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

28. Blair

Blair

Recommendation: Let’s Get Married By Jagged Edge

After me and Capri went back to the restaurant to grab something to go, we ate on the beach before we started to out yawn each other. Zoya was somewhere with Goon, and Syn was on the beach with Havoc. Kobe did his nighttime routine and came out with a bonnet and his tea, and said he was going to sleep.

We had enough entertainment for the night. It wasn’t that we pulled up to the lounge because we thought any of our men would do something. I knew firsthand that I had a mean man, and he wasn’t about to give any chick any added conversation.

We all wanted to pay them back for always snatching us out of somewhere. This was our chance to snatch they asses up, and then that bitch got feisty out the mouth. For a minute, I forgot I was even pregnant until Kobe reminded me.

I saw the look in Simmy’s eyes when he saw me swing my arm back, and I already knew I needed to chill before my stupid ass got dealt with. In the bathroom, I needed to pay him back because when he said he ran shit, he really did run shit.

Still, I needed his ass to realize that he wasn’t the only person that ran shit around here. Like he had my ass chasing behind him, he was the same exact way. Maybe I was the louder crash out, but a crash out was a damn crash out, at the end of the day.

I had finally showered and gotten comfortable in bed, asleep, when I jumped up in the bed from hearing someone singing loud as shit. The window to the room was open and our beach was private, so nobody should have been on it but whoever belonged.

Climbing out the bed, I left the room, and Capri was coming down the stairs while Zoya was coming around the corner from the downstairs room with Goon behind her.

“Get your mind out the gutter… we were watching a movie.” She quickly defended herself, as Goon stood behind her with no shirt on.

“Meet me at the altar?” I heard singing again, and we rushed to the backyard, and I closed my eyes at the sight before me.

Quasim was ripping his white shirt, while Meer was behind him hyping him up, both of them drunk as shit. “Do it, yeahhhh,” Meer had his background vocals.

They were slurring and stumbling as Sim continued to sing while ripping his shirt, and I couldn’t keep a straight face because I had never seen him so uncontrolled. He dropped to his knees and sang how he was ready to commit to me, while Meer started dry humping the grass behind him.

Capri was on the floor howling as she watched, while Zoya was recording them as they performed ‘Let’s Get Married’.

“Do ittttt, yeah, Do ittttttt!” He continued to sing while I had tears falling down my face because I was in literal tears, laughing with Capri.

I could smell the liquor all the way over here as they danced. With all the ripping of the shirt he was doing, you would have thought it would be off him. It was around his neck and looked like the Hulk had got his ass.

“I wanna do you, too, Anjo… let me do you.” He sang, and I put my hand over my face as I watched his sweaty ass with this drunken look of lust in his eyes.

Capri could not stop laughing each time she tried to get up. Meer was still grinding on the grass while Quasim was on his knees like it was an old school R&B video shoot. “Quasim, you are fucked up.”

“Hell yeah… don’t ever fucking chal…chal…you know what the fuck I mean,” he slurred, as I tried to help him up, and he pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips.

“How fucking much did you drink?” Goon laughed as he helped a grinding Meer. Sim had stopped singing and Meer’s ass was in the background still screaming ‘ do itttt’

“Thirty…” he used his finger to count and then stuck his middle finger up. “That many shots, nigga.” Goon was trying to get Meer up while his wife couldn’t breathe from laughing.

Zoya had joined her while showing her the footage she captured. “Can I do youuuuu, Blairrrrrrr,” Sim started singing and I grabbed his lips up.

“You are way too damn drunk… let’s go to bed.” I waved the smell of alcohol away from me.

He smelled like he had been in the bottom of a damn bottle of rum. “Not drunk enough to do youuuuuu!”

Soon as he said do you, Meer pounced back on the floor and continued to dry hump the grass. Goon kicked his ass and walked away. “Nah, fuck this… get yo freaky ass husband, Pri.”

“Goon, I promise…. promise I can’t move because I peed all over myself.” She busted out laughing more, as she lifted herself and the pavement was wet.

“Nah, I’m taking my God baby for full custody…I’m going to fucking bed. Baby Cakes, we going to bed.”

“I am not sleeping in your bed, Gerald.” Zoya continued to laugh.

“You not gonna sleep in my bed?” He turned to look at her, and she stood firm.

She folded her arms. “If I slept in your bed while in a relationship, you’ll be thinking I’d do that to you… nope.”

“Nah, Baby… you not crazy enough to do no shit like that with me. Me and your brother cut from the same cloth.” He winked, as he left us out here to wrangle these fools alone.

“Baby, you sweating like you ran a marathon.”

He kissed my lips, and I tasted the rum. “I wanna fuck the shit out of you and put another baby to join that baby and add another baby to join that one, then ano?—”

“Yo, Pop, race me to the water.”

“Oh, fuck no… don’t go racing… please,” Capri begged.

Meer hopped to his feet, and Sim put me on the grass beside him, as he snatched the pieces of shirt off while Meer pulled his shirt off.

“Quameer Robert Inferno!” Capri screamed, and this nigga looked at her, put his hands to the back and ran forward with his brother on him.

Capri jumped to her feet, pissy and all, and took off running behind them while I sat there crying laughing because how was this our life?

“Blair, come the hell on? Your man is doing the fucking worm in the sand… oh my God!” She stomped her feet, no longer laughing.

When I met Capri in college, I never thought this would be our lives. That she would be married to Meer, and that I would be about to marry his brother. I’ve always felt this close connection with her, and when I disappeared on everyone, she was one of the people I missed the most. I watched as she called, texted, and left voicemails, wanting to make sure that I was alright. Now, we were about to become sisters and be married to the Inferno brothers.

I got up from the grass and ran down to the beach to help her bring their asses back. Capri was running and chasing both of them while they played monkey in the middle with her bonnet. Syn joined in with them while Havoc was chasing her drunk ass around, and when he caught her, she was kicking and laughing while he carried her ass off the beach.

I touched my chest, and thanked God for this.

Thank you.