Page 87 of Quasim: King Inferno

Capri pulled her into a hug. “God will bless you and Corleon with a baby, and we will throw you the biggest baby shower and gender reveal.”

Jeffie laughed as Capri continued to hold her. “Not both?”

“Both… and I’ll even see if Meer will rent us his daddy chair.”

I busted out laughing. “Girl, that man ain’t parting from that damn chair… not even for you.”

“Yeah, you right… I’ll steal it from him or adjust my jaw and work overtime.” She snickered, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Freaky ass.”

“Mrs. Inferno if you’re nasty.” She winked.

Erin laughed. “Your brothers would flip their shit if they heard this conversation. I think tonight we should do our tradition.”

“What’s the tradition?” Jeffie asked.

“Karaoke,” Alaia came over with money in her hand, and sat down beside me while counting her money. “Took all they money playing pool.”

“You know how to play?”

She continued counting and nodded her head. “Yep, not even Roy knew… he thought he was going to get one over on me and I took his ass to the bank.”

“There’s so much that I don’t know about you.” I shook my head as she folded the money up and slipped it into the pocket of her lounge pants.

“Every time we do karaoke, you get in your feelings because you and Capo come in last place.” Capri mentioned.

Erin rolled her eyes. “That’s because you always winning because your man canactuallysing. Actually, you and Meer are disqualified.”

“That ain’t even fair. He doesn’t even sing at his highest range.”

“Oh, so you bragging now?” Alaia added.

Capri busted out laughing. “I’m sensing jealousy because my man can sing.”

“Well, my man got two jobs,” Alaia mocked Rochelle from the sitcomEverybody Hates Chris.

I nudged her. “Baby, you just as delusional as your damn husband… that man is not a dentist or a pilot.”

“Bouncer, guidance counselor, and he told Promise’s swim teacher that he’s a swim instructor,” Alaia couldn’t keep a straight face as she busted out laughing at her man’s shenanigans.

The one thing Big Capp was going to do was keep us laughing while he maintained a straight face. As we laughed, I looked up and saw Quasim come out the house and everything in my body reacted to this man.

He wore a pair of swim shorts, but his Calvin Klein brief waistband stuck out the top. With no shirt on, you could see all his tattoos and that body. It was so damn perfect that it should have been a crime to look that good.

“Somebody about to ditch us,” Capri whispered.

Right as the words left her mouth, Quasim motioned for me to come with his finger. “You figure out why you and your man been disqualified.”

“Oh, bitch… low shot.”

I walked over toward Quasim, and he looked down at me, handing me my phone. “Phone been going crazy.”

I looked down and noticed a few text messages from Zay, which wasn’t unusual. I had a few missed calls from an unknown number, and then a missed call from Augusta.

“I need to call her back,” I left the backyard and went toward our room. Quasim followed behind me as I pressed her name and waited to hear her country accent answer.

“Augusta?”

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