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

13. Blair

Blair

“I missed you around here,” Syn said, as she leaned on the counter while I went over classes and replied to emails.

I had been locked out my work email on my personal laptop, and I needed to come in to reset the password. Plus, I needed to get out the house, and Quasim wasn’t letting me leave without someone with me.

Havoc was outside waiting for me to wrap up. He was trying to play it cool, but his eyes were on Syn the entire time as he stood out there. Wylie was across the street with Kincaid, and they had their head on a swivel, so he was justified in his staring match at Syn.

“I missed being around here, too. So much is going on.” Syn didn’t exactly know what went on in my personal life.

She did know I was caught in a fire. However, that was all she knew, and I kept it like that. She never questioned why the Inferno Gods hung around the studio, but then again, if you were from the east coast you knew about the Infernos, Bullies, and Reapers, and I didn’t take Syn as someone that was green.

“Are you actually resting or working?” She raised her brow, going to grab some cleaning supplies to clean the studio between classes.

“I was locked out of my email, so I wasn’t doing much of any work which is why… shit.” I bit my bottom lip as I looked at the email that came through, reminding me of a client that I had in Miami.

I clicked into an email that should have been answered a week ago. Last year, one of the basketball wives of a player on the Miami Surge reached out to me for a postpartum doula. She only needed me for two weeks after her birth.

She booked me right away, and now her assistant was reaching out to confirm that she was going to be induced soon, and to ask my preference on flight times.

With everything that had been going on, my business had been the last thing that had been on my mind. This was my fault, and I was going to make it work so I could fly out and do what I had been paid to do. I couldn’t allow a relationship to pull me away from everything that I had worked hard for.

This had been a dream at one time, and now God had made a way for me to accomplish that dream and live in answered prayers. I quickly replied to her that I would be there and would follow back up with flight times.

“Everything good?” Syn noticed my serious expression.

“Remember when I told you about Quinn Clark’s wife booking me to be her postpartum doula?”

“Yeah, you said you loved her blog and couldn’t wait to work with her. Her name is Lilac or something, right?”

“Well, I forgot all about it and her assistant reached out to confirm with me last week… I’m gonna have to head to Miami for two weeks… this is not the right time for that.”

Syn put her hand over mine. “Relax for a minute. Let’s do some breathing exercises… breathe in.” I took a deep breath in and smelled a faint smell of lavender and opened my eyes. Syn was waving some small metal tin in front of my nose. “Let it all out and let’s take it back in one more time.”

I did as she instructed and felt a little bit better, especially smelling the lavender. “Do you keep lavender on you at all times?”

“Anxiety… it used to be crippling, and at times, it still is. Whenever I’m feeling it, I take a small hit like it’s coke or something and I feel better. I try not to be medicated all the time.”

I smiled. “Thanks for sharing that with me, Syn. I really needed that, and I feel bett?—”

A car zooming down the block caused us both to look out the window as all the Gods were on go when the second car came by. It moved by so quickly that they couldn’t stop it, but I watched as Wylie and Kincaid went down one end of the block and locked it down while Havoc remained planted in front of the store.

“You alright?”

“Ahhh!” Syn screamed, when Yasin popped his head in from the back. “Jesus, you scared the mess out of me.”

“We’re good, Sin… what’s going on?”

“Niggas being stupid. I hit Quasim up, and he and Meer not too far… they were with Salah.” He explained, and then closed the door back, making sure he held the back door down.

Syn looked at me. “Are we going to die? Because my bird is expecting me home to watch reruns of Golden Girls while we eat corn.”

I looked at Syn and shook my head while smiling. “All those men are going to make sure that we’re not.”

That car tried to zoom down the block and realized he fucked up when they blocked the other end. Havoc was waiting in the middle of the block and the car stopped right in front of him. He had his gun at his side and tapped it on the hood.

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The car had a few men inside and you could tell they were armed, however, more bikes turned the corner, and they realized they were outnumbered. When I saw that bike with the tint of red and flames turn the corner, I knew it was Meer.

No sooner than he came from the opposite way, the king arrived from the other way. They both sped past each other and reached their hands out and hit the IG shake while continuing down opposite sides of the block. The men in the car didn’t know where to look because they knew they were going to meet their maker.

Havoc smirked as he came onto the sidewalk and entered the store. Me and Synthia were already in the window watching.

I watched as Quasim sped on his bike, his arm extended as he squeezed the trigger into the window of the car, speeding down the block, then spun his bike around, sliding his boots on the ground, while Meer sped down behind him. They lit that car up so bad. Where I should have been ducking, I couldn’t turn away from watching it unfold. I’ve seen all the men in my life handle business, but it was something about witnessing the Inferno men handle it together.

