27. Quasim
Quasim
Capone and Cappadonna’s cousin, Keith, had the best weed on the island. Shit had me floating as we chilled in the cigar lounge smoking weed like it was the provided cigars. We were in a private section and had slipped our server a little extra to keep the drinks flowing.
I took a pull and relaxed, watching the scene around us. It was a resort, so there were some locals, but mostly Americans trying to get fucked up and enjoy their vacation. Blaze took a pull, then took back a shot with Yasin.
He was throwing them shits back, signaling for another one. “Nigga, you coo?” Blaze asked as he handed him another shot.
“Kiki told me she in a relationship with some nigga she was dating… said they made the shit official.” Yasin spat, taking the bottle from Blaze and pouring his own drink.
Cappadonna guzzled the rest of his water. “Told you to stop fucking pussy footing and now look at you. You want a woman, then you got to get her. Apply that pressure.”
“Nah, he past that Capp… he gotta kill that nigga.” Capone said seriously, as he messed with his beard.
“Bet… think that shit seems right.”
Havoc snatched the bottle from his brother. “You not killing her nigga cause you took forever to step to her.”
“Syn the one that stepped to you… the fuck.” Yasin shoved his brother, who smirked, satisfied by how Syn stepped to him.
“She the mouthpiece… I don’t have a problem playing the muscle.”
Synthia was vocal, and she was going to ask for what she wanted. I knew Havoc had a slight insecurity with his voice, and the fact that he was deaf. It was the reason he continued to fuck with that hood rat that almost had his ass serving time upstate.
He dated around but nothing ever stuck. Witnessing him with Synthia, and how she took charge when it came to conversation and pushed him to talk to her, was what he needed. My nigga was a leader, and soon as he was comfortable enough, Synthia was gonna learn that Big Hav didn’t play that shit.
“Hey, me and my girl?—”
“Married!” Blaze screamed, startling the chick.
“I’m not married… the fuck… where your girls at?” Yasin said while Hassan shrugged, clearly there for his shenanigans.
“This nigga about to get me killed,” Cappadonna muttered as he leaned back.
Goon laughed. “I’m technically single, too, so fuck it.”
The woman went and got her girls, and they came over. They were respectful and took a seat on the couch that Goon and Yasin were on.
Shorty was trying to speak to Havoc and this nigga started signing to her, when he could fucking hear her. “Oh, I’m sorry… I learned ASL in college, but that was so long ago.” She politely apologized.
I continued to pull on my blunt, and she looked my way. Her forehead was a decent size, and my wife wouldn’t hesitate to toss a damn knife through it. Capone answered his phone while Cappadonna shoved his ass because why would he do it?
“Getting married, Beloved.” I politely let her down.
She smiled. “I’m not looking for anything, promise. My girls wanted to come over here and I feel awkward just sitting here not saying anything.”
I shot Havoc a look as he smirked because he had an excuse not to talk. “We doing shots or what… who drinking?” One of the women loudly asked.
“Somebody in the lounge.” I heard Capone lying to Erin, because she clearly heard shorty and now wanted answers to the question.
“Yes shots…. Don’t be boring on the phone all night. We should turn up, we out the country.” The one that was now on Yasin’s lap screamed, and she had clearly had too much to drink.
Yasin kept pushing her off him because she was way beyond drunk. Like, not knowing what she did the night before, drunk, and we didn’t do shit like that.”
“Alright, baby… see you later.” Capone quickly rushed his wife off the phone as Goon was talking to one of the friends.
She was laughing as he spoke to her, while Yasin had to damn near stand up to get drunk ass off him. He was so desperate to get away, he squeezed between Havoc and shorty. “My bad, mama… your friend fucked up.”
“Sorry. Whenever she drinks, she gets violent, and I’m not trying to wake up with battle marks tomorrow.”
Yasin looked at her. “Want me to knock her ass out for you?”
She snorted. “I can’t tell if you are serious or joking with me.”
