Page 128 of Quasim III: King Inferno

One of the younger niggas I knew, who had a bitch on his lap, laughed. “Za… nigga own hella dispensaries throughout the tri-state…everybody know who Za is.”

He never said anything or tried to introduce himself. If anything, he seemed annoyed that I even asked about him. I ignored him and got a few drinks in me and did a few lines while feeling good.

“Woooooo!” I screamed while pinching the bridge of my nose after being bored with the poker game.

A nigga was feeling nice, and I started moving my hips like I was fucking Selena, because a nigga was Bidi Bidi Bom Bom.

Some shorty was grinding on me while I was downing a bottle of tequila mixed with ecstasy. I heard whispers and everyone talking to each other as the DJ continued to mix Jeezy records. I ignored them and was in my zone, turning the fuck up before fucking this fine bitch right in front of me.

As I tilted the bottle to my lips, something caught my eye, making me miss my mouth. The liquor spilled all over me. I slowly turned and closed my eyes a few times because I had drank too much and did too many drugs.

With a smirk on his face, dressed down in a pair of jeans, his black timbs sloppily laced, and his biker vest on, Quasim Inferno walked into the house. When he turned to dap the nigga Za, I realized that was why he looked so familiar.

His back turned slightly, and the back of his vest was clear as day…King Inferno.

I shoved shorty who screamed at me. Za turned and pointed right at me, and Quasim had the nerve to nod and wink at me. It was the drugs… I wasn’t seeing this shit, and I had to be tripping. This shit wasn’t happening right now, and I needed to chill the fuck out.

He was fucking dead, and his brother had confirmed it. But here he was, standing beside his brother, smiling at me, never blinking like a fucking nutcase.

Everything was slowed down and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t look away. Once the DJ put on Who We Be by DMX, everyone was turning up. I watched as King got close to his brother’s ear while looking at me.

I read his lips.Get em, Blaze.

My heart sank and legs felt like rubber as everyone was jumping around and dancing to the music. Like a trained Pitbull, that nigga took off and started coming straight for me.

I shoved shorty and hopped over the couch and ran upstairs. A nigga didn’t even know where he was going, I just knew thatI wasn’t about to sit there and wait for his crazy ass to get me. When I made it up the steps, I didn’t know if I should go left or go right.

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My feet wanted to go one way, but my hips wanted to party and dance to the music downstairs. My brain was fucking scrambled and scared at the same time. Hitting a right, I ran down the hall to one of the doors and opened it.

“Ahhhhhh!” I screamed when an even taller nigga with locs came out the room, backing me against the hallway wall.

He didn’t try and grab me, but I saw the flame on his vest and already knew. Dipping into another room, a nigga was fucking a bitch, so I thought I was safe.

Taking a few breaths, I tried calming myself down. This house was massive, he wasn’t going to find me right away. “Fuck you mean… pervert… the fuck you watching them for?”

A dark-skinned nigga came out the bathroom. “Nigga, you in here too!” my voice came out high-pitched as I ran out the room and went to go down the opposite hall, but that fucking maniac Meer was standing there, staring at me like I was fucking prey.

“They told you… kings never really die, Polo.” His voice was calm and eerie at the same time as I looked behind me.

The master bedroom was the one room the owners told us we couldn’t access. We signed an agreement not to even look at that room, but this was life and death. If I could get to that room, I could probably scale the side of the house and get the fuck out of here.

I quickly turned and took off down the second hallway to the master suite, praying that it wasn’t locked. The door wasn’t locked, so I quickly busted inside, and closed the door behind me. I hopped up and down while holding my head because I was about to fucking die.

“The kingdom falls when the king is gone,” I heard a low ominous voice and clicked on the lights, and this nigga was sitting in the chair waiting for me.

FUCKKKKKK!

All these drugs had me freaking out and I started crying. “My fucking family… you killed my family!”

He remained poised, something I noticed about him. Always had a perfect posture and never let shit rattle him. If someone tried to take me out, I couldn’t say I would be as calm as he was.

“Yeah,” he smiled, as he thought of the shit like it was a beautiful memory.

“Why the fuck is that funny?”

He rotated the toothpick in his mouth. “Shit like that tickles me… I like taking lives. Holding someone’s fear in the palm of my hands.”

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