Page 87 of Quasim III: King Inferno

I would be lying if I wasn’t kicking my feet while hitting the tootsie roll behind Quasim being dead, and Blair back at square one. It felt good driving through the city and nobody fucking with me. Her little studio was for lease, and everything was going to be downhill for her. The only icing on the cake would be if her so-called family turned on her.

Shit, I didn’t give a fuck what they thought; I was glad that her ass was fucked up. When she texted me and asked to borrow money, I almost had a stroke because this couldn’t be the same bitch that thought she was bulletproof.

The same bitch that thought that she was being saved because she got with King Inferno. Now his ass was stinking in a grave, and she wanted to come back to who she knew always had her back. I was a flawed ass nigga, and I could admit that. I wasn’t the best man to her, and I did some shit that was fucked up.

Still, she never had to worry about being taken care of. When I punched her in the mouth, at least she had a bathroom to clean her lip up in. Where was the thanks for the shit that I did do? Augusta Mae couldn’t stand me, but her damn foster kid couldn’t do shit without me. I paid for everything for her.

Her life revolved around me.

I told her to drop out of school and she did that shit because she knew where the money was. She knew that she couldn’t live without me and knew that the life she wanted would never happen without me being in her life.

Did it hurt seeing her with that nigga and actually being happy? Hell yeah. He had her fucking smiling and doing shit she ain’t never did with me. I knew she was fucking him right, too. When Blair was in love, she fucked different.

When we first got together and I used to slide up in her, the sex was different. Her face was dripped with ecstasy and love. Her hips moved different, her pussy was tighter, and she told me she needed me.

Throughout the years, something changed. Pussy was good, but it wasn’t good like when we met. She stopped stroking my ego and there was fear in her eyes when I slid inside of her. Even the times when I didn’t take the shit from her.

She always looked at me like I was a monster, even when she tried not to. I saw how she looked at him on mutual grounds. Shit, I saw how he held onto her, letting me know she was his everything.

Her energy and body language was different from when she was with me, and I’m talking about before shit got dark for us. Blair wasn’t in love with me like how she loved that nigga, and it hurt.

It hurt because he got to have the girl and took my grandfather. I was pretty sure that sick bitch had my grandfather’s pocket watch, too. Nobody could find it in the family, and it was like it grew some legs and walked the fuck out the house.

The beating on my door interrupted me stroking my dick while thinking about her. I leaned over on the bed and looked at my security system.

“The fuck she want?” I mumbled as I slid my dick back into my boxers and climbed out of the bed.

Polo punk ass lied about that big ass house that he was promising me. I had been hitting that weasel up and he couldn’t even respond to me. Luckily, money was decent, and I was able to get me a little townhouse on a decent side of town.

There wasn’t nobody trying to tow my car away and I had food and weed in the house. I planned to do some shit to make everything good, because it was only a matter of time before Blair brought her ass back to me.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Red is dead.” Her eyes were red like she hadn’t slept in days, and her hair could have used a brush, or even a comb. Bitch looked unkept, and I didn’t even want to welcome her into my crib.

Technically, she was family, and I should have been more welcoming, but I never trusted her ass. I was always leery of Lucia because she seemed into shit for only her and Rich. She could give a fuck about the rest of our family.

“What the fuck you mean, he’s dead? Polo didn’t hit me and tell me that he’s dead.” I held the door open and she quicklycame in, looking behind her. “Bitch, you better not bring your shit to my front door… it’s peaceful over here.”

“Before or after you get to hitting on women?” she shot back.

I looked at the kitchen and remained at the door because this visit wouldn’t be long. “I could start with you.”

“Red is dead, and Polo isn’t answering my phone calls… they arrested Mercer, and I’m suspended from work without pay.” She spiraled in the middle of my living room.

I waved her off because I never got involved in whatever government shit she and Rich got into. Long as the Vipers were good, I never bothered with whatever the fuck he was into.

“He’s dead, Tookie… gone.” She sobbed hysterically, worried about all she mentioned. None of those things I cared about, except Red being dead.

He was the nigga that pulled me into this drama, and then he had the nerve to be killed. I dialed Polo’s number, and it went to voicemail. Soon as I went to run the call back, an unknown number called me.

“Yo.”

“What up, Tooks?”

“Tookie, nigga… Tookie.”

“The fuck you want?” He snapped, while sounding too relaxed. Like he was on a beach and just hanging and doing nothing while Lucia was fully panicked, and I couldn’t beat my meat.

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