Page 63 of Quasim III: King Inferno

She didn’t know how to suck dick right, and she damn sure didn’t know how to brush her teeth. Every time she came grinning around me with those large ass veneers, I smelled something sour.

Cherish apparently blamed Quasim for her cousin’s death. She claimed he didn’t protect her the way he was supposed to and left her for dead. I didn’t know, nor did I care about her dead cousin. That wasn’t my beef, but since she wanted to be on the front lines, I allowed it.

There wasn’t much I could complain about because he was gone. King Inferno was gone, and the streets had been quiet. Other than Cherish running lead on trying to kill his wife, shit had been peaceful.

Cherish wasn’t a Chrome Viper or a Del Devil. From passing conversations, I heard she was putting her own crew together. I never paid it any attention, because who the fuck cared? I don’t know who the random ass niggas she had riding with her were, and I didn’t ask because the less I knew, the better.

“Why the fuck would I lie when I’m not enjoying shit?” I removed myself from the counter and went back over to the stove where I was making breakfast.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her shirt and leaned on the counter. “I killed Quasim for you… would think I would get more respect.”

“I don’t know who fired the shot that put his ass into the ground. It’s not like they gonna give us footage or a fucking autopsy report. I’m gonna tell you now and then I’m gonna crackyo fucking jaw if I have to repeat myself… leave his fucking wife alone.”

“You got what you wanted but want to bark orders on what I can or cannot do.” She countered, looking at me like I was a monster.

I slammed the wooden spoon down on the counter. “I don’t give a fuck what’s personal to you… you don’t even know the bitch. Leave her the fuck alone, we accomplished what the fuck we wanted. Now we lay low and let those bastards grieve.”

“What does Red say? I think we need to continue to apply pressure and let them know who is in charge.” She continued, and I realized why she was passed between the vipers and devils. Her mouth was most useful when it was stuffed with dick.

It was the fact that she was in my face, trying to tell me how shit should go. That was the part that was pissing me off the most. Women were only good to get fucked and occasionally cook for me. This bitch still had precum on her tongue and had the nerve to be telling me what I should be doing.

The voice in my head told me to slam her head onto the marble countertops, but I was taking a different approach to things these days. I had to think things through before acting, and slamming her head, though it would feel good, wouldn’t be the best response.

“Aside from the fact that you blamed him for your cousin… why the fuck is his widow so personal to you? He’s fucking dead, Cherish… this shit is done with.”

She stared at me, shocked that I gave a fuck enough to ask. Truth was, I didn’t give a fuck about her reasons. I knew she had better leave well enough alone, or I was gonna choke her ass out.

“He doesn’t get to live and have a new life with a different woman. She doesn’t get to be crowned Queen Inferno when my cousin died because of him.”

“Cherish?”

She looked up into my eyes. “Hmm?”

“He’s fucking dead, you stupid bitch!” I screamed so hard that spit flew from my mouth and landed on her face, as she scurried away from the counter she was leaning on.

Red told me about his nephew’s traumatic past, and I had to admit, the shit touched my heart a little bit. The part that pissed me off was that I never got the chance to put a bullet in his baby mama’s head; his daughter, too. I should have been the one that took them away from him, and I didn’t give a fuck if it had nothing to do with me.

Everything about those Infernos angered me because of how cocky they were. Starting with their fucking father. I listened to Red complain about his older brother for years, always mad because he got the short end of the stick while his brother was out there flourishing.

As much as I respected Red, I realized that his ass was a fucking push over and always complained. How the fuck were you always complaining and never putting no action behind the anger? I’d be damned if my brother nearly banished me to the next state like we couldn’t exist in the same damn state.

Who the fuck did that nigga think he was? Fucking Mufasa, and this nigga Red was Scar? Except Scar went and eventually handled his brother. What had me fucked up was that Red’s ass actually did the shit. He came to Delaware and actually fucking left. It didn’t matter that he came here and did his own thing. No matter how much he tried, money was never as good as those fucking Infernos. Red lived in a worn ass single family home and his wife still worked a full-time job. Hell, the nigga was still renting and didn’t even own his house. He lived in that house with his wife for years, and the man didn’t even own the shit. Money was never flowing the way that it should have, and I was sick of the shit.

Sick of buying second-hand bikes that needed work because we could never afford to buy a new one. We got by, but who the fuck always wanted toget by?

Meanwhile, those bitches were flying on private jets and having lavish ass homes in lake communities with armed guards. How the fuck was that fair?

For years, I told Red he needed to reclaim what was his and prove he wasn’t the underdog. Show them that we weren’t to be fucked with. He allowed his brother to come around, showing off his sons and reminding Red that he would never be an Inferno.

As much as Red hated his brother, there was a small part of him that wanted to be just like him. He wanted to be an Inferno God and wanted everything that came with being an Inferno. I could see why he wanted to be like them. Those niggas walked with this vibe about them, letting you know they weren’t to be fucked with. I remember the rampage King went on after the Vipers took his girlfriend from him. Man was ruthless, and he handled business. There weren’t too many people that would stand and burn on business, and those Inferno brothers did both.

He took my brother away from me and went home and probably slept good as shit. His ass got involved in some shit that had nothing to do with him, and I was supposed to play nice? I was supposed to sit tight and allow that bitch to take life from my family.

Then Red had the nerve to tell me not to take it personal; it was business. His pussy ass didn’t want to take it personal because he didn’t want to go against his brother and the Gods. I was taking everything fucking personal when it came to my family.

I wanted all of them to die.

When I sent niggas into his brother’s house, that was payback for the shit he did to mine. I wanted everybody in thathouse dead, including his daughters. I wasn’t playing fair and wanted him to know that shit.

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