Page 100 of Quasim: King Inferno

I also knew that I was putting her into something newer and more reliable, because she wasn’t about to keep having that shit break down on her.

“You done,” Havoc said, and stood up to stretch.

Whenever he didn’t have his ears on, as we all liked to say, he never spoke. Since Yasin wasn’t here, and he knew I only knew limited sign language, he had no other choice. Sitting up, I pulled Blair between my legs and kissed her on the neck.

“Pretty soon, you’re not going to have any room for anymore.”

“I got room for one more, though.”

She looked at me confused. “How are you talking about one more when you just got one?”

“Put your name on me.”

Blair laughed, then stopped when she realized that I was serious. “Are you serious?”

I signed to Havoc to give her the tattoo gun.

He held his hand up and went to the back for a few, then came back. “The fuck you asking me, Sim? Cause I don’t know what fuck that was.”

Blair started laughing. “Give her the gun, I want her to write her name on me.”

He didn’t question it, as he showed her how to use the gun, and then looked for me to pick a place. “You seriously want my name on you?”

“Am I the kind of nigga that do shit that I don’t mean?”

“No.”

“Put it right here,” I pointed to that small space between my thumb and wrist.

She rubbed it gently. “Right there? Why… it might hurt.”

“When I’m on my bike, I’ll look down and you right there.” She was so damn soft and emotional and had tears in her eyes.

“And the shit not going to hurt… he just got his tattoo shaded in like it was nothing,” Havoc added.

Blair took the tattoo gun and sat on my lap as she wrote her name into the side of my hand. Havoc directed her on how to go in again to make sure the ink penetrated the skin and wouldn’t fade.

It wasn’t professional, but that was the reason I wanted it. She did it, and that meant more than having someone else put her name on me.

I hadherput her name on me.

“I’m going to get something to eat… you know how to put the ointment on and cover it.” I had been getting tattoos for so long that I knew all the aftercare rules, and how to apply the ointment and plastic on it.

Havoc left the shop while I walked toward the back bathroom to put the ointment on, and Blair followed behind me. She sat on the bathroom sink, watching me through the mirror as I applied the ointment on both tattoos, before covering them with the plastic bandages that we kept in the shop.

“You sexy, Simmy.”

It was the way she was looking at me while biting down on her lip. “You gonna start some shit in this bathroom, Anjo; You and that hair already got me wanting to fuck the shit out of you.”

Shrugging, she batted her eyelashes at me. “Then, what’s stopping you?”

I stared at her through the mirror as she opened her legs on the edge of the sink. Yeah, she was getting fucked in this bathroom. Walking over toward her, I held her neck while I sucked on her lips before removing her from the sink and bending her ass over it, pulling her sweats down.

“Wait… they are all out there, Simmy.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, knowing I would kill Huey, Dewey, and Louie if they even heard what my woman’s moans sounded like.

Ripping away from her, I looked at the door. “Stay right there.” I left the bathroom and looked at them sitting in the front on their phones, fucking around like they usually did. “Yo, get the fuck out.”

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