Page 118 of Quasim: King Inferno

“Huh?”

“I run with Karter Cromwell and Mo… you don’t need to know everything that I got going on. I just need you to know that I’m not fucking anybody or thinking about anybody but you.” He held my chin up and gazed down into my eyes. “My dick don’t get hard for an insecure woman, my love… if you riding this dick, then I’m gonna need you to walk around like no bitch can touch you. Cause she fucking can’t. You see Capri… she walks around like that, because nobody can touch her. She’s Lady Inferno.”

“She’s an Inferno, I’m not.”

“She’s Lady Inferno, my love… you will be Queen Inferno. Even more reason for you to stop letting shit rattle you. You got that shit in you… wear it.”

I smiled as he pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck. “Sorry, Sim.”

“If you ever do some shit like that again, Blair… we gonna have a fucking big ass problem… feel me?”

He adjusted his jaw, reaching into his mouth and removed the razor he kept there. I first witnessed it when we were in Monaco. It should have scared me, instead it intrigued me.

I nodded my head, and kissed his lips, lowering myself down onto my knees, and pulling at his pants. All that talk about his dick not getting hard for an insecure woman was bullshit because his dick was hard as I put it into my mouth while never breaking eye contact with him.

“Do you feel me, King?”

He held my head as he guided my head, while I apologized for being a crash out tonight. I couldn’t say this would be the last time, so I better had start adjusting my jaw to apologize again.

Quasim

Brandon always gaveback to the kids in the neighborhood by doing a big summer block party for them. He got permission from the city to block off the street that the barbershop was on. The kids played and had fun with bounce houses, food trucks, and a bunch of free shit that all the businesses in the area put in to provide for them.

I watched my baby as she was getting ice cream with Elijah. She had on a black Nike tennis skirt with a black sports bra, and a pair of airmax sneakers, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I checked if she had panties on before we left, too, cause her ass loved to push the limits with me.

I stood in front of the barbershop and watched them as she pinched his cheeks. Elijah was smitten when it came to Blair, always calling Ms. Blair this and Ms. Blair that. I don’t think he ever had ever experienced a positive woman in his life.

Being the big-hearted angel that she was, she was so easy and gentle with him. I watched as they got their ice cream, and she took him over to the booth that Havoc had paid for. It was giving out free fake tattoos to the kids.

“Hey, Havoc,” Synthia, the chick that worked at Blair’s studio came over licking the ice cream she had gotten from the truck.

“Syn, come here real quick!” Blair called over to her, and she quickly turned and went over to where she was holding her phone, laughing at something.

Havoc shivered. “I ain’t never wanted to be a fucking ice cream cone so bad… her tongue pierced.”

“You saw all that shit by her saying hey?” I stared at him as he watched her laughing. “Just go and ask shorty out… you Big Hav.”

Cappadonna walked over holding Promise, who was making a mess with the ice cream, and didn’t care she was getting it all over her father’s Gucci shirt.

“What up, Capp?” We hit the IG shake, and I held my pinky out for Promise, who shook it, and giggled while she continued to devour the ice cream like it was trying to get away from her.

Capone was playing basketball at one of the carnival game setups and was getting mad because CJ was kicking his ass in the game. I watched as Blaze kissed his wife and went to greet my father.

It was rare for Papa Inferno to pop out, but when he did, everyone showed love and respect. “Hey Papa,” Kiki came over and hugged him.

“What’s going on, Ki?”

“Same shit… different day.” She laughed, as she mushed Yasin who walked over. That man would have let her whoop his ass in the middle of the street, if that meant she was touching him.

“I need my hair twisted!” He called behind her.

“No, you don’t… I just retwisted you last week, Yasin. You gonna be bald.” She turned and walked off toward her friends while shaking her head.

“Fuck, I want her ass so bad.” He bit his bottom lip, as I went into the barbershop to sit and chill.

Cappadonna took Promise to wash her hands, and I sat in one of the barber chairs while my pops took the other one, and Blaze sat in one of the waiting chairs.

“How’s mommy today?”

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