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As I tilted the bottle to my lips, something caught my eye, making me miss my mouth. The liquor spilled all over me. I slowly turned and closed my eyes a few times because I had drank too much and did too many drugs. With a smirk on his face, dressed down in a pair of jeans, his black timbs sloppily laced, and his biker vest on, Quasim Inferno walked into the house. When he turned to dap the nigga Za, I realized that was why he looked so familiar. His back turned slightly, and the back of his vest was clear as day… King Inferno. I shoved shorty who screamed at me. Za turned and pointed right at me, and Quasim had the nerve to nod and wink at me. It was the drugs… I wasn’t seeing this shit, and I had to be tripping. This shit wasn’t happening right now, and I needed to chill the fuck out. He was fucking dead, and his brother had confirmed it. But here he was, standing beside his brother, smiling at me, never blinking like a fucking nutcase. Everything was slowed down and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t look away. Once the DJ put on Who We Be by DMX, everyone was turning up. I watched as King got close to his brother’s ear while looking at me. I read his lips. Get em, Blaze.
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Jahquel J. (Quasim III: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods Book 3))