Meer spun his bike, sliding his sneakers onto the ground, and then standing up while he floated down the block after sending those final bullets into the car. He saluted his brother, and Quasim returned the gesture. As he sped by the window, he winked at me before putting his visor down and kissing his fingers and placing it on his heart. I witnessed this man murder a car full of men and here I was, blushing like he handed me a dozen roses.

It was almost like watching ballet. They both knew how to move around each other, Meer following his brother’s lead, as he took off down the block and they both went different directions. Synthia stood there, stunned.

“Baby, this better than Call of Duty!” she screeched!

Havoc turned to look down at her and she smiled sheepishly at him. “You a little touched, huh?”

She signed something to him and he damn near stumbled back, shocked. “I can keep secrets, too… My aunt is deaf, so I’ve known sign language since a child. My question is, why didn’t you tell me?”

He looked at me. “I didn’t say a word.”

“How the fuck you found out?”

Syn folded her arms as she stared up at Havoc. “I saw you and your brother arguing in front of the studio. Why did you tell him that his head always been lopsided and he was adopted? Very childish, Havoc.”

He stared down at her with this look that told me that Syn wasn’t getting away from him even if she wanted. “Rude as shit to be in somebody else conversation… you know that?”

She signed something to him and then took off, skipping back into the studio. He licked his lips as he watched her and then turned his attention to me. “Cancel your classes for today… shutting down the studio because it’s about to be hot over here.”

“I canno—” my phone ringing on the counter pulled me from my conversation. Like I expected, it was Quasim calling me.

I put the phone to my ear. “Anjo, shut it down… and go ahead and look for another studio, too. Let me know the price and I’ll buy it for you.”

“Simmy, you cannot keep buying me more studios. This one is special to me, but I understand that it’s hot right now.”

“Baby, you got kidnapped out of there, and now niggas are lurking… we can rent that out, and get you something else, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Good girl… see you later. Havoc is bringing you home.”

I sighed. “Well, I need to talk to you… I have to travel for work.”

“Negative.”

“Quasim, I have to…” I heard sirens in the background. “Are they behind you, Sim?”

He laughed. “Yeah, playing chicken with the cops keeps me young. See you later… ight?”

I took a deep breath because this man was going to cause me to have a heart attack. “Please be careful… please.” I stressed.

“Got you… love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” I ended the call.

Havoc and Syn were both signing to each other, and she kept smirking and cutting her eyes at him. When she did the ‘fuck you’ sign, I didn’t know where the conversation was going because he signed something back to her, and she blushed.

“Are we closing for the day?”

I nodded as I gathered up everything I needed to leave. “Since the next class isn’t for a few hours, just send out an email that something happened on our street, and we’ll be closed for the next two weeks. This block is going to be a mad house anyway.”

“Hey, Blair,” We both got low when we heard a voice come through the speakers. It wasn’t until I realized it was Aimee’s voice.

“Aimee, what the hell?”

“Just sweeping these cameras and such… yours is on the chopping block. Just popped in to say hey… are you coming to the lake house?”

“I am.”

“Perfect… we’re going to swim in the lake and have drinks… well virgin for me.” It was Aimee having a full conversation as she was hacking my security system for me.

That woman was so damn smart and such an asset to the family. Core was teaching her and Skyler everything that he knew. Usually, it would have been Core talking to me, but Aimee knew enough to wipe street cameras and the local business cameras, too.

Syn seemed excited. “Do you want to come? We have an extra room at the house you can stay in?”

She jumped up and down. “Hell yeah. I love swimming… can we stop at my house to grab some stuff?”

Havoc remained quiet as he watched us both. “See you later, Aim.”

“Later.”

I found out as we were leaving out the back that Core had routed all the calls to keep the cops away from the block so we could get off without being stopped.

Havoc’s truck was in the back of the studio. He drove a Chevrolet Silverado that you had to climb into. If anything, I think he had Meer beat with the height because it was so big. He helped both me and Syn get into the truck.

I sat in the back and allowed them to do their thing in the front. “You know you don’t have to sit in silence because you’re deaf… listen to music.”

When she turned the music on, a country song came on and she looked at Havoc. “You love country music?”

He smirked. “Yeah.”

Syn smiled. “Can I play you my favorite country song?”

He nodded, and she connected her phone, pulling her legs up into the chair to sit Indian style, and put on a Shaboozey song.