“Give me an answer and you’ll see.” He laughed. “I’m fucking with you… can I get you a drink?”
“I’m good with water.”
Yasin leaned up and got her a bottle of water and handed it to her. “Clarissa, come on and have a shot with us.”
“I’m not drinking tonight. Last night I had to carry us all back to our room, not doing it again.” She sternly turned them down.
We were chilling in the lounge while the girls drank, and Yasin and Clarissa were talking. The vibe was chill, and everybody was doing their own thing.
Drunk ass kept leaning on Cappadonna, and he kept moving her. “You drunk and shit, I get that… but if my wife walk in this bitch and se?—”
“Oh, this is my shit… right, Blair?” I heard Capri’s mouth as Willie Bounce came on, and Blaze’s head shot up from rolling another spliff.
He wasn’t even doing shit wrong, but he shoved the chick next to him closer to Havoc. “Get the fuck away.” He crossed his leg at the ankle and tried to act normal with weed residue all on his cream shorts.
Capri was whining and Blair was doing the same thing as they both locked eyes with me and Blaze. Synthia was in her own world, dancing with Kobe. She was tossing her arm over his head, and he was returning the gesture while they were whining their hips.
I put my hand over my face because I could tell from that look in all of their eyes, they were about to show they ass. “Is that the future wife?” Clarissa asked.
“That’s my baby.” I continued to pull on my blunt as Erin started to pop lock, and Alaia was acting like she was pumping her up.
“They been drinking?” Yasin asked.
Kobe started twerking on Syn, and Havoc ran his hand down his face. “Can’t take this nigga nowhere.”
“Apparently you can’t take her, either,” Yasin replied.
“She just as crazy as he is,” Havoc responded.
Clarissa looked at him. “I thought you were deaf?”
He smirked as Syn was the first one to make it over here. “You all in trouble… not you, cause you not my nigga.” She slurred, as she pointed to Havoc.
“ Yet .” Havoc smirked.
“And if you were, I would have been in here tossing tables, cause why her hand on you?” She gently removed shorty’s hand, who looked offended.
Havoc leaned back and tapped his lap, and she sat down. “Baby, what up? How was dinner?” Blaze was acting like she caught him in here fucking another chick.
“Hey ladies… how are you?”
“We’re good… wanna drink?” The drunk of the group offered Capri a drink and she declined.
Alaia stood beside her husband and yoked his ass up by his shirt. “Come on, Mr. Friendly… you a designated driver now, too?”
“I mean, shit, I didn’t have a drink?—”
“Roy, don’t even play with me.” She held his shirt, as he stood up and allowed her to pull his ass out the section while Erin slapped Capone in the head and pulled his ear.
“Nah, fuck this… you niggas invit?—”
“Bring yo ass, Winnie!” She walked behind Alaia and Cappadonna, and he was right on her ass.
“Sug, damn… that tan and that green dres?—”
“Damn, I see why the fuck y’all wanted to be away from them… why they came over there busting up the moment. We could have had your niggas if we wanted but kept it cute.” One of the chicks spoke out the side of her mouth.
“Nicole, chill out,” Clarissa told her friend.
“Yo, she shoot.” Blaze warned her, and she was too busy puffing out her chest, because she didn’t like how they came and cleared house.
“You couldn’t have my nigga if I fucking gave him to you,” I heard Anjo’s voice, and watched as she went to swing her hand, and Kobe grabbed her ass back.
“Chill out, mamas…. You pregnant.”
Shorty puffed her chest out more, and went to charge at Blair, and I jumped up, but not quicker than Capri, as she slammed the bitch on the couch and started beating her ass. Blaze had to snatch her off the girl, then Zoya came out of nowhere and started throwing punches at her, and Goon grabbed her back.
Just as it was under control, Syn leaped off Havoc’s lap and started hitting the girl, while her friends watched, not wanting to be part of the shit their friend was chatting about.
