11. Quameer
quameer
. . .
I rubbed my baby’s stomach as her greedy ass sat in the bed tearing into a bag of overpriced mini bar chips that she claimed she just had to have. As I kissed her stomach, crumbs and shit was falling all in my hair, as Suga had no remorse on those damn chips.
“Isn’t she lovely,” I sang to her stomach as Capri smiled and moved her head to the words I was singing.
“I love when you sing to us, Meer.”
I looked up at her. “I was singing to Rayce… I tried to sing and give you some dick, and you told me to get off you and get you those chips, so let those chips sing to you, Sug.”
Capri screwed her face up. “Who the hell is Rayce?” she ignored everything that I had said to her and was more concerned about the name.
“Our daughter… you forgot I shot the club up?”
“Meer, when did you come up with that name?” She laughed as she tossed more chips into her mouth, and I continued to rub her stomach.
I was obsessed with touching and rubbing her stomach because I had never experienced it before. I was never given the chance to experience a pregnancy, and now that I was, I wanted to experience all of it.
The cravings, mood swings, and the random farts. Although, Suga acted like she was too good to fart in front of me. She still waited until I was away to take a damn shit like I didn’t love everything about her ass.
“I gotta bunch of names for our future football team… Ryder and Rayce Ann.”
She gasped. “Rayce Ann… Meer, that is so cute.” I knew she would come around and see things my way.
“So, we agree on the name?” I looked up at her and she nodded her head, and bawled up the chip bag, sitting it on the night table.
“You can name our daughter… when it comes to a son… I’m naming him.”
“The fuck?”
“I am naming our son, Quameer… what do you think about Blaze Inferno? That shit is fire.” She clapped her hands while I looked at her.
“I ain’t gonna front… that shit fire,” I dapped her up as she laughed and got all giddy.
The knock at the door interrupted us both being hype about our future son’s name. She had me ready to get her knocked up while she was already knocked up. “Come in.”
“Go away.”
Blair opened the door and stuck her middle finger up. Her ass was wearing one of Quasim’s shirts and his sweatpants, holding them up like they fit her. The damn shirt alone swallowed her little ass up.
“I came to say that breakfast is here, and then do you wanna go shopping before tonight? Or are you going back to the villa with Morgan?”
“Fuck no. We were supposed to fly to the island together, but I’m going to have Menace fly me in with Skyler… oh shit, let me call her.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Cause it’s her birthday, Meer.”
Capri reached for her phone and scrolled before putting her phone on speaker. “Yo.”
She looked at her phone. “Core, why do you have Skyler’s phone?”
“Cause she’s having a birthday massage right now… what up, sis’?”
Capri smirked. “Why am I not surprised that you found out when her birthday was. Do you guys have plans this morning? Me and Blair may go shopping with Aimee.”
“Geeky?” I heard Core call to Skyler.
“Yes?”
“You want my card to go shopping today? Or do you wanna spend the rest of the morning and afternoon with me?”
“Um, shopping.”
He laughed. “She rolling with you… I got some other shit to finish up anyway before heading to the island.”
“Is Core-Core’s feelings hurt because I wanna go shopping,” I heard Skyler tease him in the background.
“Oh bet… wait until I get off the phone.” He chuckled, while Capri looked grossed out. “You need something else, sis’?”
“Happy Birthday, Skyler… see you in a bit.”
“Thank you!” Skyler called in the background and Capri ended the call, and looked back at Blair, who leaned on the wall.
Sim came in the doorway with a toothpick in the side of his mouth. “Morning.”
Me and Capri looked at both Blair and Sim, as he leaned in the doorway, and she was on the wall. He had on a pair of pajama pants and a white T-shirt on. “Get your minds out the gutter. Sim allowed me to sleep in his bed, and he slept on the couch in the room… perfect gentlemen.”
Sim winked at her. “Us Inferno boys do have manners. Gams and Moms didn’t play that shit. I’ve always been a perfect gentleman to my baby,” I said.
“Even when you climbed in my fucking trunk, crazy tail.”