She started dancing in the seat while doing a lasso motion, singing along to the song. The music was at a low volume, and she was still jamming to it. “I can’t even hear it back here.”

“His implants… can’t listen to music at such a loud volume.” She replied, never losing a step, dancing crazy in the front seat to her song.

Havoc looked at me in the rearview mirror and I smiled and mouthed told you . He pulled out the back alley of the studio, and soon as he turned, the Bullies and IG’s surrounded his truck as we continued to Syn’s apartment.

We stopped by Syn’s apartment where she brought a bag as if she was moving into Quasim’s house. She brought us some natural pressed juices she didn’t want to go bad while she was away. When she made the second trip and brought out a small carrying bag with a bird and a perch, I was wondering what I got myself into.

“A bird?” Havoc said, as she sat his bag on her lap and pulled her seatbelt on.

She held up the bag with the African Grey and smiled. “This is Beaky Smalls.”

I cleared my throat. “You do know up at the lake they have big ass birds that have tried to steal neighbor’s dogs if left in the yard?”

“All he needs is a nice window and he’s fine… doesn’t make a mess, either… ain’t that right Beaky? It was all a dream,” soon as she started to rap, the bird started moving its head like he knew the whole song.

I’m almost certain he did know all the words.

By the time we made it back to the lake community, I had taken three naps and was drooling when I felt the car stop. Havoc pulled into the driveway of Sim’s lake house, and I wiped the drool from my face, quickly checking my phone to see if he had called me.

Just as I was about to call to check in on him, he came strolling out the house with Elijah behind him. He had on a pair of sweats with no shirt on, and of course, Elijah copied him without any shirt on. “Where my baby, Hav?”

A bitch nearly snatched her titties off trying to get this seatbelt from across me. “She said she wanted to stay in the city.”

Quasim’s face dropped and then he smirked when Havoc started laughing. “You were supposed to call and let me know you got here.”

He kissed my lips a few times. “I’m telling you now… wasn’t much time to call with the shit I had to do.”

Elijah was right beside him. “Hey, Elijah!

“Can I kiss you, too?”

I bent down enough for him to kiss me on the cheek. “Well, now I feel very special… two kisses instead of one.”

“Go change your clothes and come out, hoe!” Capri rode by on a dirt bike and turned into the driveway. “Hey Syn… change your clothes and is that a bird?” she asked.

“Let me know the vibe… dressed up, chill, or lake casual.” Syn went through everything that was probably in that damn big ass bag she packed. “Here, hold Beaky… be nice, Beaks, you never know, he might be your stepfather.”

Havoc stood there, allowing her to shove the bird’s bag into his hands as she continued yapping about the attire for tonight. That man would let her practice makeup on him, he was so smitten with her.

“Girl, just put on some comfortable clothes!” Capri laughed.

“Did Meer make it back home?”

“He’s taking a shit… said he had to take one the entire time the cops were chasing behind him.” Capri laughed.

“Nasty ass,” Simmy snickered.

“Can I ride, Auntie?” Elijah asked.

She smiled and waved for him to come. “I’m only going on the next block… I’m gonna bring him to my house before me and the girls walk back over here… y’all got the best view of the lake anyway.”

“Quasim has the best view of the lake.” I squealed when I felt him pinch my ass. “What? Is that not true?”

He got low to my ear. “You think I would be nutting inside of you, putting my dick in every one of your holes and tasting every part of your body and wouldn’t share a home with you, my love?”

The chills were so strong that I felt like I needed to hold onto something. Capri looked at us, and helped Elijah get on the front of the dirt bike. “Hmm, I’ll give you about an extra fifteen minutes before we come over.”

“Make it an hour.” Quasim winked as he picked me up off my feet and carried me toward the house while Syn and Havoc stood there.

“Havoc knows where the guest room is,” I told Syn while laughing at Quasim.

He didn’t make any pit stops as he made his way upstairs to the bedroom. Life had been happening and the thought of having sex hadn’t crossed either of our minds. Quasim was trying to come up for air and dealing with everything that was going on.

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Soon as he made it through the double doors, he used his foot to slam it behind him as he trekked across the room until he was near the bed. Lowering me onto the bed, he pulled at my skirt that I wore today.

I was one of the few people that were happy that jean maxi skirts were back. As a kid, I stayed in a jean skirt, and once they made a comeback, I bought a few of them. One of which I was wearing today.

Summer was slowly ending and soon as the sun went down, we got a little breeze, reminding us that the fall was going to slide right in, like what Quasim was trying to do. The skirt had a cross-button design, and he was trying to snatch the button from the skirt with how hard he was tugging it.

