Page 150 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Can he get his name on the locker door first?” Corleon laughed and dapped Jaiden up.

“Congrats, Jaiden.”

I held my fist out and he dapped me up. “Appreciate it, King.”

I watched my family and felt blessed. It took a lot to be here, and was a constant fight to stay here. I could have lost my life,left my wife a widow, but my baby above prevented that. She sent me what she felt I needed.

She knew I couldn’t have her, so she sent me Anjo, Elijah, and Izayah. I looked down at Anjo sleeping on me. “Motherhood looks beautiful on you, my love.”

“Thank you, Simmy,” she yawned.

“Know what else looks good on you?”

“Hmm?

“Let me show you.” I smirked, and her eyes opened with a sly look on her face. “You gonna let me show you?”

I watched as she climbed out of my lap and switched, her ass jiggling. All that baby weight was still there, and I wanted it to stay, while she was over here eating cleaner and working out.

“I see you trying to slip the fuck away,” Blaze loud ass called me out.

I smirked. “Grown man business, lil nigga.”

“They call me Big Pa round these parts.” He called back.

“Nigga, don’t nobody call you that around here,” Cappadonna added.

“I do…”

“Capri, don’t fucking start!” Capone hollered as I turned to follow my wife into the house while laughing.

He heard my prayers and sent me what I needed. It took a minute for me to stop being stubborn and allow it into my heart, but the moment I did, Blair Inferno entered.

Thank you, God.

The End

Zoya

I hatedthat I had to move because everybody was scared of a little serial killer. Menace told me that I either move, or he was gonna get someone to put roaches in my condo. He always had to go the extreme with his shit, which pissed me off at times.

I thought with him being a husband and new father, that he would change. If anything, he was even more of a nut that got on my nerves. I did recognize that he called me more, even if it was to ask me dumb ass questions that could have been a text message.

It was his way of trying and I had to meet him where he was at. We were both stubborn and did things to get on the other person’s nerves. Hopefully, we got to the place where we could actually have those hard conversations without both of us feeling slighted.

I stomped down the steps to grab the box of shit that Sigel left at my older place. I didn’t want to see his sneaky ass. How could you be an undercover cop and want to set my brother up? What was their obsession with knowing Menace Caselli?

Honestly, if they knew better, they would leave his ass alone. No matter how fragile our relationship was, I was going to rideand protect my brother. I didn’t know what all information he had, because I hardly ever spoke about my family.

It was something I kept close to my heart, and not everyone got the privilege of knowing about my personal life, not even a nigga that ate my ass. Sigel never made me feel comfortable enough to reveal how deep my pain went with my family.

How I felt about certain things, so it was best for me to keep quiet. I searched the basement for the box, and picked it up, carrying it back up the steps. The sound of my phone ringing on the level above caused me to trip and drop the box.

“Fuck,” I muttered in frustration as I walked back down the steps to pick up everything that fell out the box. There was gym clothes, some of his daughter’s clothes from when she spent the night, and books.

Sigel was a book man, and he loved reading. That was the reason I kind of fell for him. He was more than a street guy, but then he started showing his sassy ass ways. Shoving the stuff that fell out the box back into it had me irritated.

You ever drop something and now your whole day was ruined? I had Pilates with Kora in a few, and I didn’t even want to go now. The small box that slid across the floor was lodged between the trunk that I had in college.

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