Page 23 of Quasim: King Inferno

I shook my head because she thought she knew Mina Inferno and she had no idea who that woman was. My mother may have been fly by night, and always forgetting shit, but she was the same woman that got on the back of her husband’s bike, and she let that shit go for him.

She’s taken a life before, when it came to Quinton Inferno. Cherie was so bull headed that she mistook submission for being walked all over. My mother was submissive to my fatherbecause he provided and had gained her trust. She knew that he was going to lead, and he would never lead her wrong.

I looked down at her and she finally lifted her eyes and stared up into mine. “Why the fuck you with me Cherie? If this life ain’t what you want… you don’t want a man that leads, why the fuck we doing this?”

The question caught her by surprise as she choked on her words and tried to search my eyes to see if I was serious. She needed to know if the words that had left my mouth was true, and if I meant it.

I did.

“Is that the reason we’re not married, Quasim? Because I won’t fall in line, and become this woman that goes along with everything that you say? I have my own mind and thoughts… never been me, Boo.”

I removed myself from her because she pushed away from me. “Oh, Word.”

“He called me, Quasim. I’m still close to the family, and he was really messed up. Me and his sister were friends… what did you want me to do? Hang up the phone on him because me and you are together. You have me, Baby… I gave you a daughter. If that isn’t making you secure in this relationship, I don’t know what will.”

I laughed.

Cherie rolled her neck as she looked at me. “Is something funny to you?”

“Yeah… you.”

With her arms folded, she looked up at me. “What is exactly funny to you, Quasim Inferno? We’re having a serious conversation, and you think the shit is funny.”

Every time some shit went left in Rich’s life, he used it as an excuse to call Cherie. Because she felt guilty for the way she and his sister’s friendship ended, she allowed the nigga to guilther into being there for the family. I been told her she needed to block his number and move the fuck on. Whatever friendship Rich thought they had ended the minute she decided to be my girl, have my baby, and remain in my life.

Cherie was too good in the heart, and it was the reason I had fallen for her. She always showed up for people, even if they didn’t deserve the shit. I could see how conflicted she was when it came to being there for Rich’s family because she said his mother always looked out for her, however, the shit was getting tiring and I was tired of her always running for that nigga, especially because I knew he was calling her on purpose.

I didn’t give a fuck if his mother was giving birth to fucking ET, that wasn’t Cherie’s business, and she was having trouble understanding that. This was the conflict that we continued to have, and we were no closer to a resolution because we both were stubborn, and didn’t want to fold.

It was the reason my Pops gave me shit about Cherie. He didn’t trust her because of her ties with Rich and those Chrome Vipers. I was tired of having to defend her ass and she went and turned around and embarrassed me by doing some shit like this.

When Pops pulled up on me on the block, I could tell from his face that he had some shit to say. He loved his granddaughter but wouldn’t trust her mother as far as he could throw her, which wasn’t far at all. All it took was for him to tell me that he saw Cherie having lunch with Rich in Philly.

How he happened to know where my girl was, and I didn’t, was a bitter pill to swallow. I prided myself on always being in control. Always knowing what the fuck Cherie was into, without being controlling. I gave her space because I trusted her.

I got real close to her ear, so close that my beard rubbed against her ear, sending a soft moan out of her mouth. Herbody always betrayed her when it came to me, which is why she left corny ass Rich for me in the first place. He could never get her body started without even touching her.

Just my voice alone got her pussy wet, and that was something that nigga could never relate to when it came to my woman.

“You live in my house, you pushed my daughter out that pussy, so you belong to me, Cherie. I’m done having this fucking conversation with you. End whatever the fuck friendship you think you have and focus on what’s in this house, because I take care of you, no?”

“It’s not always abo?—”

“Do I fucking take care of you, Cherie?” I ignored whatever she was about to say and repeated myself, so she knew I wasn’t playing with her today.

“Yes, Quasim.”

“You’re able to be a mother to our daughter, right? Don’t have to worry about punching a clock or dropping her to daycare, right?” I gently stroked her neck as she stared up into my eyes.

“You already know the answer to my question.”

Picking her up, I put her up on the counter while my hand remained around her neck, not squeezing it, just resting peacefully. “Don’t I fuck you and only you. You never have to worry about another bitch talking about yo dick, right?”

“Never.”

“Then end whatever he thinks you have going on or I’m going to make sure the next time he reaches out, his mom is fucking dead, Cherie.”

I released my hand from around her neck and pressed my lips to her temple while she stared at me seductively. Cherie was a freak and loved when I choked her ass while I was hitting it. Anything with pain, and she was down for the shit.

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