“Told her to stop running her mouth.” Clarissa muttered, as I made my way around the couch, and grabbed my baby up.
She stood up and Yasin helped her out the section and stopped when he saw Kiki standing there. “So, you telling me to dead my situation, but you out here being extra friendly, huh?”
“I can respect if you’re in a relationship… he never told me that you were. I’m sitting here with my friends. I respected each of these men that told me they were married. The one with the locs nearly took my eye out showing me his wedding band.”
“Babe, you are fine… he’s very much single.” Kiki pushed past him, while I watched everything going on around us.
Zoya had her finger in Goon’s face as he stared down at her. “She sitting on your lap while you telling me that you want chocolate babies?”
“And I’m raising them Muslim, so you need to convert.” This nigga had the nerve to say, and I scanned the room as Havoc carried Syn in his arms out the lounge.
I spotted my baby, and Kobe was standing in front of her because the shorty that just got her ass beat four separate times, was back up and ready to fight. “You girls need to get Incredible Hulk up out of here,” he said to her friends, who were all dumb founded.
“Why the fuck you out here trying to fight?”
She tried to walk past me, and I pulled her back. “I have to pee, Simmy.”
I followed her to the bathroom and closed the door behind us. She shuffled into the stall, as I leaned on the door. “Don’t do no shit like that again… I wasn’t thinking about those bitches.”
“I know. She started talking out the side of her mouth, that is why I swung.”
She came out the bathroom and washed her hands, leaning on the counter. I licked my lips because she had a red silk dress on, and her hair was brushed back with a red lip. My baby knew that red on her was my favorite.
Wasn’t no other way, red was our color, and it belonged to our name. I watched as she fixed the strap of her heel and nearly bit my lip off at her sexy red toes.
“You like what you see, King?”
“Anjo,” I said lowly.
I wanted to be inside her. A nigga wasn’t even mad at the fact that she just swung on some bitch while pregnant. I needed her, and if I had to have her in this bathroom then fuck it. She walked over toward me, kissing me on the lips and pushing me against the door.
I rested my head on the door as I looked down at her pulling my linen shorts down. My dick grazed her lip as it sprang from my briefs, wanting to feel her pretty lips on it.
“You wanted to see something on my lips, no?”
She grabbed hold of my dick tightly like I taught her. “You know I do… suck it for me, my love.”
She kissed and then sucked the tip, as she looked up at me. The way she nibbled on the head always drove me fucking crazy. Especially when she stared right into my eyes as she sucked my shit.
My love knew what I liked, as I rubbed her face. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and stood up, going to the mirror to fix her lipstick. “Anjo, what the fuck?”
She smirked, as she moved me away from the door. “I’ll let you know,” she winked, and headed out the bathroom.
I poked my head out the door as she walked down the hall. “Blair!”
“You not the only one that runs shit, King.”
My shit was so damn hard I could probably break through this wooden door with the shit. I paced the bathroom, trying to think of shit that would bring my shit back down, and all I kept seeing was flashes of my future wife with a mouth full of my dick staring up at me with those eyes.
“Fuck, Anjo!” I hollered in the bathroom.
I leaned on the counter, thinking of that bitch at the bar that always tried to talk to me. Shorty needed to consult with a dentist because her breath was always bad. She was a regular, so I always played it nice, but I spent half our conversation wondering why her breath smelled like dolphin shit.
No sooner than her head flashed in my head, I shuddered as I thought about her ass. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I grabbed it.
40: Fucked shit up. Good thing you laying low out the country.
I knew not to reply and no sooner than I read the message, it disappeared from my screen. My family was here, and we were all safe, so I was able to relax. The minute I got back home, I was going to handle Polo with my bare hands.
I would do my uncle in, but I couldn’t take that from my father. This beef had been brewing long before I was even thought about.
When I came out the bathroom, Capri and Blair were gone. Syn and Havoc were gone, and the only people there were Blaze, Kobe, Kiki, and Yasin. Everybody else bounced.
