23. Blair
Blair
Mina’s surgery was successful, and they were able to remove the entire tumor from her brain. She had to stay in the hospital for a week just so the doctors could monitor her, but now she was home. Quasim and Quameer both stayed up at the hospital around the clock with their father. Capri had been bringing them clothes and food, while checking in on them.
The chance to get their mother back was something so big for the both of them. They weren’t Inferno Gods in that room, they were two little boys holding onto hope that they would get their mother back.
Papa Inferno was the same; in this room, he was just the young man that fell in love with the wild-heart, Mina. He was hoping to get his love back. A man who had remained faithful during his wife’s diagnosis, never leaving her side, and loving her through it all.
Since being around those Inferno men, I could tell they loved hard. Witnessing the way Meer loved Capri, told me that he had the best example from his father. Feeling the way that Quasim had opened up to me, knowing that he loved me, gave me the butterflies.
My chest felt light whenever I was around him, like everything in our world was perfect. When I held him in the chapel at the hospital, he stared into my eyes. It was a look that I had never seen from him. When he gave me that look, no words needed to be shared because it told me everything. That he loved, cherished, and respected me.
That look he gave me as I cradled his head like a baby, was one that sent chills up my spine. A look that told me that I was in it with him, and there was no turning back. I’ve wanted him to tell or even show me how he loved, and King Inferno was showing me exactly how he loved.
I was his .
He had been busy with his family, so I was giving him space. Not hounding him with text messages or calls, because he needed to have this time with them. The last thing I wanted to do was seem like I was requiring all of his time.
I wasn’t his wife, or even his girlfriend. He told me that I was his, but what did that come with? Did I have benefits, paid time off, what the hell came with being his ? Other than having IG’s with me nearly all the time.
As we pulled in front of the restaurant, I regretted telling Zay that I would come out with him tonight. Yes, I needed to talk to him and tell him that we couldn’t see each other anymore, but to the media, it played into the mess he had going on with his ex-fiancée.
It made me look like the other woman, and I didn’t like being painted to be that. Not when I was happily swallowing another man’s dick on the regular. I refused to look like a bitch that didn’t know her place.
There weren’t many places that Zay could go without the media following behind him. I felt bad for him because as much as he worked for this lifestyle, he wanted a regular life too. He wanted to provide for his family without all the extras that came with it.
We were meeting at an Italian restaurant in the meatpacking district. The valet came around and helped me out the car while Zay got out, handing him the keys. “I’m a big fan, man.” He said, as he patted Zay on the shoulder.
I could tell he didn’t like that the man touched him, but he played it off. “Good looks… appreciate the support.”
I tried to walk into the restaurant alone with my arms at my sides, but he came and grabbed my hand up and paparazzi got the perfect picture of me shielding my face with my clutch while holding his hands.
This nigga was trying to get us both killed, and he didn’t even know it. Quasim already told me what it was, and I wasn’t foolish enough to go against what the fuck he warned me of.
The doorman opened the door for us, and Zay pulled me in first before stepping behind me, touching my hip. Soon as the hostess saw him, she rushed us back to a private area. There were other people eating, however, they didn’t look phased that Zay had walked in on their dinner. It led me to believe that these were very important people that didn’t give a damn about a rapper.
He held my chair out and pushed me in as I looked over the menu. Everything on the menu sounded so good, then again, I was only focused on the menu because I didn’t know what to say. How did you break up with someone?
I’ve never been good at things like this.
I mean, I’ve broken up with Tyshawn plenty of times, but in a toxic way. How do you amicably split from someone that you weren’t even in a relationship with? Zay looked across the table at me and I smiled.
“How have you been, Zay?”
“Damn.”
“What?”
“You sound like you a therapist or some shit… what happened to that girl that was flirting with me?”
I laughed. “I don’t sound like a therapist… seriously, how are you? We haven’t caught up in a little while.”
“Who fault is that?”
I looked away. “I’ve been swamped. Don’t give me shit because you know how that goes… right?”
“Yeah, the difference is I make time for you.”
“And Grace?”
He looked down at his diamond Cuban link bracelet. “Is this what that’s about?”
“Um, maybe. I saw you with her… hanging out with her.”
He sighed. “It’s for the record, Blair. I’m not thinking about that girl, and she’s going hard because she thinks this might lead to us being together again.”
“Why not tell the media that it’s about a record?”
“Shit don’t work like that. These record labels push a lot of money behind us, and they want to make sure they get that back and then some. Rumors sell, and since we’ve been seen together, the support for her upcoming album has been crazy.”
“Wow.”
He looked over me as he licked his pink lips. “Don’t be on no shit like that tonight… I been trying to see you for a minute. Don’t feel like we on the same page, though.”
