Page 80 of Quasim: King Inferno

“You didn’t fuck her at all?” She raised her brow at me, wanting me to come right out and tell her if I fucked Berkeley or not.

“We fucked. It was a minute ago, Anjo.”

“Hmm.”

“Coffee?” I quickly breezed out the room, knowing she couldn’t continue the conversation because she was butt ass naked.

“Quasim!” I heard her call behind me as I headed down the hall into the kitchen, where the staff had prepared a buffet style breakfast and set the dining table.

Cappadonna, Capone, Quameer, and Capri were all seated at the dining table. “Good morning.”

“Is my friend alive?”

“The fuck?”

“I heard screaming in the early hours this morning… just making sure she’s alive.” Capri busted out laughing.

Blaze held his hand out to dap me up. “Somebody got some cutty last night.”

Cappadonna snorted while drinking his tea. “You walking with a pep in your step, too… you straight, Sim?”

“Why the fuck you all paying attention to me? What we getting into today?” I grabbed a plate and fixed myselfsomething to eat, then sat it down before going back and making Anjo one.

“Erin wants to do that swing shit where they wear some used dress and swing on a big ass swing over a cliff… she love pushing our life insurance limits.” Capone muttered as he popped his medicine and washed it down with water.

“I want to do it, too… it’s going to be so pretty in the new house. I’m thinking the foyer.” She looked over at Blaze.

“I need one for my wallet.”

Capri laughed. “Meer, I think you are the only one that carries a picture in your wallet.”

Cappadonna flipped his wallet out. “Nah, I keep a picture of my wife and kids in mine.”

“Same.” Capone agreed.

She looked over at me. “I keep one of Harley inside mine.”

“I stand corrected, then. Which one do you have of me in there?” She took her husband’s wallet and pulled the picture out. “Robert, you got to be fucking with me.”

“What, that shit cute.”

When she flipped it around, it was a picture of her asleep while pregnant. She had food all around her mouth while her swollen stomach was on display. “Meer, this is not cute.”

“It’s my favorite picture, Sug… remember you were so sad because you claimed your nose was spreading and you felt ugly. Then you started to eat ice cream and fell asleep sitting up… you looked so beautiful, especially with my baby inside of you.” He kissed her hand, and she smiled at him.

Removing herself from her chair and sitting in his lap, kissing him on the lips. “This nigga gotta always make us look bad,” Corleon said, as he squeezed his oldest brother’s shoulder, taking a seat right between them.

“Don’t be mad because I’m that nigga.” He kissed Capri, and she hugged him back while he said something in her ear.

I turned my attention to Jeffie who was already fully dressed, while the rest of us were still in pajamas. “Good morning,” she smiled.

“Hey Jeffie… so today we’re going to take pictures on the swing… cool?”

“Yep… Core took my itinerary and purposely dropped the laminated one over the cliff.” She cut her eyes at him.

Aimee came in from outside with Cappella behind her. “Finally, everyone is up.”

“Yoga?” Capp asked.

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