Page 102 of Quasim: King Inferno

“Hmm? Yes, who?”

“Yes, King,” she purred and took control of my dick, choking it down like a pro, as I held her head and watched her go crazy.

When I was about to cum, I pulled out of her mouth and she latched back on as I shot my seed into her mouth, the cum dripping down her lips as she stared at me with a smirk on her face.

“Who told you to be so nasty for me… shit, Anjo,” I rubbed my thumb down her chin, rubbing the cum into her skin while she stared up at me, satisfied with the mess she made. “Come here, lemme clean you up.” I pulled her to her feet, kissing her lips.

After damn near promising Blair my kidney that I would have someone tow her car back to her house, she finally agreed to come with me to the hospital. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, because if she decided to stay behind, I was gonna have one of the IG’s kidnap and bring her ass to me, anyway.

She was gonna learn that it was my way or my way when it came to shit I wanted. I would always spoil her, and she could have anything she wanted as long as I had air in my lungs, but I ran shit around this bitch.

I talked all that shit, knowing that she had me wrapped around her pretty ass fingers. The woman could tell me to shoot the nigga that owned the corner store on her block, and I would be coming in through the back of the store to handle him becausesheasked me to. Anjo didn’t realize the power she possessed when it came to me.

When we got to the hospital and parked, I held her hand as we walked down the hall to the room my mother was in. My father was coming down the hall with his head in his phone at the same time we were.

“Oh shit… I was just about to call you.” He paused and looked at Blair, before hugging her. “About time you got some fucking sense when it comes to this one, Pop.”

Blair laughed. “Hey Papa… he got a little sense or whatever.”

I looked between them both. “Oh, word?”

She blushed as she leaned her head on my arm and laughed. “Mommy eating lunch right now. Des drove Gams over here so she could see her. She was going crazy not being able to come.”

I looked down the hall and saw my brother raiding the cafeteria cart for Jello cups. “Doctor came around yet?”

“The nurse said he’s making his rounds now, so we’ll know something soon.”

We walked back toward my mother’s room, and Capri was sitting on the edge of the bed while my mother ate her fruit cup.

“Bitch!” Capri gasped as she saw Blair and came around the bed and got a closer look. “B, I love this on you… you look soo…”

“Refreshed… I’m glad to see that Stabby got her a new alias… they won’t see you coming.” Blaze said, as he ate the stolen Jello cup.

Blair pulled his loc. “Meer, I don’t like you.”

“We family… don’t got to like me.” He sat down in the empty chair, kicking his feet up on the end of the hospital bed.

My father kissed my mother on the forehead as she looked at him. It always amazed me how she became so lively when she saw him. It was like nothing else existed whenever she saw him.

“Hey Gams,” I dropped a kiss on her forehead.

I could see the worry on her face. It didn’t matter that my mother was grown with a husband and two children, she wasGam’s baby. “Hey Moochie… I see our conversation got through to you.”

“Moochie?” Blair whispered, clearly tickled that she learned the nickname my grandmother called me.

“I’ve been calling him that since he was a child… my Moochie.”

“Can we pipe it down in here?”

“Nah Moochie… we can’t.” Blaze got a kick out of fucking with me.

The knock at the door pulled us from our conversation. A black doctor poked his head in and smiled. “Hi, Mr. Inferno… sorry for the delay. We’re down a doctor, so I took on his rounds this morning… do you want to step out and talk?”

All three of us turned when he said Mr. Inferno, and my father headed out the room with both me and Blaze behind him. The doctor took us down a few doors before he spun on his clogs and looked at us.

“You told me that she has early onset Alzheimer’s.” The doctor looked between me, my brother, and father to confirm that was in fact true.

“Yeah. She’s been diagnosed for a few years now. I always knew it was something because even before she got like this, she was always forgetful and a whole host of other shit.”

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