“Simmy, this skirt was seventy dollars… you can’t break this,” As he leaned over me, I showed him how to undo the buttons, but he was too busy sucking on my neck, turning me on further.

It was hard to focus on this stupid ass skirt because my body reacted every time, I felt him suck on my neck. He moved down to my chest and placed soft kisses while his hands were planted on both sides of me.

Seeing him outside with no shirt on was already a distraction, but having him right here in front of me, smelling of his signature scent did something to me. Simmy always smelled like frankincense mixed with leather. It was such a powerful and strong scent, as if it were made specifically for him because that was what Quasim exuded.

He sucked on my lips while he pulled the skirt down and I stared into his eyes while holding his face in my hands. I was everything to this man, and that was all I could have prayed for when I prayed for my person.

Being someone’s everything and giving them the love I had left inside me to give. He pulled back as he stared into my eyes, kissing each part of my face. “You know I missed you, right?”

“I missed you too, Simmy,” I kissed him back as he pulled my skirt off and unclasped my bra, allowing my breasts to be free.

Taking each nipple into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around them, causing me to release a soft moan as I caressed his head. After he finished wetting my nipples, he kissed my breasts before pulling me to the edge of the bed.

I watched as he pulled my panties from my body and tossed them across the room. “You know you pissed me off out there, right?” His voice was husky like he was about to punish me in a good way.

My body was leaking for his touch, craved feeling him near me, and exploded when he pushed himself inside of me. Only Quasim Inferno caused that reaction when he touched my body. All he had to do was raise his eyebrow, and my down below was already leaking and waiting for him to punish her.

“What did I do, Simmy?” I moaned, as his fingers found themselves inside of me while he stared at me, never removing his eyes from mine.

He placed soft kisses on my inner thigh while staring at me. “Say that again for me, my love?”

My moan was stuck in my throat when he lowered himself and started slurping me. The sound of him slurping my juices like it was his favorite Italian ice had me scooting back onto the bed. The sound mixed with his stare and the sensation had me about to lose my wig, and I wasn’t even wearing one.

I think Quasim wanted my side tooth for the taking. To keep it in his side table forever because the way he was teasing me should have been illegal. He made me crave him ten times more, and he was right in front of me.

He showed me that he ran this show, and he would give in when he wanted to. Until he did, he was going to tease me and make me crave him.

“Wh…Wh…What I do, King?” I stammered as he pushed fingers inside of me while flicking his tongue across my pearl.

He roughly pulled me down toward him. “Stop running… you wanted this, no?”

“Yes… yes, so bad.” I screamed out.

It was a good thing that Capri took Elijah with her because with the scream I just let out, he would have thought something was happening to me. A low slow slurp had goosebumps sprouting like my favorite flowers in the spring. He used his knuckle and pushed down on my pussy while I was trying to catch my breath.

How was it possible that I was ready to go to the king and remain here all at the same time? “Anything that is mine is yours, right, Angel?”

“Uh hummmm,” I agreed with him, trying to focus on the point he was trying to make.

I felt him bite my second set of lips and I squirmed, trying to get away. Quasim had a way of turning something you would think would be painful into pleasure.

“This house is yours, my love?”

“Uh hmm,” I moaned.

He kissed my lips while standing to his feet. I was too spent to move, as I watched him drop his pants to the floor. His dick was fighting its way out of his briefs, as he pulled them down, showing me exactly what I wanted, yet, wanted to run from.

Quasim held his hand out and pulled me up from the bed. “I gotta show you that I’m not playing with you, Anjo… can’t have this happening again, right?”

I kissed his lips hungrily as he gripped my ass and picked me up. He lowered me until he was inside of me and slammed me down onto him while the vein bulged out his neck. “Fuck…hmmm. King…. shit.” I couldn’t be quiet, and it was something that I had come to terms with when Quasim was inside of me.

He walked over toward the window, showing the entire backyard. There were three huge windows with a large backless sofa in front of it, along with a window seat. Quasim lowered me onto the couch. “Put that leg up there on the wall, Anjo.”

I did what he said and was bent over midway between the couch and the window seat. My back arched when I felt him entering back inside of me and grabbing my hips, slamming me back onto him.

“Look out the window, my love… you see that backyard and that lake?” He grunted, as he slapped my ass.

The sting from the slap had my heart leaping and my pussy dripping. “I’m looking, King… I see it.”

He slapped my ass again and then slammed me back onto him harder. “This shit yours, my love… I don’t want to hear you say this my house. You love me, no?”

