Page 34 of Quasim III: King Inferno

Her crazy ass got a lot of niggas put on their necks, and when I slid up inside of her after each time, I knew there would be more I would fuck up because this woman had my mind in a vice grip.

Soon as her soft hands with those red nails caressed my face, it was all gas and no sense behind her.

“Damn, Papa, where the fuck you went?” Larry waved his hand in front of my face, and I looked up at him.

“You always loved my boys… remember that time me and Mina both got arrested? You held the boys down for us until Jean came to bail us out.”

Jean laughed. “I told her that pussy gal was a cop caller.”

Mina leaned her head on Jean’s shoulder, and she kissed her head. “Always been right.”

“Sometimes.”

Larry chuckled. “Always gonna look out for the boys.”

Des looked at Buck, who looked up from his phone, and then looked over at Fawn. “Then why did you try to take them from me, Lar?”

Larry’s face dropped as I looked up into his eyes. “What the fuck you talking about, Papa?”

I could tell he was nervous from the way he kept switching his phone from one hand to the other. “Red, my nigga? Really?”

My voice cracked because the betrayal was real. This wasn’t some friendship I could toss to the side and pretend not to be hurt. This was my homie, my nigga, and someone that had been family. Even when life got hard and me and Des went our own ways to handle our own problems, Larry was there.

He was always there for me.

I could pick up the phone and tell him to come have a drink with me and vent, and he would be there. Never knowing this whole time, he was over there doing the same with my brother. A man that I told him that I hated and would never forgive.

“Everybody is eating, and you left the Gods to fend for themselves, Pa… the fuck was I supposed to do.”

“Not true. Me and Sonny own the storage company. We asked you to put money in with us years ago when it was just one location. We have fifty around the city, and sixteen out the city being franchised. We do commercial leasing with the properties we purchased together for our kids… you never wanted to put the money in and sit and watch the money grow. Everything had to be fast with you. I was able to raise my sons comfortably and pour into them and now they have businesses and investment properties of their own. Same with Sonny’s kids.”

“Sonny not even a fucking God anymore!” Larry blurted, pissed that Fawn had called his ass out on the lie and sob story he was conjuring up in his mind.

I watched as Sonny finished his drink. “Once a God, always a God. I may not ride much anymore, and I’m heavily in the street racing scene, but that doesn’t mean I don’t run when Papa calls. That’s what loyalty is… I ain’t never looked for the next man to fund my life.”

“The Cruzari family and the Infernos will always have good blood… don’t try and switch the fucking subject. Sonny didn’t run to my brother and try to murder my fucking sons.”

Sonny had been riding for years. He was raising kids like I was and was always there when I needed him. He was always a God and would always remain one. When I formed Inferno Gods, we were a bunch of young men that wanted a bigger purpose.

More out of life.

We accomplished that, and I never expected the Gods to remain. They had lives of their own, just like I had. The goal was for us to do better for the next generation, and I think we did that shit.

Sonny had accomplished making his name, the Cruzari family, part of street racing royalty. You couldn’t mention street racing without using the Vanducci-Cromwell’s or the Cruzari family. Larry hated that shit and often talked shit about it.

Angry because he wasn’t touching the money that Sonny was touching. Pissed because he was so used to being given fish that he never learned to fish. I listened to his complaints and hating before always telling him that he can’t knock the next man’s hustle.

Fawn and Sonny wanted better and were smart with the money we made in the streets. Fawn was sitting on money because she was smart. Her boys were sitting nice because she taught them the way. Even with two ex-husbands, she was still sitting nice and never had to depend on a man for a damn thing.

“It’s fucked up, Lar.”

He looked over at me. “I didn’t have shit to do with what Red planned… he asked me to do a favor, and I looked out.”

“You know they ran in Blaze’s house with his daughters and wife?”

Larry didn’t look surprised and avoided eye contact with me. From the way he fidgeted, he knew exactly what happened because he told them Blaze’s address. Larry had been to his house plenty of times because he wasfamily.

“What? Don’t even lie like that, Papa… if Red did some shit like that, he’s fucked up,” he continued to bullshit me.

---