Page 61 of Quasim: King Inferno

When they got closer, Alaia and Erin went to talk while Cappadonna dapped us up. “Ready to see the nigga that youlettingtake your woman?”

“Fuck you, Capp.” I laughed.

He looked back at his wife before turning back to Capone. “Chill on those cookies, too.”

“Yerrr,” We turned and saw Capella and Aimee coming down the street, Aimee on his back as he ran over toward us with ease.

“You turned your son into a muscle-bound dick head… who the fuck runs down the block with someone on their back.” Capone watched his nephew bolt down the street.

“He needed that direction… be out there putting me to shame on our runs,” Cappadonna looked at his son with pride. “Wasn’t about to let my seed crash out bad… he got that shit in him, he just needed to realize that shit.”

Capella put a giggling Aimee down, as she fixed her skirt. “Thank you for the ride, Jerk.”

“I’m a jerk because I made you change that outfit… I’ll be that.”

Aimee laughed and went to hug Cappadonna, Capone, and then me. “You straight?” I asked her, always feeling like I needed to ask her that whenever I saw her.

“Perfect… are you?” She teased, and I already knew where she was going with this, and I blew smoke in her face.

“Asshole,” she screeched, and headed toward the house while I laughed.

Quameer came out the house fixing his belt while smirking to himself. When he looked up, he fixed his face. “They coming now.”

“Don’t fucking care, Pissy.” Capone replied, already knowing why he was fixing his belt while smirking.

“I’m gonna let that slide because my wife just made me averyhappy man… if you know what I mean, Capo,” He continued to fuck with him because he knew it bothered him.

Capp shook his head. “We need to get on this damn road before we end up being late to the concert.”

“Baby, nobody shows up to a concert on time. He’s gonna have people come on before he even hits the stage.” Alaia laughed while she looked up at her husband.

Capp looked down at her. “How many damn concerts you been to that you know all of this?”

“Everybody knows this… have you never been to one before you went to prison?”

“Joy, I barely was eating, so I damn sure wasn’t paying to see a nigga gyrate on stage.” He said with a serious expression, and we all started laughing.

We heard a clap and turned to see Capri and Blair coming out the house. Capri had a bottle in her hand as she danced to imaginary music. “Ready to turn the fuck up?”

My eyes were on Blair as she laughed and followed her friend’s lead. The ripped jean shorts that she wore should have just been panties with how tight and short they wore. The racer back tank top had her breasts sitting fucking nice, and seeing as how I knew what they looked like without her clothes, I knew they were nice. She wore a pair of thigh high boots, aviator sunglasses with orange lenses, and had one of those mini ass purses women loved to wear.

Her short hair was curled, and I loved when she curled it because she always looked so beautiful. I wasn’t focused on finishing this spliff anymore because I was too drawn to her.

“Baby Doll, those shorts… the fuck?” Capp couldn’t believe what was going on out here tonight and the shit was funny.

“I’m somebody’s mama… so, you not about to be my daddy. I’m grown, Cappy.” Capri shut it down, as she looked at her phone.

“You right. If this crazy nigga is good, then it ain’t my place.” Capp corrected himself, and realized that his sister was not only married, but she was a mother and grown ass fuck, too.

Capri wore short leather black shorts with a black tank top and thigh high boots, too. “Rayce made her mama thick as fuck,” Blaze licked his lips as he took his wife in.

I put the spliff out as we loaded the party bus, and the women decided on the music for the ride. When Lil Kim came on, I knew we were in for a long fucking ride as Capri poured shorts for everyone except Cappadonna, Alaia, Capella, and Aimee. Shit, Aimee was too lit on vibes anyway.

“Sorry, Meer.” Capri apologized, before she blurted out the words to ‘Get Money’ by Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Blaze sparked his blunt, and was chilling while watching his wife rap the words to Biggie’s part while Blair, Erin, and Alaia chimed in. I kept trying to see if she would look at me, and she avoided eye contact with me.

“I’ll tell you niggas,” Blair started rapping like she was channeling Lil Kim herself. The shit had me turned on as I watched her, never taking my eyes away from her. At one point, she was staring right into my eyes. “Things to make up for all the games and the lies.”

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