Page 32 of Quasim III: King Inferno

Fawn laughed. “Kids will break your pockets. I’m just glad both of mine are grown… No grandchildren to worry about yet. Yasin may make me a grandma before Hamza.” She admitted.

“Don’t count my guy out… he’s waiting for the right one.” Sonny took a seat beside her, as Des slid the drink across the table at him.

She sighed. “He finally left that one girl alone. She was using him and didn’t give a damn about him. My boy is quiet, and he needs someone who respects him and cares too… you know?”

“That little lima bean that was in Barbados seem like she liked him,” I replied, staring at the back of Larry’s crooked ass line up.

God knew he was out here being disloyal, so he made his barber fuck up his hairline up. “Lima bean?” Des chuckled.

“That girl was small as shit… beautiful, but she small as hell. Let’s not act like I’m body shaming her and shit… fucking world too damn sensitive. They called fat women fat bitches for years, and now everybody wanna be talking about body shaming once the skinny bitches start getting called skinny.” I vented.

Fawn shook her head. “Papa, you compared that girl to a lima bean… lima bean.”

When we heard the door creaking, we turned our attention to the door. “Hey baby, I knew I would find you here,” Jean walked in with Mina right beside her.

Mina had this silly grin on her face because she knew what I told her ass. She came over to me and I kissed her neck. “You know exactly what I told you, Mina.”

“Sue me,” she whispered back, as her vanilla scent caressed my nose, along with her curly hair.

Jean went around the counter and Des bent down to kiss his wife and made her a drink. “Heard you been busy, Mina?” Buck snickered.

Since she was still on medication, she couldn’t drink alcohol. When I watched Mrs. Inferno enter a room, I still felt like that knucklehead that swore he didn’t deserve her. Seeing her come back to life each day had been a blessing.

My boys knew how to be great husbands because they saw the shit. I already showed them how to get crazy in the streets,so the least I could do is show them how to be good men to their women.

“Larry, what you been up to? I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jean looked over at Larry as she swished her drink around in the cup.

He looked up from his phone. “Trying to maintain… can’t really complain, considering all that is going on.”

“Tell me about it…. Can’t believe someone would be dumb enough to take Quasim out. How you taking it, Larry?”

He shook his head with his mouth open, but nothing came out. “It’s too damn quiet in here… need some different music,” Des walked over to the Bluetooth record player.

He messed with it for a while before Juicy Fruit came on by Mtume. “God, this song brings so many memories for us… used to listen to this all the time while the boys ran around like crazy.” Jean reminisced about a time when things weren’t simpler but they were good.

Fawn lit a cigarette and tossed her head back. “Take me back… flying around the city on my bike without responsibilities, not tied down to no good men… Jesus,” she shook her head and stomped her timbs on the concrete floor.

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“Nah, we need to switch it.” I walked over and switched the music to Maze. “This song brings back memories because it was so true for us… we’re all fucking one… you know?” I snatched Fawn’s cigarette and took a pull.

She looked at me like I had lost my mind, and I did. I would lose my mind every single time my children and wife wereinvolved. I’d become a lunatic, and I have become one more than a few times.

“Gods stick together… once a God always one,” Buck said, as he sang out the words to the song.

I looked over at Larry, and this bitch had the nerve to be nodding his head to the music. As if he had been one with us. As if he hadn’t betrayed us in the worst way. “All the shit we been through, Papa.”

As I two stepped behind him with the cigarette between my fingers, my eyes grew wider. “Feeling that shit, Papa?” Des distracted me because I was about to put this cigarette out on his head.

“Yeah… we been through a lot. Remember when you drove Mina to the hospital when her water broke with Pop?”

He chuckled. “She screamed the entire time there… held onto my damn arm and dug her nails in. Should have known then he was going to be a problem.” Des handed him a drink, and he took it back.

It was only right that he had one last drink before being sent to hell. If I had to see him when it was my time, then he needed to know it was on sight. I would spend eternity squabbling with this nigga in hell.

The pain I felt in my chest was real because this was my brother. I had so many memories with this man and swore to always hold him down. I stuck to my word, and when his mother passed away, I paid for the funeral because money was tight for him.

I didn’t give a fuck how you made your money when you were an Inferno God. You could sell broken barbie dolls to fucking first graders for all I cared. The only rule I had was no selling pussy, and Larry had broken that rule a few times, but because of my respect and the level of our friendship, I often looked the other way when I should have aimed my gun at his head.

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