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

17. Quasim

Quasim

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Mutual grounds meant that you were safe, and nothing could happen. It had been established years before I took my place as the head of the Inferno Gods. Everybody knew that you didn’t bring your beef here, which is why a lot of the Del Devils hung out there.

They could cause hell and then come post up, knowing that they were safe from retaliation. I never agreed with the shit and came close to breaking that rule twice when it came to Cherie and the CVs.

Each time, it was my father telling me to cool down and I had a hot head, and you couldn’t lead with a hot head. I was calm, cool, and collective because I had to be. Couldn’t show that shit rattled me because these niggas loved to get a reaction out of you. Mutual grounds was off limits and had always been.

Except for tonight.

If I did dirt, I always posted up outside of mutual ground because I wanted you. I wanted you to come to me so I could show you why touching fire wasn’t good for you. After I put my baby and Elijah on that jet, and got the call they landed and were safe – I was good.

Malice Mortals already got the call from me that Queen Inferno landed. I sent IG’s with her, but I made sure to pull a favor to make sure that the MM’s knew that my wife was in their city. Just like I hit those up in Chicago to borrow a bike.

When you tapped into each other’s city, we protected our own. They knew Queen Inferno and Prince Inferno were in their city, and they would make sure she was protected without her even knowing.

I was moving ten times more calculated now that I knew she was carrying my baby. Keeping my family protected was priority. “She texted me that she’s going to sleep,” Capri said, pulling my attention from my thoughts.

“I miss them both.”

Capri smiled. “We send the message that nothing is off limits… She’s where she needs to be.”

She extended her hand, and we hit the IG shake as she nodded at me.

Blaze cracked his neck and looked at his wife. There were no jokes or play like he typically did. Murder was in his eyes, because the message needed to be sent, and the Infernos were going to send that shit.

Aside from his brother, Polo had little family. He had a mother who fucked with hustlers who would pay her bills. Bitch was still on her knees in the back of the car for a few dollars at her age.

Pathetic old hoe.

Her boyfriend, who was a low-level dealer, walked around like he owned the town where mutual grounds was.

Then it was his sister, who had a nigga serving time upstate because she accused him of rape when he refused to take care of her after she aborted his baby. Whole family was trifling, and he moved them right in the same city that mutual grounds was in.

Smart… maybe.

Pussy? Definitely.

The Valentini family put money on his head, and I did what was asked. His brother owed a lot of money and got a Valentini pregnant.

Not my business or story to tell. It was never about the money for me, all that money from contracts sat in an account that I never touched. It was the thrill that came up my fingertips, through my hands, and into my body when I got to take a life that didn’t belong here.

Some would consider what I did playing God. I like to think I was God’s enforcer. The man had a lot of prayers and requests, he was busy, so that’s where I stepped in and handled it for him.

“Ain’t no going back if we do this shit. Mutual grounds will be abolished, Sim,” Za walked over, and hit the IG dap, looking between us both.

Me and Blaze smirked at each other. “Don’t need to go back… only need to show em who they fucked with.”

Marley pulled up, another Goddess. “What up, King?”

Wylie pulled up beside her. “What’s good, Mar?”

She smiled. “Hey Wy… you good?”

“Always, Beloved.”

“Lady Inferno, I’m on your word.” She nodded her head.

Marley pulled ahead, and Wylie looked at me. “Fucking stallion… her sexy ass. You see them legs.”

Marley and Kiki were best friends. While Kiki was short and always liked to remind us that her hands weren’t, Marley stood at 5 '10, with long legs and a thick shape. She used to play ball back in high school, which is how she and Kiki met.

Kiki fought the coach’s daughter because the coach said she was too short for the team, and Marley jumped in and helped Kiki, then declined playing for the team. The only women I kept around me were real ass women that handled business just like the men.

I shook my head as I watched him continue to take her in. She and Wylie always had this respectful rapport with each other because they both had ties to the military. Marley was an army brat.

Ezra, Ellis, and Evan pulled up ready to go. Ezra had that look in his eye, and I could tell he was going to fuck some shit up. Before I got my hands on them, they were reckless and impulsive. I taught them to be more calculated, and to think before reacting.

“King, give us the word.” Ezra said.

Capri kissed Blaze a few times. “Be careful, Meer… send a fucking message.”

“Do your shit, Sug… no remorse.”

“None.”

She hopped on her bike, saluted, and rode off with Marley and Havoc following behind her. “Back door, Blaze… everything moving.”

Blaze saluted with Za, Cappadonna, and Kincaid behind him.

The blacked-out bike with the skull mask pulled up, and I nodded my head, knowing it was Forty. He never had to expose himself, I knew who he was when I saw that blacked out bike. No markings or nothing.

I closed my visor and sped down the block with them behind me. As I made my way down the blocks in this small ass town, they were behind me. When we pulled onto the block, it was quiet, with a few people on the block talking while the party inside was going on. I wanted the party inside, not the niggas on the block.

A few Del Devils were in attendance, and leaned up when they saw us pile onto the block from both ways. As they looked my way, Capri was taking lead, coming down the other side of the block. I stopped my bike and sat in the middle of the block, looking at my sister as she did the same.

They looked between us, confused.

“Mutual grounds, nigga… ain’t shit going on here tonight.”

I turned my head to the side and smirked under my helmet. Blaze never missed, and he always came through. Looking at my watch, I pulled my glove down to see my baby’s name on my hand.