The nerves swirled around my stomach like a bad milkshake not agreeing with me. “I’m just confused on what I want right now, Zay.”
“Don’t seem like you confused, Blair… keep it a hundred with me.” His phone pulled him from the conversation, and he went to ignore it and then paused. “Let me get them off my line, then you got my full attention.”
“Cool.”
Quasimmy: my love?
Me: Hey Simmy! How’s Mina?
Quasimmy: Lighter fluid or Molotov cocktails, Angel?
I looked at the phone confused and trying to understand what he was even talking about?
Me: What do you even mean?
Simmy: ?? ?????
He replied back with a fireman emoji and flames. I looked up from my phone at Zay arguing with the bartender of the section we were eating in, as everyone else was slowly getting up from their tables.
“Let me get my girl… chill the fuck out.” He barked at the man and shrugged him off to come back to me at the table.
Why did he call me his girl?
It seemed like he wanted to be on a shirt more and more. That encrypted message that Quasim sent had my heart in my throat. The man did warn me that anything that had to do with me, he was now making a problem.
“What’s going on?”
The bartender was on Zay’s ass and stood there. “We have to get you guys out of here.”
“I don’t know… they making everybody leave.”
The bartender looked around before leaning closer to us. “We’re not supposed to say anything, but we got a threat called into the restaurant not too long ago. My manager said a man calmly called and said that he’ll torch this building to the ground if his wife doesn’t leave now, so we need to evacuate.”
Over his shoulder, we saw firemen rushing into the section we were in, moving past us toward the kitchen. My chest was tight as I quickly took Zay’s hand, and we left the restaurant. It was a mad house trying to get his car, however, the same valet that was a fan rushed us to the front. Zay took out some money and handed it to him and took a picture with him before we pulled away from the mess that was outside the restaurant.
There were fire trucks, ambulances, and police all outside, looking around and waiting to see what would happen. I leaned back and took a deep breath, trying to control my breathing while looking out the window.
“Where the fuck these niggas on bikes come from, and why the fuck they crowding my whip?” I saw Kincaid’s bike speed by on a wheelie, as the rest of them followed behind him.
In typical IG fashion, they locked onto the side of the car as we drove. “Just relax… they’re not gonna harm us.”
He looked at me and then looked back out the window. Havoc took the front and signaled to the rest of them to fall in. I recognized one of the bikes from the triplets at the tattoo shop. He saluted as Havoc took the lead and Yasin took Zay’s side of the car.
He nodded his head at Zay, although he couldn’t see inside the car.
“They making it hard for me to take you to the next spot.”
I was embarrassed, as I looked over at him. “They’re leading you back to my house.”
Zay had so many questions. “How the fuck are you associated with the Inferno Gods?”
My head snapped in his direction. “You know of them?”
“Blair, I’m a New York nigga through and through… you don’t think I know about the Gods, Reapers, or Bullies? How the fuck do you know em?” He relaxed, and just followed the Gods, allowing them to lead us where they were instructed to take me.
“It’s complicated.”
“Make it uncomplicated then.” He continued to drive, following behind Havoc as he led us to the Brooklyn bridge.
I rolled my window down to get more air, and that’s when I saw Kiki’s bike, and she saluted as she pushed forward, and Yasin zipped around the back of the car and took her spot. They were moving on Havoc’s word. Since Quasim or Quameer weren’t here, he was put as the lead, directing the Gods.
I took a deep breath. “I mess around with the head of the Inferno Gods.”
He paused to think, and then looked over at me. “That was King Inferno at the block party? Nigga leaned on the truck?”
I nodded my head slowly.
“You didn’t feel the need to fill me in on that shit right then and there, Blair?” He calmly replied.
“Are you alright?”
He laughed. “I’m straight… there ain’t no beef. Not when it’s clear the woman wants who she wants.”
“How you figure that?”
“Not stupid, B… I can tell that you were different when you came back from Bali. Just thought you would have been real with me.”
“I’m sorry, Zay. We were not even on speaking terms, and had some issues, so when I went, I didn’t think we would even talk. I’m sorry for leading you on.”
He smirked, as we continued to drive. “It’s clear he cares a lot about you… nigga got all these IG’s making sure I bring yo ass home.” If he only knew that he was the reason that the restaurant had to be evacuated.
We remained quiet as we entered Brooklyn, and we bent the blocks. “I’m going to kill him,” I whispered as we passed a block, and Brooklyn Reapers peeled the corner, mixing in with the Gods.
You would have thought I was the first lady with the way they surrounded the car. Luckily, since it was late, traffic wasn’t all that thick. Lia and Kincaid dapped each other as she hit a wheelie, and he followed behind her.
Kincaid wanted Lia – bad.
They continued to lead us through the blocks until we made it onto mine. Zay double parked in front of my building as I leaned back in my seat.
