Page 46 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Is that where the door is, Kobe?” Synthia asked while cutting her eyes at him.

“Um yeah… you see down here. What if somebody came and choked me out while doing my skincare… I can’t hear from my bedroom.”

“Why the fuck is there so much cleaning supplies? What the fuck are you cleaning?” I went to try and move a container of laundry pods.

“Um, hello? I own a cleaning business, Luxe Gleam,” He looked offended that I didn’t know he owned a cleaning business.

I didn’t question where his money came from or how he was able to afford this home. It was older, but the work that was put into it was beautiful. You could tell he paid attention to detail.

“Fucking focus… we cannot move this. It’s too heavy and lo?—”

The chime for his security sounded, letting us know they had gained access into the house. We all jumped when we heard a knock on the window. Papa’s face appeared and we all sighed in relief.

Kobe went to open the window, pushing it out. “Why do you have the fucking door filled with shit, Kobe?”

“Papa, look, it was the on?—”

He looked behind him. “Fuck all that… come on, we need to get ya’ll out of here.”

I climbed on top of the energy drinks and held onto the edge of the window, as Papa helped me out the window. He then helped Syn, while Kobe was able to climb out behind her. Papa still held his hand out and helped him out.

Kobe went from bragging about his quiet oasis away from the city, to having the Gods out here ready to air this entire street out. The sound of an engine roared down the block, and Papa looked around to see where it was coming from.

“Havoc is taking ya’ll back to?—”

POW! POW! POW!

Papa pulled me and Synthia behind the van that was parked in the car port near the basement window. He pulled his gun andstarted shooting back, while Kobe stood beside Havoc letting his gun go.

Kobe may have loved tokeewith us girls, but the way his body language changed and held that gun showed me that Havoc made sure his best friend could protect himself if he wasn’t there to do it.

“Hams, I just got my bedroom set and they in my damn bedroom! Touch my favorite shower oil and that’s ya’ll asses!” Kobe hollered, aiming at the man hanging out the window on the second floor.

Papa’s arm was straight, and his aim was steady as he held that gun and continued to pull the trigger while walking up to the house.

BLAOW BLAOW!

We all ducked when the shots were coming from outside with us. Papa turned on his boots and ducked down behind the bushes and fired shots back. When the shots finally seized, he hopped that gate with ease, as if he was his son’s age. His eyes had locked on someone, and as he busted a light sprint, he emptied his clip into the man’s chest that was on the bike.

“Yo, get them out of here now!” He told Havoc, who tapped his best friend, and came to grab me and Syn.

The men realized we weren’t in the house, so they were coming out quicker than expected and Papa reloaded and was aiming at their heads like it was a video game. “Papa, you crazy if you think I’m leaving you,” Havoc told him.

“Come on, Blair and Syn.” Kobe grabbed us, and we took off running toward his car that was parked in front of the van.

We hopped in the car, and Kobe pressed the button to start it. With one hand behind the passenger seat, he tried to speed out the driveway, and a car pulled up, blocking us in. Papa did a signal, and Kobe nodded his head.

He spun this car around and came up on his lawn as Papa aimed right in the car that boxed us in with menacing eyes. “My lawn… Jesus… my lawn,” Kobe squealed as he whipped back around, and sped down the lawn onto the street, and kept going until we left his street.

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Both Syn and I looked out as Kobe continued to drive the neighborhood. Once we realized we weren’t being followed, he stopped at a light.

“Who the hell stops at a light in the middle of a shoot-out, Kobe?”

Kobe looked over at her. “Somebody that had a shoot out on their front damn lawn… I need to breathe, shit… You think you can do a better job?”

“Yes… we need to be hauling ass and you over here obeying traffic laws and worried about your damn lawn,” Synthia doubled down on how she felt.

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