“Sat back there with my arms folded like a gentleman. I could have choked that nigga while you were driving, Sug. Give me my props for something, damn.”
She grabbed my face and kissed my lips. “My Meer Cat.”
I smirked. “The fuck you both want… posted up like we not grown or something.” I looked back at my brother and Blair.
“Breakfast,” Blair said, as she squeezed by Sim, her hand lingering on his stomach as she left the room.
I could see that look in this nigga’s eyes, and already knew Blair could do no wrong. He wanted her ass, as bad as I wanted Suga when I first saw her. “Menace is flying us to the island last…make sure you go get fitted for your suit before tonight, Blaze.”
“You didn’t get fitted for your suit, Robert?”
I cut my eyes at my brother who smirked and stuck his middle finger up. “Baby, I went and then got busy with something.”
I watched as Sim laughed while leaving the room because now Suga was on my ass about this damn suit. Why the fuck couldn’t I just wear my regular shit, and handle business.
Suga balled my lips up and looked me in the eyes. “Eat breakfast and then go get fitted.” She released my lips and climbed out the bed before going into my wallet. “And I will be using your card today. Might buy shit that I don’t even need. I cannot believe that you didn’t get fitted the day of the damn event.” She went on, and I laid back on the bed while she stormed out the room.
After laying in the bed for a while, I finally joined all the traitors at the table that had been set on the terrace. Suga had a bunch of food stacked on her plate, as Blair had her legs tossed across Quasim, who was mixing salt in tomato juice.
Who the fuck drinks tomato juice?
“Quasimmy walked back to the room in his socks… my feet didn’t stand a chance in those heels.”
He laughed. “Fucked my socks up, too.”
“I would offer to buy you a new pair, but those were expensive, right?”
He nodded his head. “You can pay me back another way… you bragging about your fried chicken, right?”
Blair got excited. “My fried chicken is the best.”
“You be stabbing your chicken before rolling it in the flour?” I asked, and Blair spit her fucking drink all over the table laughing.
The drink went through her nose as she choked laughing and Sim patted her back and handed her tissues. “Fuck you, Pissy!”
Now it was Suga’s turn to bust out laughing and I looked at her disloyal sexy ass. Leaning in her ear while she laughed, I cleared my throat. “Keep that same energy when I’m balls deep inside you and you screaming, Pa.”
“I’m laughing at something else,” her lying ass said, and I looked at Sim, who was also so fucking tickled.
“You all got me fucked up… I ain’t never pissed on myself a day in my life. Just cause my name Robert don’t mean I’m fucking pissing on myself.”
Quasim started laughing. “Remember when Za gave us those edibles that Gams made for him?”
“Yeah… them shits fucked me up. I still don’t remember what the fuck happened.”
Quasim snickered. “You said you was going to take a piss, and you went in the corner and pissed on yourself, Blaze. Didn’t pull your shit out or nothing… fucking pissed yourself and then sat back down on Za’s couch like you didn’t piss yourself.”
Capri and Blair had tears in their eyes while they laughed, and Quasim was almost there too. “How the fuck Capone know?”
“Kincaid was there, and it may have made its rounds.”
“I’m fucking Kincaid up when I see him… fuck he telling my business that I don’t even know.”
“Baby, you really Pissy… why would you piss on yourself.”
I laughed. “Soon as you drop that fucking baby, I’m telling Gams to make the same edibles so you can see why the fuck I was like that.”
“I wanna try them… Quasimmy, please… you already cut me off from alcohol.”
“You an alcoholic?”
Quasim shook his head. “Nah. Shit not good for her treatment. I told her that in Miami too… light drinks, nothing heavy.”
Blair smiled up at him. “Sooo?”
“Bitch, you not trying them without me… so give me some time!” Capri called her out.
If this was the future for me and Quasim, I could get used to this shit. Just sitting on a terrace with breakfast laughing about dumb shit. I loved seeing my brother like this, and how he was with Blair. It was the way she was so receptive to whatever he told her too.
She didn’t fight him back on not drinking, and she always looked for his opinion. It was like she wanted him to lead her. Which worked because Quasim was a natural leader. I think Blair needed Quasim as much as he needed her too. Suga was over there busting down the rest of her food.
