Page 30 of Quasim II: King Inferno

I was leaned back in the chair, smoking my spliff, while they continued to play and bet money. Capone and Cappadonna were smoking they asses so bad that they started accusing everybody of cheating.

Blaze was at the grill, making sure they cooked his chicken all the way through this time. Kincaid finally sat his ass back down, while Yasin was over at the bar.

“What the fuck….” I heard the voice I wanted to hear.

Stabbing my spliff into the ashtray, I looked over as Tank noticed Yasin by the bar. Instead of pulling his gun or even being worried, Yasin smirked, nodded, and took his shot back. That nigga looked around the backyard in disbelief.

“Hey baby, you want me to make you some food?” Who I assumed was his shorty, kissed him on the lips while he held eyecontact with me. “What is wrong with you? You said you would stay out here for the weekend.”

Tank looked at his girl. “You need to get the fuck out of here, Ashley.”

She looked confused. “The party is just getting started… a few of Marie’s friends came through.” Tank looked like he wanted to slap the life out his girl when she mentioned Marie’s friends, which were us.

I peeped how he looked around, trying to clock how many of us were out here. “Bitch, we in fucking danger, you don’t see how I’m looking around.” He barked on her.

Tank was one of the ones that ran into my brother’s house and happened to get out. Looking at the security footage, he had jumped down from the balcony off Blaze’s room and was able to dip before the cops came.

He spent the most time in Ryder’s room and was the one that shot the bed up. Blaze kept cameras through his house, and he kept one in Ryder’s room that only recorded at night. He had the same camera in Cherry’s room, too.

Since it was an ongoing investigation, they wanted all the video footage. Core was able to hack into Blaze’s security system and pull the footage, deleting what we didn’t want them to see. All the videos with their faces clearly in the cameras, we pulled, but kept those of their backs, and the ones showing them shooting Ryder’s bed.

The police started throwing words around like excess force, like niggas didn’t break into his house, shoot at him, his wife, and their kids, then shoot up his daughter’s bed.

When you fucked with mine, I was going to find out who you were, and I was going to make sure you knew I came for you. Tank was bopping around here with his little ass arms and big ass head, like he didn’t involve himself in some shit that was going to end with him stinking.

Salah walked right past him, toward our table with a few bullies beside him. We were in this bitch deep like we swiped our card to pay for the meat at C-town.

He dapped me and everyone else up.

“As-Salam-u-Alaikum,” He embraced Cappadonna.

Cappadonna stood up and embraced him, too. “wa alaikum as-salam.”

Salah was Muslim and he took his shit seriously like Cappadonna and Goon both did. He sat down and got in on the ongoing spades game. The rest of these niggas were so concerned about losing money that they didn’t notice all the emotions Tank was over there going through.

“Block packed out with the Bullies and IG’s.” Salah replied and tossed some random cards on the table.

“Bitch, what the fuck you doing?” One of the men, who clearly had a gambling problem, hollered.

“He can’t be talking to me.” Salah said to himself, which was the first sign that this nigga needed to stand down.

Anytime a nigga started talking to himself, you already knew no good was coming from it.

Salah remained leaned back as he watched the man continue to get so upset that he was spitting while he was talking. In one swift movement, he flipped the whole table and went right for homie, picking his ass up and slamming him down onto the grass where the drinks and food now took place.

Despite the chaos going on around me, I watched my brother as he grinned. The same fangs I wore in my mouth, he wore as he walked with the lighter fluid in his hand. I stood up and walked over toward shorty.

“What up, Tank-Tank?”

Shorty looked at him. “You being mad fucking weird.”

She huffed and went to her girls that were in front of the house. “Why the fuck you bringing beef to my girl’s house?”

I shrugged. “I heard you like to play with fire.”

“The fuck—” I stepped to the side as Blaze doused this nigga in the lighter fluid that was over by the grill.

He spun around, ready to puff that chest out some more and got knocked in his mouth. Blaze commenced beating the shit out this man in the middle of the yard. He stomped his ass down with his timbs while I watched and noticed one of his homies coming into the backyard.

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