Quasim II: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods #2)

10. Quasim

Quasim

I didn’t trust that nigga Tookie as far as I could throw his ass. He was standing in front of me, telling me that there was no beef when I killed his grandfather and cousin.

I don’t give a fuck how much somebody’s beef wasn’t mine; I would never sit in my enemy’s face and tell him that we didn’t have any beef. The reason the Infernos were untouchable was because we didn’t trust shit or let anything slide.

He thought I wasn’t paying attention to the way he was staring at my wife. The way he looked at her made me uneasy, which is why I didn’t trust shit that came out his mouth. Since we were on mutual grounds, I couldn’t do shit about it.

Every biker gang in the tri-state knew that if a meeting was called in a neutral zone, you didn’t bring your beef there.

The last time we were called onto mutual grounds was when we called the truce with the Chrome Vipers. It took Blaze, Havoc, and my father to hold me back and snatch my gun from my hand because I was about to air that bitch out.

Apparently, niggas was still in their feelings because I pistol whipped one of them.

He couldn’t fathom how she was with me and not with him. The nigga was sick in the head if he thought she should stick around and be with him. Anjo had talks with me about her going back every time she wanted to leave. My baby was strong and the last time she left was the last time she was with him.

We gonna ignore how she was still sliding back with him before she found her goddamn brain. It took that nigga kidnapping her for her to realize that nigga meant her no good, and she been right ever since.

Tookie was an addict, and the fact that money was low because the majority of his people were either dead or riding with Polo, didn’t mean he had become smarter and realized he could never win.

It only meant that he was sitting tight to see how this played out. When that money became lower, he was going where the money was, and he knew coming this way wasn’t an option. He was the breadwinner for his family, so when money was tight for him, that meant the shit was tight for his entire family.

I always told Blaze that I didn’t trust that nigga, because he wanted to be him. I would watch how he moved. Always so caught up into Brandi, and always giving the wrong fucking advice. It was like he wanted Blaze to walk into traffic blind with the shit he used to advise him. As much as he had blinders on when it came to Brandi, he wasn’t as stupid when it came to his fake ass best friend. He didn’t let Tookie tell his ass anything and just sit with it.

That was why Blaze was a problem for Tookie. He couldn’t control him or run his shit. My brother was a natural leader and came from a long line of big steppas that handled they shit. He could never play second fiddle to some lame ass nigga.

Even though I joked with him about being the spare, he had carried himself like that nigga because he was that nigga. Blaze struggled for a while, trying to figure out where he fit within our family. As I took the lead, he was still trying to find his way.

I didn’t have to worry about Blaze anymore.

“This my mama’s shit,” Kincaid got up when ‘Square Biz’ by Teena Marie came on and started hitting the running man with a blunt hanging from his lips.

I took a pull from my blunt as Capone held his stomach and laughed while I shook my head, watching this nigga. The rest of the men at the card table continued to play spades while drinking. Cappadonna tossed down a card, and the other nigga across from him sucked his teeth.

“You cheating… ain’t no fucking way you kicking our ass like this.”

Cappadonna looked at his twin before returning his attention back to homie. “Nigga, I used to be a professional gambler in Vegas.”

We all looked at him because the man believed him, but we knew Capp was fucking lying. It was crazy how he said the shit with a straight face.

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 eye contact 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.

All he saw was his friend on the ground getting stomped out and he was on go. He got respect for having his homie’s follow up, but donkey of the day for not knowing when to stand down.

His focus was on his friend, so when I punched him in the side of the neck, he started choking. Blaze had pent up aggression from them running into his crib, so he was going in. “Go ahead… get up.”

I gave him a fair chance.

While his ass was still on the floor trying to locate his tonsils, I stepped on his chest, putting my entire weight on him. I was in the middle of the yard doing step aerobics like I was Jean Simmons.

Each time I stepped on him; I could feel something crack. “What happened, son-son?” I manically laughed as I continued to switch feet.

“Nah, let me see… I ain’t worked out in a few days.” Capone came over and started doing the same thing.

Blaze finished with homie, as the last remaining fuck heads were staring on in horror. I picked this kickback because everyone in this backyard had some shit with them. The ass hats that we were playing spades with had been fucking with Capone and Cappadonna’s traps in the neighborhood.

They had removed so many and were pulling back because of this import deal that we were close to closing. There were a few they had to take their time with closing, and these fuckers kept running in they shit.

Gams always told me that you can wash yo ass and listen at the same time. She always said the wildest shit when she could have said ‘killed two birds with one stone’. Either way, she would be proud that we were handling two problems at once.

Blaze had this grin on his face as his fists were covered in blood. He handed me Tank’s phone, and I nodded. “Appreciate it.”

The sound of motorcycles roaring could be heard loudly, echoing like cicadas on a summer night. Bia came into the backyard and pointed at one of the niggas that was staying so still, he prayed he turned invisible. “You… remember I said I would see you?”

“What up, Bia? Fuck he did?” Salah questioned, as he rested his big ass boots on the nigga’s back that he had just slammed moments before.

“Stole Lia’s fucking bike last year and told me to get it back in blood.”

Kincaid jumped over the bar and looked at Bia. “He robbed my baby? Don’t even worry yourself, Bia.”

Bia snickered and shook her head. “Appreciate it, Kincaid.”

Kincaid cracked his neck and kicked that nigga out the chair and whopped his ass. I pocketed the phone and pulled my gun out. “Light this bitch up.”

“With pleasure.” Blaze emptied the rest of the fluid on homie and his friend, then tossed that match on them.

Whenever Blaze was around fire, he got this zoned out gaze in his eyes. It was like it was his favorite thing in the entire world, and seeing his work in the moment wasn’t any different.

They hollered while trying to move around. I let my shit go and ended both of them at the same time while the Gods and Capone did the same with everyone that was left in the yard.

Soon as I headed from the backyard, everyone looked away, knowing the code. Brooklyn was the Bullies’ and Reapers’ territory, so everyone knew to keep they mouths shut. I got on my bike and pulled away from the curb. Salah and Bia came out behind me and got on their bikes. Respectfully, they hung back and allowed me to pull out, leading everyone off the block.

As I continued down the block, niggas nodded their heads as we passed by. “The king is fucking back!” One of them hollered as he saluted while I peeled off the block.

If you play with fire, the Inferno Gods will show you how it feels to burn.