“I’m taking you on a honeymoon… me, you, Sim, and Blair.”
Quasim chewed his toast. “Core said he coming, too.”
“The fuck?”
Sim shrugged.
“Blair told me… where are we going?”
I shot a look at Blair, and she shrugged. “Sorry.”
“After this shit is wrapped… we good to go have a honeymoon. I wanna see you carefree, Sug. Nothing has come up on Tasha, so we can dip off before returning home and handling shit.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips a few times. “I love that for me.”
“Yeah, and I wanna see?—”
“Don’t even fucking finish your sentence… that’s my fucking sister,” Quasim said.
“And my fucking wife,” I countered.
He turned his attention to Blair, and pulled his wallet out. Sliding her his card, she looked at him and smiled. “You don’t need to pay for my shopping trip.”
Blair tried to hand it back, and he looked at her hand before kissing her temple, and grabbing his Bible. “Go get that suit fitted, Blaze… Anjo, don’t tell me what I don’t have to do.”
He left back into the suite while I looked at Blair and fanned myself. “Oohh girl… and did!” I mocked her and Suga when they were on the phone.
“How you loud and wrong?” Suga replied. “Meer, go get fitted please… I will see you later, okay?”
I kissed her lips a few times and went to get ready for the day so I could get fitted for my suit. I had not one, but two people on my damn neck about it. While I was getting ready, I set out her prenatal pills and over the counter medicine that helped with nausea, and ordered her a smoothie.
Gams had her hooked on smoothies. Long as she was straight before I headed out, that was all that mattered.
It took me an hour to get fitted for my suit, and they agreed to have it sent to Sim’s suite. Sim texted and let me know he was grabbing lunch with the guys, so I took a little walk to some bistro they were chilling in near the hotel.
Capone, Cappadonna, Quasim, Yasin, Corleon, and Capella were sitting in the back at some large ass booth. I pulled a chair from one of the other tables, and flipped it around before sitting.
“There ain’t no limit on the card, Geeky… get what you want and don’t call me every five minutes to ask if it’s okay.” Core was on the phone while Cappadonna was mixing his tea.
“How you feeling, Capp?”
“Old… damn arm been on fire. I ain’t slept good because this nigga decided he wanted to sleep in my bed with me.”
“Stop fronting like you didn’t enjoy me sleeping beside you.”
One of the things that I admired about Capone and Cappadonna was how they were with their seeds, their sons specifically. The way they loved on their sons was something to admire. I feel like as boys we were always told to suck shit up, and stop crying because it was for girls.
Me and Sim grew up with a little bit of both. My pops was affectionate with us and allowed us to feel emotions, but after it was what the fuck you were gonna do about it. We never got to sit in our feelings long before we needed to have some kind of solution.
I witnessed Quasim break down when he found out about Cherie, and then something clicked inside of him, and I hadn’t seen him cry since. Same thing happened with Harley. When I found him with his gun to his head in tears, I thought I lost my brother.
Just as quickly as the tears came, they were gone. He never allowed anyone to see that side of him, and that shit worried the fuck out of me. He needed to let that shit out. Blair was the cure to what he was going through. I was almost sure she is.
“Not the way you fucking snore… Aimee gotta fucking love you because you sound like this one over there.”
Capone laughed. “I be chilling and you adding me into your shit.”
Core’s phone rang again. “Yeah, I been ready. I’m gonna see Geeky before I dip, and then I’m coming to you… stop fronting. Oh word? I’ll see you in a little.”
We all looked at him as he ended his call. “The fuck is going on? Something on my face?”
“I ain’t judging, I’m just really fucking curious… they both know about each other?” I questioned.
“They do.”
“And they don’t have a problem?”
“Not that they told me.”
I was even more interested in this little three-way. “Why not just one?” I continued to question, as the waiter sat down a glass of lukewarm water.
Did the entire Europe not believe in fucking ice? “You fear commitment?” Yasin questioned.
