Page 94 of Quasim II: King Inferno

He dated around but nothing ever stuck. Witnessing him with Synthia, and how she took charge when it came to conversation and pushed him to talk to her, was what he needed. My nigga was a leader, and soon as he was comfortable enough, Synthia was gonna learn that Big Hav didn’t play that shit.

“Hey, me and my girl?—”

“Married!” Blaze screamed, startling the chick.

“I’m not married… the fuck… where your girls at?” Yasin said while Hassan shrugged, clearly there for his shenanigans.

“This nigga about to get me killed,” Cappadonna muttered as he leaned back.

Goon laughed. “I’m technically single, too, so fuck it.”

The woman went and got her girls, and they came over. They were respectful and took a seat on the couch that Goon and Yasin were on.

Shorty was trying to speak to Havoc and this nigga started signing to her, when he could fucking hear her. “Oh, I’m sorry… I learned ASL in college, but that was so long ago.” She politely apologized.

I continued to pull on my blunt, and she looked my way. Her forehead was a decent size, and my wife wouldn’t hesitate to toss a damn knife through it. Capone answered his phone while Cappadonna shoved his ass because why would he do it?

“Getting married, Beloved.” I politely let her down.

She smiled. “I’m not looking for anything, promise. My girls wanted to come over here and I feel awkward just sitting here not saying anything.”

I shot Havoc a look as he smirked because he had an excuse not to talk. “We doing shots or what… who drinking?” One of the women loudly asked.

“Somebody in the lounge.” I heard Capone lying to Erin, because she clearly heard shorty and now wanted answers to the question.

“Yes shots…. Don’t be boring on the phone all night. We should turn up, we out the country.” The one that was now on Yasin’s lap screamed, and she had clearly had too much to drink.

Yasin kept pushing her off him because she was way beyond drunk. Like, not knowing what she did the night before, drunk, and we didn’t do shit like that.”

“Alright, baby… see you later.” Capone quickly rushed his wife off the phone as Goon was talking to one of the friends.

She was laughing as he spoke to her, while Yasin had to damn near stand up to get drunk ass off him. He was so desperate to get away, he squeezed between Havoc and shorty. “My bad, mama… your friend fucked up.”

“Sorry. Whenever she drinks, she gets violent, and I’m not trying to wake up with battle marks tomorrow.”

Yasin looked at her. “Want me to knock her ass out for you?”

She snorted. “I can’t tell if you are serious or joking with me.”

“Give me an answer and you’ll see.” He laughed. “I’m fucking with you… can I get you a drink?”

“I’m good with water.”

Yasin leaned up and got her a bottle of water and handed it to her. “Clarissa, come on and have a shot with us.”

“I’m not drinking tonight. Last night I had to carry us all back to our room, not doing it again.” She sternly turned them down.

We were chilling in the lounge while the girls drank, and Yasin and Clarissa were talking. The vibe was chill, and everybody was doing their own thing.

Drunk ass kept leaning on Cappadonna, and he kept moving her. “You drunk and shit, I get that… but if my wife walk in this bitch and se?—”

“Oh, this is my shit… right, Blair?” I heard Capri’s mouth asWillie Bouncecame on, and Blaze’s head shot up from rolling another spliff.

He wasn’t even doing shit wrong, but he shoved the chick next to him closer to Havoc. “Get the fuck away.” He crossed his leg at the ankle and tried to act normal with weed residue all on his cream shorts.

Capri was whining and Blair was doing the same thing as they both locked eyes with me and Blaze. Synthia was in her own world, dancing with Kobe. She was tossing her arm over his head, and he was returning the gesture while they were whining their hips.

I put my hand over my face because I could tell from that look in all of their eyes, they were about to show they ass. “Is that the future wife?” Clarissa asked.

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