Page 30 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“You dying because everybody know New York got the best pizza, and you buying Delaware ass pizza from a spot named NYC’s pizza.” He was more disgusted at that than the woman with the open neck in the living room.

Corleon walked homie into the living room, and when he saw his girlfriend, he fell to his knees sobbing. Capone kicked him in the back and looked at him in disgust. “Get the fuck up… you knew this life and what comes with it… we all do. Go kiss her goodbye.” He shoved his boot in his back, sending him flying near the coffee table.

Capri rounded the corner. “We don’t need information… I just wanted to send a message. He’ll get the message.”

“Wrap they asses to the couch,” Cappadonna said as he came back into the living room with three rolls of electric tape.

“The fuck you need all this damn tape for?” Goon took the roll from Cappadonna and knocked brown skin against the head.

This man had all that mouth moments before, but was now in full blown tears, staring at his girlfriend. His heart was broken as he tried to reach out for her and Mina slapped his ass back into the couch.

It was one of those slaps that only a mother could deliver. Those slaps were the ones that would sting for hours after the initial blow. “She’s fucking… fucking gone.”

This was a game to her, humorous even, as the corner of her lips turned up into a smile while the man held his face.

As much as we knew they were just flunkies and probably had no clue as to what Polo had going on, this was the message. Ellis lost his life and Quasim was currently fighting for his, so this message had to be sent.

It needed to be clear, and for them to know that no matter what, we could touch them. When Sim took his mother from him, I would have thought he would have learned his lesson and knew how he was coming. We stood and watched as Cappadonna and Goon had them tied to the couch with tape around their torso, and then between their legs over the couch. Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t move anywhere.

For added measure, Capone wrapped the girlfriend in the chair. She had taken her last breath long before her boyfriend made it back upstairs. Corleon looked down at his phone and then back at us.

Pizza guy started hollering, and Mina pulled her gun out, putting a hole in his head. “That fucking screaming,” she held the side of her head, while her gun continued to smoke.

We all looked over at her. “You straight, Mina?” Capone questioned.

She nodded her head. “I get headaches sometimes… his screams… screaming didn’t help.”

Corleon looked at his phone. “Go on and head off the block. The rest of them just passed Landon and Aimee.”

We headed out the house and piled back into the car, as Capri called Wylie on our way off the block. Everyone had cleared from the block and we headed back to the bridge. No sooner than we turned a few blocks down, it felt like the car had shook and we could hear an explosion.

“I hope he’s going to be alright,” I worried about Wylie.

Capri laughed. “He’s going to be more than fine… Wy knows what he’s doing.”

“Where now?”

“We’ve sent the message… now, we let him resp… respond,” Mina said from the back while she used her shirt to clean the small blade.

I looked at Capri, and we both realized that our husbands didn’t only get their crazy from their father, it ran deep in their mother’s blood as well.

Papa Inferno

Des chuckledas he walked into the barbershop. “You remind me of back in the day with the low cut… no more curls, El DeBarge?”

I held my middle finger up and laughed because only Des could make me laugh while going through something like this. Brandon finished lining me up, then squeezed my shoulders.

“You know I’m praying for the guys, Papa… always sending up one for them both.” He told me, and I dapped him up before getting out of his chair.

Des sat in one of the waiting chairs. “What made you get rid of the hair?”

“More hair is liable to catch fire, and I want Red… shit personal. I warned him, D… told him what happens, and he went against that.”

“You need sleep, Papa… I can see the redness in your eyes and know you haven’t slept.” He took notice, and I ignored him.

How could I sleep when I had both of my sons laid up, my daughter-in-law pregnant and wanting to be out in the field, and then my grandson, because nobody was telling me that Elijah wasn’t an Inferno.

My wife wanted to relive her glory days and wasn’t taking no for an answer. How the fuck could I lay my head on the pillow at night knowing all that we were faced with? On top of all of that, we had been betrayed by a God.

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