Page 117 of Quasim: King Inferno

He and Quasim dapped each other, as he sped down the block and Sim signaled for me to start the car and follow behind him. His eyes were dark, his face stoic as he hopped into the car and pulled off.

My future husband – King Inferno.

Meer took his helmet off and gave it to Capri when we pulled into Sim’s lake house. Capri looked at me and mouthedgood luckas she climbed out her car and got on the back of her husband’s bike.

I knew she would have someone pick her car up in the morning. Quasim pulled the car into the driveway, and then walked out, nodding for me to follow him into the house. It felt like I was about to be put on punishment because his face was so serious.

It was always serious.

I entered the house, and it was quiet because no one was here. Mina had occupational therapy today, so Gams and Elijah were over at Capri’s house for the night. He sat the keys on the kitchen counter and went into the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.

“Sorry, Simmy.” I whispered, as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. He had every right to be mad because not onlydid I invade his privacy, but things could also have gone wrong because of what he was doing.

“This is how we gonna play this, Blair?”

There he went calling me that name again. Anybody else could call me Blair, not him. Quasim Inferno couldn’t call me that because my name was Anjo or my love.

“Play what?”

He paused before he finished the rest of his water. “Following me because you don’t trust me… name one thing that I’ve done that makes you not trust me?”

“Nothing.” I muttered.

“Say that shit a little bit louder, Blair. I’m used to you following me… think that shit is cute. You crossed the fucking line this time.”

“You know I follow you?”

“Yeah, you fucking crash out.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He walked over toward me. “Difference is, I move smarter, and I actually had a fucking reason. You was all smiling in homie’s face. I ain’t fucking with nobody but yo crazy ass.”

Quasimmademe crazy.

The thought of another woman being on him, talking to him, or even looking at him made me crazy. “I am not crazy.”

He paused. “Ask me what you want to know, Anjo. Don’t ask no shit that you don’t want to know the truth to.”

My heart started to race as I stared at him. “What happened back there?”

“I had a contract to fulfill.”

I paused, taking a breath. “Like a hit man?”

He leaned on the counter. “Yeah.”

“Meer, too?”

Sim shook his head no. “Blaze is a fucking pyro… he ain’t never turning down starting a fire… only steps in when I need him.”

“Diablo?”

“Only time you know me as that name is when you about to meet him.”

I walked over toward him, staring up into his eyes. “Kew?”

“Kill everything walking.”

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