“The fuck was you doing? Fighting makes you take shits?” Blaze smart ass said, as he took a pull from his crooked ass spliff. “Suga hating ass bent my damn spliff.”
“You know damn well those girls shouldn’t even been over here.” Kiki scolded us.
I eased back in my seat. “I didn’t do shit and my baby knows that… I was smoking my spliff, observing.”
“I was trying to roll my shit with drunk ass falling all over on me… it was this nigga that invited them over here.” Blaze snitched on Yasin, who looked at him and flipped him the middle finger.
“Cause he can’t get his way, he wanna throw a tantrum and talk to other bitches… immature ass.”
Yasin was still standing, and Kiki had sat where he once was. He pulled her head back, and kissed her lips, releasing her. “Yo, you gonna stop trying to lil boy me… ain’t been a little boy in a long fucking while. I’m a grown ass man. You and I both know that I ain’t no little fucking boy, Kiana.” He strolled out the lounge.
Blaze’s messy ass crossed his leg at the ankle. “Yeah, Kiana… how is he not a little boy? Share with the class.”
“Fuck you, Meer.” She shoved past him and followed behind Yasin while I laughed.
Blaze looked at me as he pulled his phone out. “While I got you here… me and Gams was going over altar options for the wedding.”
“Blaze, stop fucking lying.”
He switched seats and shoved his phone in my face, and sure enough, he had Gams texting him pictures of different altars. “Nigga, I was serious about that shit… been resting my vocals, too. Told you I’m singing that song to you… wasn’t fucking around. As your wedding planner… we need to get you a suit and shit. Cappadonna, my assis?—”
“Bitch why you lying… I ain’t the assistant, you the fucking assistant,” Cappadonna came back over and snatched his phone he left behind.
“Why do you always pop up when someone talking about you?”
He checked his phone and nodded. “Gams is right about that color of roses… it will pop.” I leaned up and looked at him.
“You both in a group chat?”
“Now, you know Erin and Alaia in there, too… can’t throw shit without them having their hand in it.”
I looked at Blaze, then back at Capp who pulled fucking reading glasses out his pocket as he scrolled on his phone. “Yeah, I like that color…I’m gonna tell my cousin to make sure he get the DJ we used for Capri’s wedding… he was fire. Your first dance, I’m thinkin?—”
“I already know what song I want for the first dance.” I cut them off.
Blaze snatched Capp’s glasses and put them on. “Oh, so now he wants to have input… sheesh. Now, I have to rework the music list and switch some things around.”
Cappadonna nodded his head in agreement. “Salah and Ali told me that they gonna be flying in, in a few days.”
“Yeah, Ali has a plus two.”
“Plus two?” Capp hollered in both of our ears.
Blaze nodded while still doing something on his phone. “Yeah, you know he on that shit like Core trying to be on.”
Ali was Salah’s younger brother, and he was in a poly relationship. Except, his wife had two husbands.
“Oh, two wives… got it.”
“Nah, she got two husbands,” I smirked.
Capp looked at me. “Word? Why the fuck am I the last to find out about everything?”
Blaze answered the phone. “Gams, I got you in the morning… I can’t promise nothing tonight because me and Sim bout to get drunk.”
“What?” I said.
“Capp, Gams said that we need to find someone for the cake… the lady that made Capri’s cake is fully booked.”
“Fuck… alright, I got it. I’ll bake that shit myself because I used to make this little bread in prison?—”
“I’d rather set my ass on fire before I eat some prison sploosh you bout to explain,” Blaze cut him off.
I was staring between both of my best friends, and all I could do was shake my head. As much as these niggas was doing too much, I knew they wanted this for me and Blair. They sat back waiting for it, and now that it was happening, they weren't about to let us move forward without giving us the wedding that we deserved.
As long as I got to witness her walk down the aisle toward me, nothing else mattered.