Page 107 of Quasim: King Inferno

I laughed. “He does.”

He reached over and kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Oh, I’m not… you see my family are big fans, so you gonna need to swing over some tickets for the next tour.”

He chuckled. “I got you.”

Zay climbed out the car and walked around and opened the door for me. Before he opened the door, he looked at Havoc and saluted to him, showing respect, and letting him know there was no beef.

When he opened the door and helped me out, I hugged him. “Take care of you.”

“Got you.” He smiled and released me.

I stood on the curb as he got back into the car and beeped as he pulled away. Like typical Zay fashion, he sped off the block.

“Past your curfew, Queen Inferno.” Yasin yelled across the street, while taking a pull on his spliff.

“What in the fuck was that about? Where’s Quasim?”

“Taking care of some business… I don’t know why you don’t think he knows what you do.” Havoc answered.

“Whatever,” I waved them off, and entered the security code before climbing the stairs, feeling slightly sad, but more relieved.

This conversation was a long time coming, and something that needed to be had between me and Zay. I couldn’t keep stringing him along, when it was clear I wanted to be with Quasim. It wasn’t fair to him, and he deserved more than what I was giving him. He was a good guy, and I prayed he found someone that treated him well.

I groaned when I opened my apartment door, because I had been in a rush trying to find something to wear that I had heels and clothes tossed all over the foyer and hanging on the stools at the counter.

Apparently, I had left my TV on in my bedroom, and the wireless speaker on. ‘Reasons’ by Earth, Wind, & Fire playedfrom the speaker in my bedroom. Kicking my heels off, I stalked to the bedroom to change clothes before I called that damn man.

I stormed into the room and damn near jumped out my skin. “Qu…Quasim, how the fuck?”

He looked up from whatever he was knitting.

Yes.

Quasim Inferno was laying in my bed, no shirt on, feet crossed at the ankles, bopping his head to the music playing, watching a documentary on a cable channel that Ididn’thave while knitting. “Heard you made it home… everything good at that restaurant?”

I watched as he turned the channel to the news, and they were all outside the restaurant reporting on what happened tonight. His phone rang and he answered it, putting it to his ear.

“Yeah, she home… appreciate you, Core.”

I slapped my hands on my hips as I stared between the television and Quasim. “How do you know how to knit?”

The question wasn’t even important at the moment, but I had this urge to ask him. “Want me to teach you?” He raised his brow, as he picked it back up.

I stood there confused on what to say or do. “What… Quasim, why did you do that?”

“Cause I fucking told you to end that shit, and you fucking playing around with me.” He placed the knitting needles to the side and stood up. “You wanted this, Anjo… you wanted what came with me loving you, right?”

I stared up at him, as he pulled me closer to him and stared down into my face. “I was doing it tonight.”

“Sure as fuck didn’t look like it, with the way he was holding your fucking hands… called you his fucking girl.”

I paused. “How did you even…” I didn’t bother to ask because he nine times out of ten had Core hack into their security system to watch us.

“The only reason I was up here and sent the IG’s is because you wouldn’t forgive me for what I wanted to do.”

“Which is?”

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