Never replying, I held my hand up and counted down my fingers until only my middle finger remained, and I flipped my hand and stuck it up the minute I heard shooting. Playing the piano, you had amazing finger and hand control. That front door was kicked down from the inside as everyone came running out the house with Blaze right there. Cappadonna was tossing niggas out the front door as they tried to run, and we had both sides of the block locked down.

Big mouth didn’t have much to say. I wagged my finger at him as he tried to reach for his piece. He was so focused on me, he didn’t feel that steel touch the back of his head as Capri walked his ass down, and shoved him back on the sidewalk.

Polo’s mama and step-pops were standing there shaking, scared, not knowing what was coming next. This shit fueled my soul. I had gotten so good at this shit that fear actually had a smell. She was so concerned with benefiting from the money her son made that she didn’t realize the wicked shit he did.

Running in my brother’s house and shooting my niece’s bed would never sit well. I may have started this with killing his brother, but I was ending this bitch with me taking his family and then him.

“Wait until Red hear about this shit… he gonna burn the city down.” One flunky said, not understanding that silence was the best response.

“Impossible… that Inferno name don’t extend to him. The Gods is the only niggas burning cities down.” Blaze smashed him in the face with his gun and tossed him on the hood of the car. He cocked his gun back and lit his body up while everyone standing on the block fell down onto the floor to avoid being hit.

I tucked my cross because I ain’t really like God seeing me this way. We had an agreement, and he ain’t need to see what I did. When he mentioned Red, I already knew the shit my uncle was chatting about was bullshit… sick my ass. Polo couldn’t do shit without his fucking word.

My eyes were real good, and my attention to detail was something I used to hate as a kid. I’d crumble a whole paper up if my handwriting wasn’t neat. I could pay attention to six different conversations at once, which is why I was always able to follow Elijah and Ryder’s million conversations. As I focused on everything going on, I couldn’t help but spot somebody slipping away. Cappadonna nodded at me, as we allowed him to slip away.

We drove ourselves crazy trying to figure out how the fuck they knew where Blaze lived. Nobody knew where he lived unless you were an IG. He didn’t host parties and he damn sure didn’t invite just anybody to his crib without them being affiliated with the Inferno Gods. Then, they knew how to trip his system to get into the house.

Larry.

An Inferno God had fucking betrayed the family. Not any Inferno God, one of the few that started this shit with my father. He was like an uncle to me, always around, at every birthday. He allowed the enemy to gain access into one of our homes where shit could have gone left. I watched the back of his head as he lightly jogged away. Cappadonna had fire in his eyes as we both made that realization that somebody betrayed the family.

He thought he could play both sides. But the thing about fire? It doesn’t play—it consumes you.

I took my helmet off and everyone gasped when they laid eyes on me. As the head of the Inferno Gods, niggas heard of me, but I didn’t pop out unless needed.

Very chill. Very watch documentaries. Very I’ll kill yo mama cause I had to leave the house.

His mother wailed out, knowing that she was going to hang with the man she was begging for mercy. She was an old hoe, so she might be going down to hang with the actual Diablo. The phone that I took off Tank, I scrolled until I found Polo’s name and hit the button to call him.

“What up, Key-lolo,” I greeted when he answered the phone, confused, because his friend was dead.

Blaze made those flames so good that it was going to take them months to figure out who they were. “Who the fuck?—”

Corleon made sure to wipe all the cameras in that whole area, so the cops were going in circles trying to figure out what happened. Even when they eventually put that picture together as to what happened. It’s gonna look like a gang retaliation because the one that Kincaid beat the hell up, was left with the fluid and matches, while one of the other ones at the table held the gun that ‘killed’ him for torching his ‘homies’.

Smarter not harder.

I put the phone to my mouth as I stood in front of his mother, my legs shoulder length apart with a smile on my face. “Nigga, you know who the fuck this is… you wanted this, Lolo.”

“The fuck you talking about… nigga, come see me.”

“Nah… I’d rather not. I got some sick ass fetish for taking people’s parentals from them, feel me? Love a little murder of a mama.” I snatched the Louis Vuitton earring from her ear, and she yelped. “Appreciate the trophy… I would take the second one, but my wife won’t like wearing hand-me-downs from a dead hoe.”

“Bitch, leave my fucking mama alone. Mutual ground.”

“Mutual ground, mutual ground… suck my dick. Mutual grounds don’t exist no more… come off the porch, pussy… The king is fucking waiting.” I ended the call, slamming the phone into the ground and pulling my shit, emptying it in her boyfriend’s chest while she watched.

“Get em.” I told the triplets, and they sprang into action along with Wylie while I walked back to my bike.

Capri nodded in pride. “He sent for the king… he came.”

I watched as my brother and sister-in-law handled business. He watched for her, as she watched for him, and they both aired their guns. Cappadonna kept a watch for his sister, while he handled business.

Like a coach proud of his super bowl winning team, I watched as they all moved together as a unit.

I moved my finger like a conductor did an orchestra as I watched the murder and mayhem occur right in front of me.

He struck a match, thinking he could control the flame. The Inferno Gods don’t play with fire, we become it. Polo started the war, but he didn’t realize that it was his world that would turn into ash.

I wasn’t going to rest until I was covered in the soot from his world burning to the ground.