Page 47 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Then, you drive, Hoe, and I’ll be the look out,” Kobe hopped out the car, and Syn quickly climbed over the arm rest, fixing the seat and mirror to her liking.

Syn beeped the horn, and Kobe quickly ran around the rest of the car, and jumped in. “I hear Bikes!”

No sooner than Kobe’s ass touched that seat, she smashed on the gas pedal through the red light, causing our bodies to jerk back. We sped around different neighborhoods, trying to figure out where we were going. I couldn’t recall a time I had ever been to Yonkers, so I was like a fish out of water.

I leaned forward and snatched Kobe’s phone that rested in the cup holder and put the address for Staten Island so we couldstop going in circles. The minute the GPS routed us, Synthia stomped on the gas and we happened to speed right past a block that the bikes were coming down.

“Fuck, they spotted us.” I called from the back, as I kept watch and they were following behind us closely.

“Why aren’t they shoo?—”

POW! POW! POW!

We all ducked as the bullets ricocheted off the car and missed shattering the windows. “Thanks for asking, Syn,” Kobe cut his eyes at her as he cocked his gun back.

My phone started ringing and I quickly picked it up. “Yeah?”

“Blair, where are you?” Capri asked.

I looked out the window. “Getting on Henry Hudson parkway.”

The line went quiet. “Who driving?”

“Syn.”

“Tell her not to take the George Washington Bridge…come through Manhattan and I’m gonna be waiting for you to take the tunnel.”

“We’re taking the tunnel… not the bridge.” I relayed the message as Kobe was hanging out the window. He squeezed the trigger, nearly falling out the window with the way that Syn swerved onto the parkway.

“I told her.”

“I know you’re scared… pull your gun out and just shoot, B. The target doesn’t know that you’re not a good shot… they only know someone is shooting at them, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, I listened to her soothing voice, and it brought me comfort. “I hear you, Capri.”

“You Queen Inferno… shake that shit off and make sure you protect my niece.”

I smiled. “You swear you think you know what I’m having.”

“Queen?”

“Hmm?”

“Bring ‘em to me.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“With pleasure.”

A few of the bikes had fallen back, however, it was that one pink bike that wouldn’t let up on us. I could tell it was a woman from the silhouette, and she conserved her shots because she was in no position to reload if she needed to. She was relentless as we continued to speed on the parkway, merging around traffic. Like a damn bed bug wanting to suck your blood, and she wouldn’t stay back. Each time Kobe took a shot at her, she would serve, and he would miss her and hit someone she was with instead.

Wasn’t really girl’s girl of her, if you asked me.

Everything happened so fast that I didn’t have my purse or my gun. “B, I need some help. Under the chair right there… grab that gun.” It was like Kobe knew exactly what I was thinking.

“How many guns do you keep around?” Syn blurted.

“I am a gay Black man that will blow up a down low man’s spot in a heartbeat… a lot.” He kept watch, and that’s when we saw it.

Motorcycles upon motorcycles came behind shorty on the pink bike, and my stomach turned. They all were gathering around our car, not paying attention to the other cars that were driving. Syn swerved, bringing the car back to knock one off his bike.

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