Page 104 of Quasim: King Inferno

The chance to get their mother back was something so big for the both of them. They weren’t Inferno Gods in that room, they were two little boys holding onto hope that they would get their mother back.

Papa Inferno was the same; in this room, he was just the young man that fell in love with the wild-heart, Mina. He was hoping to get his love back. A man who had remained faithful during his wife’s diagnosis, never leaving her side, and loving her through it all.

Since being around those Inferno men, I could tell they loved hard. Witnessing the way Meer loved Capri, told me that he had the best example from his father. Feeling the way that Quasim had opened up to me, knowing that he loved me, gave me the butterflies.

My chest felt light whenever I was around him, like everything in our world was perfect. When I held him in the chapel at the hospital, he stared into my eyes. It was a look that I had never seen from him. When he gave me that look, no words needed to be shared because it told me everything. That he loved, cherished, and respected me.

That look he gave me as I cradled his head like a baby, was one that sent chills up my spine. A look that told me that I was in it with him, and there was no turning back. I’ve wanted him to tell or even show me how he loved, and King Inferno was showing me exactly how he loved.

I washis.

He had been busy with his family, so I was giving him space. Not hounding him with text messages or calls, because he needed to have this time with them. The last thing I wanted to do was seem like I was requiring all of his time.

I wasn’t his wife, or even his girlfriend. He told me that I was his, but what did that come with? Did I have benefits, paid time off, what the hell came with beinghis? Other than having IG’s with me nearly all the time.

As we pulled in front of the restaurant, I regretted telling Zay that I would come out with him tonight. Yes, I needed to talk to him and tell him that we couldn’t see each other anymore, but to the media, it played into the mess he had going on with his ex-fiancée.

It made me look like the other woman, and I didn’t like being painted to be that. Not when I was happily swallowing another man’s dick on the regular. I refused to look like a bitch that didn’t know her place.

There weren’t many places that Zay could go without the media following behind him. I felt bad for him because as much as he worked for this lifestyle, he wanted a regular life too. Hewanted to provide for his family without all the extras that came with it.

We were meeting at an Italian restaurant in the meatpacking district. The valet came around and helped me out the car while Zay got out, handing him the keys. “I’m a big fan, man.” He said, as he patted Zay on the shoulder.

I could tell he didn’t like that the man touched him, but he played it off. “Good looks… appreciate the support.”

I tried to walk into the restaurant alone with my arms at my sides, but he came and grabbed my hand up and paparazzi got the perfect picture of me shielding my face with my clutch while holding his hands.

This nigga was trying to get us both killed, and he didn’t even know it. Quasim already told me what it was, and I wasn’t foolish enough to go against what the fuck he warned me of.

The doorman opened the door for us, and Zay pulled me in first before stepping behind me, touching my hip. Soon as the hostess saw him, she rushed us back to a private area. There were other people eating, however, they didn’t look phased that Zay had walked in on their dinner. It led me to believe that these were very important people that didn’t give a damn about a rapper.

He held my chair out and pushed me in as I looked over the menu. Everything on the menu sounded so good, then again, I was only focused on the menu because I didn’t know what to say. How did you break up with someone?

I’ve never been good at things like this.

I mean, I’ve broken up with Tyshawn plenty of times, but in a toxic way. How do you amicably split from someone that you weren’t even in a relationship with? Zay looked across the table at me and I smiled.

“How have you been, Zay?”

“Damn.”

“What?”

“You sound like you a therapist or some shit… what happened to that girl that was flirting with me?”

I laughed. “I don’t sound like a therapist… seriously, how are you? We haven’t caught up in a little while.”

“Who fault is that?”

I looked away. “I’ve been swamped. Don’t give me shit because you know how that goes… right?”

“Yeah, the difference is I make time for you.”

“And Grace?”

He looked down at his diamond Cuban link bracelet. “Is this what that’s about?”

“Um, maybe. I saw you with her… hanging out with her.”

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