Page 19 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“You fucking her, Po?”

He chuckled to himself like he had secured a solid chick. Cherish was only good until the money dried up. The only reason she was with Rich was because he was taking her away on trips out the country and spoiling her ass rotten.

The girl was smart enough to secure shit in her name and make a way to afford the home he purchased for her, along with the cars. That was the only reason she was poking the stickat Polo, to see if he could stand up to his word, and make it overflow for her.

“She bad as fuck and independent… shorty don’t need me for nothing. She’s CV, right? Should be proud, it was her bullet that took Quameer’s ass down.” He didn’t give me a second to finish before he picked up her call and then headed out the kitchen.

“More like ran through the CV’s.”

Learning that she was the bullet that got Quameer made me shutter with a chill. It was hot as hell in this warm ass house, so I knew that it wasn’t a good sign. Capri was a different demon behind her husband, so Cherish better know how to duck and shoot at the same time.

As for me, I was waiting to hear from my wifey. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she reached out. She knew I would fix whatever was wrong, and we would be happy. Before all of that, she needed to get on her knees and suck this dick while apologizing at the same time. I wanted tears, snot, and cum coming out her nose for the way she fucked me over and thought shit was sweet.

Yeah. My dick jumped just thinking about it.

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Thea

“Thea,I don’t know what has gotten into you, or why you returned home, but please talk to me,” My mother begged.

Her whining voice always irritated me because she wanted to always talk about our emotions and feelings. I could never hide anything because she was always in my ass, always wanting to know if I was alright.

I guess I should have been grateful to have a mother that cared, to have parents that wanted to be involved in my life, but it always rubbed me the wrong way. Made me feel like I was being smothered, and they didn’t think I was smart enough to do anything on my own.

Every time I got arrested and she had to come bail me out, she would want to sit and talk in the car. Each time I decided to run away and spend days at my boyfriend’s house, she would always blame herself.

Where my mother was the type that wanted to get down to the bottom of things, my father was a military man who had thin patience. He was already disappointed that I was a girl instead of a boy. Then to add to that, I never could do right. I was always getting arrested and following the wrong crowd.

He hated my boyfriends, not because they were always the wrong type, but because they were black. Hanging with the black boys in our town was always bad for him. I was supposed to be on the cheerleading team, fall in love with the football captain, then get married and have his children, while he beats me when he gets home from his blue-collar job. Because, let’s be serious, the football players from the high school in my town never made it to the pros.

That was the life that my father wanted for me, and as I remained under the covers, I was starting to wish I took that route instead of the one that I’ve been pushed into. I wanted to fix my life, live in New York City and pray that I could shed the bad that I left back in Minnesota.

Instead, I was roped into an entire life that I never asked for. One where I fell in love with a man I wasn’t supposed to, then had a child that shouldn’t have been had. Elijah was born because I had no other choice. He was my ticket, the one that would make Rich see that I was the woman he loved, and Lucia was a jealous old hag.

The love that me and Rich shared wasn’t fake. I knew he loved me because he made plans for our future. We would raise our baby together, and life would be grand. Lucia would have to deal with it, and we would be one happy family.

In the end, the more power he gained, the more he forgot about the little people.

Little people being me and his son.

While Rich continued to climb to his power, Lucia remained in the same position. It was like she was more concerned with Rich’s elevation and never hers. Rich was never around, and when I delivered my son, he wasn’t there.

I was alone and called him to tell him that we had a child. He never cared and left me hanging. It was Lucia who gave moneyand made sure that I had a roof over my head. However, all of her provision came with a price.

It was different being on the other side of egg farming. I was one of the women being used for my eggs, and then I went to working with the same girls I used to pray with and promise to escape with. When I moved into the same neighborhood as Quasim Inferno, I was still working at the house.

Lucia made sure of it.

She was against me sitting on my ass and having her husband’s baby, so I was forced to work. Money was decent and I moved into the neighborhood to save money. Every day, I forced myself to go into that house, knowing some of the horrific things that would take place.

I wish taking our eggs was the only horrors they were committing. There were women full blown pregnant that would give birth and have their baby ripped from them. I’ve witnessed women trying to run out the house after giving birth because they wanted their baby that bad.

Once their babies were born, they were taken to the next room, and they never saw them again. I kept my head down and worked to provide for my son, so that we could eventually disappear.

That was until I met Dr. Mercer.

Lucia introduced him to us, and we thought he was a Godsend. He bought Elijah toys, came over with food and expensive perfumes for me. I started to laugh again, and life didn’t seem that bad anymore.

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