“Nah. Nothing like that. I’ve always been on Jeffie… been on her for a minute. In love with that girl lowkey. She always been scared, always scared of the lifestyle I want to live… I half considered leaving it alone for her, then I met Skyler, and then something about her had my ass stuck too. They both do something for me, and I’m the kind of nigga that like what I like, and I almost always get what I want. Takes patience.”
“And if they don’t want this?”
“Then I move the fuck on… the fuck I’m gonna do? Force them to be with me.” He finished his drink.
Cappadonna leaned forward. “How the fuck Skyler feel about it? You know I’m her guidance counselor” It was the way he spoke like this shit was true. Cappadonna didn’t have the sense that Allah had gave his ass.
“This nigga.” Quasim laughed to himself.
“She not ready and I respect that shit. We chilling right now, and I want them to feel comfortable about it. I’ve never been scared of commitment… I want to commit to both of them.”
“I guess my only question is how the fuck you knew you wanted this lifestyle?” Capella asked, as he took back his drink, something I felt he didn’t need to have.
Like I noticed his aunt’s drinking pattern, I could see this nigga drank to drown out his problems, and that only led to more fucking problems in the end. He was so busy trying to drown them out that he was making it worse by not addressing the shit in the first place.
Core finished his water. “My moms was in a poly relationship for a few years. As a kid, I got to witness that shit on the inside, and I watched one man lead two women and he respected them. Those few years I got to see my mother become soft, allow and actually trust a man to lead. Saw her have a genuine friendship with the other woman.”
“Together in one bed?”
Core cut his eyes to Yasin and his freaky ass question. “Nah. They had their own relationship with him, and they didn’t share rooms or none of that shit. Why the fuck is this so strange to y’all? I want a family; I can fuck two random bitches at one time if that’s what I wanted. I don’t want that. My wives are to be respected, cherished, led and protected.” He looked over at Capella. “Put your hands on Grasshopper again and we gonna have a fucking problem.”
“I’m already knowing.”
“Part of being family is being able to tell you when you deadass wrong and that shit was wrong… I wanna see you do better, bro’.”
I looked at Cappadonna and he nodded his head and looked at his brother impressed, while Capone slapped Capella in the back of the head as he slumped down in the booth.
“We just had a conversation with bozo about that shit.”
Quasim looked at Capella. “When you get a minute, I wanna talk to you.”
Capella nodded his head.
“Menace into that shit, too?” Capone blurted, bringing us back to the topic of Core’s relationship choices. We all laughed cause the shit was so damn random.
“That nigga can’t even keep one with his crazy ass. Soon as a chick do one small thing, he show her ass the door.”
We all laughed, as we ordered a bunch of food. A chair slid next to me, and Forty smirked. “The fuck up?”
“Vacation looks good on you, where the fuck you been at?” I asked.
“I just sat in this boutique with your wife and the ladies… preparing her for tonight.”
“Oh yeah… she was drinking water?”
Forty laughed. “She had a bunch of it while swiping that card.”
I shrugged. “Long as she drinking water.”
“How we feeling about tonight… took a fucking lot of work, but we here.” Forty was too damn excited about this shit, and I was, too.
“I’m happy to get my wife back… leave this ADA shit alone,” I replied and popped one of their house made kettle chips into my mouth. Forty, Yasin, and Core had this look as they looked at Forty. “The fuck are we not saying, Fellas?”
“Capri is gonna be sworn in as district attorney. Devon was able to do what the fuck he does, so she can slide into the position without an election. With Rich dead and Morgan on the hook for all the bullshit… nobody is going to fight the shit or pay any attention.”
I leaned back and looked at Forty. “District Attorney?”
“District Attorney Fern.”
Quasim smirked and clapped his hand. “Fucking proud of her.”
He took the words out my mouth because my chest filled with pride. My fucking wife a district attorney. “Capri Baby Doll Inferno!” Capp and Capone clapped their hands.
“Capo, remember when you first started this shit, and we had that convo?” Forty asked.
Capone nodded and smiled wide. “Hell yeah. You said the goal is to become connected, untouchable and you were gonna do your part as long as I did mine.”
