Page 9 of Quasim: King Inferno

Nah.

Quameer didn’t have to live this life; he could attend college and have a life outside of this. All because he respected me, and I promised him I would make him an Inferno God; he went and graduated college at the top of his class.

Nigga was super smart, and because of college, his ass was sitting on a lot of money. I was good at redirecting everyone else’s life except my own. The minute Cherie was taken from me, and then Harley left behind her, I didn’t give a fuck what happened to me. I never cared about what happened, because I wanted to be reunited with my family. I considered myself a lost soul, just wandering this earth until it was my time. I felt dead on the inside.

That was until Blair Underwood walked into my life.

That morning, when I saw her sitting at Cappadonna’s counter with tears in her beautiful eyes, I felt this pull to her. I was drawn to her, and had never been drawn to any woman since Cherie was taken from me.

The thought of some woman I had never met having this strong hold over me scared the shit out of me. I wanted to protect her and didn’t even know her story yet. She didn’t need to tell me her story, because her eyes told me before she could mention her name.

I knew that when I heard her story, it would cause a nigga to shed tears and make a nigga shed blood. My heart felt tight whenever she was near, and I didn’t know this woman from a hole in the wall.

Blair had been hurt, betrayed, and her trust in people remained unscathed. She was so trusting and the love she heldin her heart was like a warm hug in a blizzard. That first sip of hot cocoa after climbing through the treacherous blizzards of New York.

Every part of my body told me to stay away from her, to pretend like we hadn’t met. Her life wasn’t my business, so why the fuck did I care about the woman that I had only met seconds before?

How could someone that had been wronged be so welcoming and accepting of love? It was something I spent most of my time trying to figure out. Every interaction we had, she chipped a little piece of ice from inside of my chest. Every smile, laugh, and flirtatious banter we shared, warmed my heart.

It scared the shit out of me, but I couldn’t stay away. It was easy to pretend to be nonchalant, because naturally, I didn’t give a fuck about anything besides my family. I didn’t want Blair to see that side of me, though. I wanted to let my walls down and let her into who I was as a person.

I wanted her to know pieces of me that not even my family knew. Shit that I had only told the one woman that was now buried six feet below us. I didn’t want her to feel like she was walking in the footsteps of Cherie.

What me and Cherie had could never be duplicated, and with Blair, I never wanted it to be. What me and Blair shared was different, deeper even. When she stared into my eyes, she trusted me. She knew I would protect her, and nothing was uncertain in her heart.

Blair had always been certain since the first day that I met her. Every time after that, I would watch as her eyes followed me, how she took me in, and learned how I moved. I noticed her studying me, because I was doing the same with her. I could see the days when she didn’t feel good because of chemo, still, shepushed through because if she gave someone her word, she was gonna be there.

She never complained.

Never.

For so long, she has had to roll with the punches, that naturally, she hated to complain. It scared her to complain, and I didn’t like that shit. In Monaco, the bartender made her drink wrong and from the twist of her lips, I could tell she didn’t enjoy it.

Instead of complaining, she continued to sip the nasty ass drink, until I took a sip and shoved that shit back onto the bar and demanded he make another one. Even when he gave me attitude and I leaned up to put his head through the bar, she quickly put her foot on me, forcing me to hold her ankle.

Feeling her soft body on mine, calmed me. The heat that I felt in my body instantly cooled and it was because of the beauty sitting across from me. Even when she removed her leg from my lap and crossed them, I kept my hand around her ankle. I needed to feel a piece of her, because the shit felt nice.

Blair Underwood calmed something inside of me. I had no choice but to make her mine because I didn’t think I could live without her. I’ve already been forced to live without my daughter and Cherie. When it came to Blair, there was no other choice but to make her mine.

Make her Queen Inferno.

Except, like a pussy, when she told me she wanted to be my wife and have my babies, I folded. Ran away like a fucking coward because I wanted those same things. I had wanted to put babies in her since the night I scooped her up from homie’s lap in Miami. Seeing another man touch what was mine had me so mad that I couldn’t function.

As I held that man’s neck, I was having a silent conversation on if I should have ended his life. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’tknow the thoughts going through my head and didn’t know the invisible claim I had put on Blair.

How was he supposed to know, when she was sitting on his lap willingly? None of that mattered to me because I saw someone touching what was mine and I didn’t like that shit. His ass should have read my mind when I stood over his ass with that look on my face.

That was his chance to excuse himself, instead, he continued to sit there and got his ass handled. When it came to Blair, I would handle any nigga that was a problem for her.

Including her pussy ass soon to be ex-husband.

Shit always ended up coming back to me, and Blair was my obsession. I studied her ass and watched how she moved. Ever since Tookie’s bitch ass had kidnapped her and Alaia, my eye was always on my baby.

There wasn’t shit that she could do that wouldn’t get back to me. Before she even knew, I had Gods watching her when I couldn’t. I didn’t know the story behind why she married that sucka ass nigga, and I was waiting for her to tell me.

You couldn’t want to marry me, and have me pump you full of my babies, but wasn’t keeping it real with me. It wasn’t for nobody to tell me except Blair.

I didn’t want to find the shit out from nobody except her. She had to be the one to stare me in the eyes and tell me that she married that nigga. A nigga that wasn’t even worthy of the spit in my mouth.

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