careful what the fuck he was saying, but he was a hot head that had no regard for discipline. Before he could finish his sentence, Kano punched him in the mouth, sending bloodspewing from his lips as he fell back a few paces, holding his mouth.

“What the fuc?—”

“Watch that fucking mouth when it comes to her… feel me? Now, if she wins, I’m gonna beat yo little ass… and if she loses…I’m still gonna beat yo ass.”

“Clean your mouth up so I can beat you real quick.”

Fendi was competitive, so even with his mouth leaking, this nigga was ready for anything. He used his shirt to hold his mouth and clean the blood up and nodded his head, finally being smart enough not to fucking talk back.

Benzani was nowhere to be found. Had he said that shit with that loco nigga around, he would have been dead. Kano was more a controlled chaos, and let you know he wasn’t to be fucked with, but his brother was different.

Zuri was ten times worse, because I heard of the shit that bitch had done. Which is why she didn’t need her brother protecting her, because she could hold her own.

“I’m riding with you, Fendi.” I said and watched them as I left the sidewalk.

Why the fuck were they all staring at me, including Aimee’s fine ass. She was standing in front of both Capone and Cappadonna, which told me she wasn’t to be fucked with.

Zuri nodded and she went to get the corvette that she would be driving tonight. Kano kissed his sister’s cheeks, and then they hit a handshake, before she skipped down the block. Cappadonna kissed Aimee’s head and said something to her, and she nodded. Capone did the same and they sent her on the way, as she followed behind Zuri.

“We still meeting up at the after party at the mansion!” Brock yelled to me as we were waiting at the starting line.

A fine ass bitch stood with the flag in her hand. A dark-skinned nigga walked in front of our cars and kissed her on thelips while whispering something in her ear, and grabbing her ass.

The ring on her finger let me know that nigga locked her down. “You cute, Skye!” Aimee yelled out the window.

“Thank you, baby!”

I looked over Fendi with his fat ass lip. “You good?”

“Gonna smoke this bitch so hard.” It wasn’t about winning; he wanted to ruin Zuri because she was the reason for his fat lip. He couldn’t lose, and get his ass beat by her brother. Even though there was no winning when it came to that nigga.

I kept thinking about Quameer Inferno and how he was staring at me. If he wanted to do something to me, he would have done it right then and there. It wasn’t like this racing weekend was mutual territory.

All that king talk had me confused, too. Maybe that was the way they got through their grief. I hadn’t heard too much about him stepping into his brother’s role. Brushing the situation off, I was more focused on this race and turning up at the mansion soon after.

I dug in my pocket and popped me fentanyl. Whenever I was ready to turn up, I popped me some and woke up the next morning not feeling shit. Miami was the place to be when you wanted to party and feel numb at the same time.

With more money, you were granted access to better drugs. At any time, I had a dealer come bring me what I needed.

I took them back without any water and watched as shorty swung her hips and the flag.

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