Page 143 of Quasim III: King Inferno

Sitting me up, he looked at me and laughed. “I wish I could say it wasn’t personal, but Elijah is family. This mix is gonna burn and then eventually, it’s going to become harder to breathe.” He removed my socks, and my eyes followed him to my foot that was turning blue and swelling like my veins.

“What do?” I couldn’t speak because my mouth was filling with more saliva than usual.

“Tying up the loose ends so my guy can live his life with his new family. Since I can get close to you… I used what I know. By the way, I’m not even your assigned FBI agent, because I’m not an FBI agent.”

My eyes were hard to keep open as I watched him sit everything up like I was having a nice home movie night with drugs. To someone coming in, they would see me overdosed and never look too deep into it.

They already knew my history and warned me that I needed to get clean before trial. I was supposed to start rehab next week, because that was the only time before trial started.

“Son.”

“Thea, you never had a son… you had a pawn you used. Now, you can join the rest of them… funky bitch,” he muttered and used his hands to close my eyes.

As much as I wanted to open my eyes again, I struggled until my head echoed.

Elijah…

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Blair

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Tyshawn wantedto meet up at a new house that he had purchased. Money had found its way into his hands, and he couldn’t wait to show it. He wanted me to come alone, so I came because I knew how to protect myself.

He thought I needed or wanted him, which is why I wasn’t scared to come see him. In reality, I wanted to end him tonight. I’ve allowed him to breathe, to see how good it could get, and now I wanted to snatch it from him. I wanted him to see everything he ever wanted being ripped away from his hands, never being able to have what his heart truly desired.

Kind of like what he did when he snatched motherhood away from me the first time. I climbed out of my truck and slammed the door as I walked up the cobble stone driveway of the cottage style home.

Capri told me when she had Rayce, this was this power she felt. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt it cruising inher blood. Making her stronger, more resilient, and braver as she became a mother.

As I pushed Izayah out, I felt the same exact way. My only concern was getting her into this world. Feeling Simmy reach his hands down, while God was shoving her through to me felt powerful. Giving me a chance to be a mother again and reminding me that this was all he wanted for me.

Pain had to occur so you could see how good things could get, and so you could appreciate them. We often became so accustomed to the good, that we became ungrateful for things. Every day that I woke up beside my husband and my kids, I was grateful.

So much could have been taken from us and God spared us. He felt we had enough suffering and sent our beautiful baby girl to us. Izayah was the reminder that everything I had gone through, I would do it again if it meant it would end with her in my arms.

I didn’t need to ring the doorbell because I knew he had been watching me. Tyshawn had watched me pull into his driveway, get out the car, and wanted me to stand on his porch and wait for him to open the door.

He wanted to remind me that I was on his time, not mine. I’d allow him to play these games because I came here to do what needed to be done. I allowed him the chance to build all of this and allow the Chrome Vipers to thrive.

I stood in my red leather trench coat, wide leg jeans and a pair of heels. My feet had been so swollen that I hadn’t been able to wear heels, so I was happy that my feet had gone down, and I was back to wearing them.

A figure appeared through the stained glass on the door, and I noticed that crooked ass walk from anywhere. A second passed before the door opened and he stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

“Necessary for you to wear red? The nigga is dead, Blair… that whole widow look isn’t a good look. Let go and come with the winning team,” he nodded for me to come in.

I shook my head. “This your grandmother’s new house?”

He paused and looked at me confused. “This shit all mine… me and my girl gone fill this shit with babies… why you ask?”

It was the way he looked at me when he said babies that would have broken my heart years before. I would have sobbed and been upset that he was giving some other woman something he had taken from me.

When he mentioned babies now, I cringed and prayed for the woman that would give them to him. I had a baby by a man who cherished and worshiped me.

I shrugged. “I don’t know… looks like a granny’s home.”

His face dropped as I walked around and looked around the house that resembled a home of a woman named Susan that loved to collect cat figurines and sit on her porch and look at her peony’s.

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