Page 88 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Red gone… Lucia just told me.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know. Been fucked up about it?—”

“What? You knew and never said shit to me.”

“I had to bounce out of town because my mind was fucked up. We need to sit back and allow shit to play out.”

“The other thing playing out is fucking murder if they find me… where are you?”

He chuckled. “You are good… they want me. As for Lucia, I don’t know what to tell you about that bitch. Get your dick sucked or something… she got good head with her old ass.”

“You fucked my cousin’s wife?”

“Nah… only her mouth.”

Lucia’s hoe ass was over there looking guilty as shit. “Who hasn’t fucked you, Lucia? Damn, put that old pussy on some ice… shit.” I scolded her like a father scolding his fast ass daughter.

“Yeah, shorty wild. Look, I’m laying low… you good. Don’t make no waves and there shouldn’t be no problems.”

I was starting to realize that Polo was for himself. If he had found out about Red, why didn’t he hit me up? He left town and never said shit to me, leaving me to be a sitting duck. The shit was fucked up because he pulled me into all of this.

“Heard you.”

I ended the call and looked at Lucia. “What did he say?”

“Red is dead, and you need to bounce. I don’t need none of your problems in my house… I’m quiet over here… doing shit strategically.”

“Please, I don’t know what to do… Please.”

I watched as she gave me this flirtatious look, and I looked away, saying a quick sorry for fucking my cousin’s widow. Walking over toward her, I pulled her head back and kissed her lips, shoving her against the counter.

I pushed her ass against the counter as she moaned while gripping the butcher block countertop. Pulling her pants down, I messed with my sweats before shoving my dick inside of her while she screamed out.

Yanking her hair, I pushed her head forward because that ugly ass face she was making was about to make me go soft. I held her hips and thrusted in and out of her while visions of Blair came into my head.

“Yeah… fuck, Blair,” I gritted while the visions of her became longer, and I felt like I smelled her.

“Rich, I miss you baby! Richie!” she screamed and that’s when I pushed her head down until her mouth was on the countertop while I focused on my vision of Blair.

“Come home to daddy, Blair… you want me… fuck… fuck daddy,” I groaned and slapped Lucia’s ass while wishing it was my baby.

Right when I was about to cum, I pulled out of her and emptied myself on her ass, watching it fall down her ass onto the floor. “Took?—”

“Get yo hoe ass out my house, Lucia… desperate ass hoe.” I snarled and left her in the kitchen while heading down the hall to clean myself up and send Blair a text message.

Me: You good on money?

Blair: yes.

Me: Sure? I got you, Baby.

She didn’t reply, but she saw the message. I was being patient, so she could come back to me. It shouldn’t take her that long to get over that nigga.

I heard the door slam and saw Lucia stomping back to her car, and getting in. Hopefully, that was the last time I saw that bitch.

Capri

The thoughtof sticky wings made me sick to my stomach. I was hungry and as I looked at these wings on my desk, I wanted to scream.

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