“So much, baby, you kno…know I do.”

He pulled my head back and sucked on my lips, kissing me while his dick remained inside of me. “Then know that all of this shit is yours, you hear me?”

“Uh hmmm.”

He softly kissed my lips and then pulled me down from the window seat. Laying across the sofa, he pulled me onto his dick and watched as I lowered myself while holding onto his chest. The windows in the house were tinted, so when you were outside, you couldn’t see what was going on inside.

Quasim held onto my hips as he slammed me down harder with each thrust. My breasts hit my chest with force as I tried to match his speed. Once we were in sync, I felt my body becoming weaker, and I knew I was about to reach my peak.

“King, I’m going…”

“Go ahead, I’m right there with you, Anjo.” He said as he bit down on his bottom lip, still slamming me down onto him. He held my hip tighter as he lifted me and slammed me down once more.

I could feel him release himself inside of me as I collapsed on top of him. “I love you, King.” I kissed his chest while he kissed my forehead.

We both laid on the couch in silence, only the sound of us breathing could be heard throughout the room.

“Answer something for me, Anjo.”

“Hmm?”

My eyes were already closed as I held onto him. “I’m not too rough when we’re having sex, right?”

I lifted my head. “Never… why you ask that?”’

“I’m aware of your past, and never wanna do some shit to trigger you, my love… I’m always considerate of that, but when you give me that look shit takes over.”

Smiling, I kissed his lips. “Quasim, you could never hurt me, even if you tried. I enjoy you taking over when we’re intimate. Baby, I need that because I enjoy feeling taken care of, and you know what you doing.”

He puckered his lips, and I kissed them while he grabbed a handful of my ass. Quasim was a leader, and the proper one. Tookie thought he was a leader, but Sim was everything that he could never and would never be.

He was a real provider, and I’m not talking only financially, either.

It took him a while to open up to me, but once he did, he poured back into me. Showed me that I meant something to him and showed me how he would lead our family. I went so long feeling lost and not knowing where I belonged, and standing in the driveway showed me that I was exactly where I belonged – with both Quasim and Elijah.

My guys needed me.

Quasim was my comfort.

My safety.

Home .

He was that familiar smell of your favorite meal when you came home from school. That feeling of laughing so hard with your favorite cousin that your belly ached. This man was all of that for me, and I never wanted to lose that feeling.

I grabbed him around the neck, and he choked. “The fuck you doing, Anjo?”

“I said that I love you, and ain’t heard nothing from you.”

He smirked and grabbed me around my neck – always gentle. “Stop playing with me… I told you that you don’t run shit around here. Come wash me up and get on this dick again so you can go be a good host for the girls.”

I climbed off him and grabbed the shirt that was draped on the edge of the bed. “I want to show you something first.”

He sat up and watched me. “Oh yeah, what?”

I quickly ran into the closet and grabbed what I saved from the fire. Elijah had given it to me when I came to the lake house. He told me he was keeping it safe for me, and since Sim had barely been at the house, he hadn’t seen it.

These items were special and meant the world to him, so they meant the world to me. I took my time and washed and folded the blankets, and made sure the pictures were in each of the pockets in the photo album. Between trying to keep Pyro from sleeping on it and making sure she didn’t dart out to the back; I had forgotten to give it to him.

He had put his briefs back on and was sitting on the sofa, looking down at his hands. When I came out the closet, he lifted his gaze and sat up when he saw what I held in my arms. Tears pricked my eyes as I saw the emotion fill his eyes.

“Anjo,” his voice was low.

I sat next to him and put Harley’s items in his hands. “I couldn’t leave that house without you having a piece of your baby.”

He held her blanket in his hands and smelled it. I leaned my head on his shoulder as he held onto the blanket with his entire life. The room was quiet, and his sobs pulled me out the stillness that we had fallen into.

“Baby, come here,” I pulled him into my arms, and he further broke down while holding the blanket in his arms. “I knew you were holding it all inside… Simmy, you don’t need to be strong with me. I’m here… let me be strong for you sometimes.”

He continued to cry as I kissed his head and allowed him to get everything out. “You so fucking hardheaded, Blair.” I allowed him to lift me up and he pulled me into his arms, kissing me on the lips.

Tasting the saltiness of his tears, I hugged him tightly. “Well, you knew that when you fell in love with me.” I smiled, wiping his tears away.

“Don’t ever leave me, baby.”

“I don’t ever have plans on doing so… you make sure you do the same, okay?” He kissed my lips and hugged me.

“Thank you, my love,” he whispered into my ear as we held each other.