“So, what now?”
Zay looked straight ahead at the Gods and Reapers all pulling onto the block wherever they fit. “You feel the same way he does about you.” He assumed.
I couldn’t lie. “I love him.”
He looked over at me. “You should have love, B… I know your story and you deserve that shit.”
“Thank you. I feel bad, though.”
He laughed. “B, I’m fucking Zay… I think I’m going to be straight. This is the universe telling me that I need to focus on my career and stop chasing love. Didn’t take enough time after being with Grace and was trying to jump into something else.”
“Guess we both kind of messed up, huh?”
“Nah, your shit worse… got this man sending his whole gang to escort you fucking home.” He clowned me and I laughed.
“Zay take care of you. I know this life is overwhelming and not what you signed up for. Please promise that you’ll take care of you.”
“I got you, Blair.” He held his hand out, and I placed mine inside of his. “Promise me that you’ll take care of you… I ain’t even gotta question if he gonna do it. He got you.”
I laughed. “He does.”
He reached over and kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Oh, I’m not… you see my family are big fans, so you gonna need to swing over some tickets for the next tour.”
He chuckled. “I got you.”
Zay climbed out the car and walked around and opened the door for me. Before he opened the door, he looked at Havoc and saluted to him, showing respect, and letting him know there was no beef.
When he opened the door and helped me out, I hugged him. “Take care of you.”
“Got you.” He smiled and released me.
I stood on the curb as he got back into the car and beeped as he pulled away. Like typical Zay fashion, he sped off the block.
“Past your curfew, Queen Inferno.” Yasin yelled across the street, while taking a pull on his spliff.
“What in the fuck was that about? Where’s Quasim?”
“Taking care of some business… I don’t know why you don’t think he knows what you do.” Havoc answered.
“Whatever,” I waved them off, and entered the security code before climbing the stairs, feeling slightly sad, but more relieved.
This conversation was a long time coming, and something that needed to be had between me and Zay. I couldn’t keep stringing him along, when it was clear I wanted to be with Quasim. It wasn’t fair to him, and he deserved more than what I was giving him. He was a good guy, and I prayed he found someone that treated him well.
I groaned when I opened my apartment door, because I had been in a rush trying to find something to wear that I had heels and clothes tossed all over the foyer and hanging on the stools at the counter.
Apparently, I had left my TV on in my bedroom, and the wireless speaker on. ‘Reasons’ by Earth, Wind, he heard me when I prayed for you. I’ve always prayed for you to beat this, for you to be successful, and to have all that is happening for you. I wanted this for you, and I’ve witnessed you make it happen on the sidelines… I wanna be your man, Anjo. I don’t want to play the sidelines when it comes to you anymore.”
There were no words exchanged, because I shoved my entire tongue into his mouth, as he gently put the rosary down onto the table next to his book. He flipped me over, and I leaned on my elbows as I watched him put his hands in the waist band of his briefs, pulling down, exposing that perfect mushroom top. It was so beautiful as it sat there, touching his inner thigh.
Quasim was blessed in more ways than he knew, and I was counting my blessings because I wanted him. “I know we just had our moment together about God…hmm?”
“Uh huh,” I slowly nodded my head while I watched his every move, and he stepped out of his briefs while he stared at me on the bed, biting down on his bottom lip.
“Ain’t shit holy about what the fuck I’m about to do to you, my love.” He climbed onto the bed, leaning over me as he licked my neck, sucking, and kissing on it.
His hands found their way to my down below as he rubbed it, inserting his fingers, while he kissed my lips. “Why you moving like that, baby… tell me.”
“I want you so bad, Simmy… please.”
Reaching up, I pecked his lips as I stared into his eyes, trying to keep the focus. Once he pinched my pearl, I was about to soak this entire bed.
Sucking on my bottom lip once more before he moved himself from the bed, he pulled me by my ankles towards the edge, scooping me up. Holding me up with one arm, he held his dick and positioned himself inside of me.
My eyes crossed as he held my hips and slowly lifted me up and then slid me back down onto him. He stood in the middle of the room, as I held him around the neck. “Do you know how bad I wanted to feel you on my dick, Anjo?” He said through gritted teeth as he held me tight, slowly stroking me with ease. As if he wasn’t in the middle of the room, not holding onto anything.
My arms held onto his neck as he kissed my open mouth because it felt so good. “Hmm… I missed you too, Simmy.” I moaned into his ear, kissing it while he continued.
“You be making me proud, baby… taking this dick,” He grunted, as he made strides across the room, leaning my back onto the wall, and going up inside me harder. He grabbed my hand and pulled it above my head as he continued to deliver me soft strokes, kissing my lips.