Forty stood up and held his hand out. “And you did yo’ fucking part… a little too much at times, but you did what needed to be done. We got judges, a district attorney, a governor, and soon a mayor.”
I nearly choked on my fucking warm ass water when Martin wallowed his ass over toward the table. “What in the entire fuck?”
“You running for Mayor?” Quasim asked him while twirling the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.
I could tell Quasim made Martin’s ass nervous. “No, I’m going to be working with her… she’s going to announce her candidacy in place of Morgan.”
I looked at Martin. “You know yo’ wife fucking Morgan, right?”
Quasim kicked me under the table. Martin laughed and looked down at his shoes. “I’ve known about her and Morgan for a while. Long as she kept it under wraps and didn’t embarrass any of us, I turned a blind eye.”
Forty looked at me. “You straight?”
“Not fucking really… his wife over there fucking Chrome Vipers and Morgan’s slimy ass… can we be sure we can even trust him?”
Forty gave me this look and I didn’t know what the fuck it meant. All I knew is that we all trusted Forty, so we were gonna follow his lead.
“Brandi isn’t perfect… the good lord knows she’s not. I’m confident that she’s not doing nothing that will come back on us or harm us.”
“Fuck Brandi… I’m concerned about my fucking daughter..”
Martin looked at me and had a serious expression on his face. “If you know about her and Morgan, then you know about our arranged marriage. Me and Brandi’s marriage may not be real, but I love Ry like she’s my own. Little girl is my entire world, and the reason I deal with her mother.”
He seemed genuine, and Ryder loved Martin. You couldn’t tell her shit about him, and he had always been there for her. Part of the reason she had all that shit at her mom’s house was because of Martin. All Peach had to do was tell him she wanted something, and the next week when I went to pick her up, she had that shit.
That was the reason I was able to put my feelings to the side and show him respect whenever we were around each other. Besides when I was threatening Brandi with beating his ass. “The fuck you got on, Reggie?”
Martin laughed. “Reggie only got that position because of some very shady dealings… he’s up to his ears in so much shit that he probably doesn’t even remember what I have on him. He’s on a leash and does what he’s told to do.”
“I know Inferno Gods better not come up.”
“Never. What he has going on with you has nothing to do with what I have on him. He proposed offering up Brandi because he knew the position I found myself in. Nobody in my profession would respect someone with a husband. As much as they like to say the world is moving and changing, the fact remains that men in my profession aren’t allowed to be openly gay. Brandi helped with that. When she turns the charm on, people eat out her palms.”
“Phony bitch,” I muttered.
“Where the fuck do you fit into all of this?” Cappadonna asked, while looking at Forty.
Forty accepted the drink from the waiter. “There’s a reason that Martin even worked with Morgan… I set that in place. Morgan needed a campaign manager, and me and Martin know each other very well.”
“How fucking well?” I side-eyed Forty and Martin.
Quasim choked on his water. “Blaze, chill the fuck out.”
“We know him well enough to be able to get to Morgan… how you think half of this shit came to be? I don’t be around the fucker…. This man does. Did I fucking know about Tasha? Nah,” it was Forty’s turn to cut his eyes at Martin.
“Only four people knew about the deal. Myself, Morgan, Judge Tanner, and David… couldn’t risk saying something and blowing everything,” Martin explained, as I slid him over an empty chair.
Me: congrats District Attorney Fern… proud of you, Suga.
Wifey: Thank you, baby. I was scared you would be upset.
Me: I could never be fucking mad at you following your dreams… long as you taking me along for the ride, I’m riding.
Wifey: Lysm
I hated when her ass abbreviated every damn thing, but even I knew she said she loved me so much.
Me: ydfswhetfb
Wifey: Tf does that mean, Meer?
I chuckled because I just put a bunch of random letters before sliding my phone into my pocket.I listened to the plan for tonight, while thinking about how our lives were going to really change.
I trusted Suga would tell me if this wasn’t something that she wanted. She was a small seed in a larger garden, and even her role would mean a lot. The minute she told me she didn’t want this, I was letting them know you could kiss her ass, cause she done.