Page 62 of Quasim III: King Inferno

I looked between both of them and made the connection as to why they were best friends. Both of them were crazy as hell. “You think they going to let Quasim fly back to Barbados… seems to be the plan.”

As much as Papa wanted to get his son out of America and away, that shit wouldn’t happen. Ramos was nervous about having to tell them that he wouldn’t approve him to fly. He had a collapsed lung among other issues. I understood why he didn’t want him to fly and respected his decision. Now, would Papa agree?

Who the fuck knew?

“You both bugging the fuck out.”

Menace looked down at his hands, and then back at me briefly. “Think he should lay low in Ashbourne. I have a shore house there, and it’s out the way. Nothing goes on without Teflon knowing about that shit… safest place for him to go right now to recover. Baby Bop is pregnant, too, right?”

Me and Corleon both looked at Menace as he stared between us, confused, with a serious expression on his face. “Her name is fucking Blair, Menace!”

I couldn’t help but to laugh because he never seemed phased whenever Corleon constantly corrected his ass. “I know how pregnant women can get.”

“Very hormonal… they need a lot of support and low stress.”

He screwed his face up. “You said you wanna fuck the stress out my wife?”

Menace Caselli was scary without even trying to be. I wasn’t pussy, but those damn eyes were why his name was Menace.

They were wild.

Menacing.

And fucking scary because you could see the minute the nigga started to disassociate. I looked at Corleon, who seemed to be his handler for this minute. “I mean, you did say that I was stupid.”

“Corleon, be serious.”

“He is.”

My phone chimed and I saw a message from Mercer asking how I was doing, which meant he wanted to talk about the shit I had been avoiding. I wasn’t about to sit and talk about working in that house of horrors while he collected money and abused children.

“Mercer just texted me.”

“Give me some time to get shit right and continue to play nice. I’ll package this shit up real nicely for you.”

“Heard you.”

“See you when I get home, Wonder.” Meance spoke lowly into the phone before making a kissy puckering sound. “Yeah… you felt it? You know exactly where I sent that kiss, Wanda.”

I never met his wife, but the fact that he turned into a completely different man just from talking to her told me she had to be special.

I stuck around while Corleon gave me the tour of his massive ass house, and his bedroom that had a bed fit for three. WhenJean came from the kitchen and asked if I was eating, he nearly had to peel me from his crib because I went from getting a tour to busting down food.

Polo

“Hmm,you like that? Tell me, Lo… do you love it?” Cherish looked up at me with those doe shaped eyes, begging for my approval while my dick remained lodged inside of her throat.

I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t enjoying shit, and just because she dropped to her knees to give me sloppy toppy didn’t make shit better. It took nothing for Cherish to slide down on those tired and ashy ass knees for any nigga. This wasn’t some shit that was reserved for only me. Cherish would try to suck Will’s dick from the show Will and Grace.

If a nigga had a dick hanging between his thighs, she would try and see what his dick tasted like. I prayed she brushed her tongue, because that much dick in your mouth couldn’t be good. Cherish popped my dick from her mouth once she realized I wasn’t feeding into her little performance anymore.

“Damn, Polo, can you at least pretend that you like the shit?”

I watched as she pulled herself up from the floor and winced from putting pressure on where she had been shot. The hoe had been shot, and she was more concerned with sucking dick than recovering. All that talk about the Infernos had gone out the window the minute she had some dick in her mouth.

Cherish was talking big shit about knowing the Infernos, and how to get close to them. She claimed that her cousin was with King before she passed, so I knew she wasn’t completely useless.

The problem was that she wanted to be the top dog and wanted to call the shots. Cherish didn’t listen, and wanted to do things on her terms, which was something I didn’t like.

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