The tears were threatening to fall because it felt so good. To have him stare me in the eyes, never breaking eye contact as he was fucking me, marking what he knew was already his felt like a dream.
To make love.
Anybody could have fucked me, Quasim was making love to me. This wasn’t just pussy to him, I meant something to him. As he sucked on my neck, my legs wrapped around him, and he used the wall as leverage as he stroked me slowly, kissing me softly.
“Open your eyes, my love… take this dick… you got this.” He said between strokes, and I didn’t believe him.
I didn’t believe that I had it because I felt this huge rush that was trying to overcome me. It wanted me to let loose, and I was holding onto it. “Fuck, King… shit.” I bit back my moan as he went deeper.
He was nearly in my chest if he got any deeper, and my body welcomed him in. Held the door open and offered him fuzzy slippers, because each time I thought he couldn’t go deeper, he proved me wrong.
I watched as he pulled me back and looked down at our connection and bit his lip. “Shit fucking beautiful… you taking me so good, Anjo.” He groaned in my ear.
He slid out of me and then slowly pushed back inside of me, and I felt this chill in my back, and my legs became weaker. “I… I’m gonna fall, Simmy.”
“I got you, baby.” He shifted me, sliding me right back onto him. “I’m never letting you go… never gonna let you fall… right? Let me hear you say it.”
“You…ahh… you wouldn’t let me fall, ever.”
He lifted me higher as he brought me back down slowly. “Good girl… take it… look at me, Anjo… don’t release until I tell you, mama.” He coached me through it.
I wanted to release so bad. “What are you doing to me, Simmy… fuck…shit.” I screamed out, while holding him.
He moved us from the wall and laid me back on the bed, never disconnecting from me. His chain hung in my face, as he bit down on his lip and continued to take me to pound town. Quasim Inferno was the mayor of pound town with the way he was over here drilling me with ease.
Sim kissed my lips before he flipped over, pulling me on top of him. He held me up like a barbell and lowered me onto his dick. I was squatting on my feet as I slowly slid down onto him, allowing a long moan rip through me.
Lifting back up, I slid back down before rotating my hips and bouncing up and down on him. His big hands wrapped around my neck, as he held my waist and released a low growl. “Keep looking at me, baby… I wanna see that pretty face.”
My hair was sweated out and I’m sure my makeup was, too, while I made an even uglier face. None of that mattered as he slapped my ass, biting down on his bottom lip, while staring up at me.
That look.
The same look he had given me in the chapel.
A look that felt like love .
“What I say… keep those eyes open, look at your king.… yeah… fuck, you so pretty, baby… you know that, right?” He slapped my ass, and then put his hands on my hips, moving me the way he needed me to move. “You fucking this dick so good, hmm?”
“Yes… I wanna make you cum, baby… cum for me, please,” I pleaded with him as he leaned forward while holding me.
My words were stuck in my throat because he was giving me the ride of my life.
My breasts bounced up and down the harder I came down onto him. His hands held me tighter as I bit down on his lip. “I’m right there… fuck… give me kiss, Anjo.” I gave him the nastiest kiss as he continued to slam me down onto him. “Cum for me…”
When he demanded me to cum, I had already come two times prior, and I released again, while I felt him push me down deeper onto him, as he came inside of me.
He kissed my lips as he hugged me. “You be taking this dick so good, my love… shit.”
Kissing his neck, I pulled my head back. “I love you, Quasim… don’t ever second guess or forget that. I don’t care what ever happens, know that I love you and I’m always going to choose you.”
He caressed the side of my face and brought me closer to him and kissed my lips. “Baby, I need you to know that I’m doing whatever the fuck I have to, to protect you. You had a pussy ass nigga that hurt and played with you.” I could see the darkness enter his eyes when he mentioned Tyshawn. “I’m letting you know that when it comes to you, the woman that will have my last name, I’m not fucking playing around. I’ll blow a fucking block up behind you, Anjo.”
“And I’ll do the same for you, King.”
He reached up and kissed my lips. “Yeah, you getting in that range, too… not about to be running around here throwing knives.”
I laughed so loud that I snorted. “Whatever, Quasimmy.”
He continued to caress the side of my face. “You know what I would love right now?”
“What’s that?”
“Cooking me something to eat… a nigga hungry.”
I kissed his chest. “I’m hungry, too… would have ate if someone wasn’t prank calling restaurants.” I climbed off him, and he grabbed my wrist and looked at me.
“Wasn’t no prank call, Anjo… why you think the triplets was there? Soon as Havoc walked yo ass up out of there, I would have sent my YN’s in there to torch that bitch. I don’t toss empty threats.”
I stared him down, knowing that I had given the quiet, crazy nigga some pussy, and now I had to worry about if his ass was gonna blow up a building if he saw me talking to a nigga.
You know what… hell yeah.