Page 48 of Quasim III: King Inferno

She almost succeeded until he quickly pulled his gun, and she stomped onto her brake, swerving into the next lane, almost causing the car behind us to slam into the back of us.

Kobe was becoming frustrated with pink bike, and bit down on his lip while sending a bunch of shots out the window, aiming right at her.

My window in the back was tinted; once I rolled it down, the woman nodded her helmet and got closer to my side. It was like the moment she saw me, she wanted me.

With my knee in the chair and crouched down so I was out the window, I cocked the gun back and aimed at the bike beside her. I wasn’t worried about her; I wanted her for myself. It was clear she wanted me, and the feeling was mutual. As she got closer to us, I remembered the bike. It was the same bike that sent those bullets into Ellis that was meant for Quameer.

She took a God from us, so she had to answer to me. Not Capri, or anyone else, she had to answer from the Queen.

“Good shit, B.” Kobe praised, as I sent another bullet flying from the chamber, nearly missing the car that was near her bike.

I said a quick prayer and thanked God, as I loaded back up, and Syn swerved in and out of traffic. “We about to hit Manhattan.” Syn said, as she continued to drive like she was in a street race.

“There go Hamza!” Kobe said, and I watched as Havoc sped by, literally yanking men from their bikes while Yasin had his follow up, sending the final bullet into them.

Papa rolled down the middle and zoomed past us with other bikes, shaking our car in the process. I didn’t need to see his face behind that mask. His gun was drawn, and he wasn’t letting up. Police sirens could be heard, and that’s when I saw a few cruisers behind them. Their lights were flashing, and they were trying to get around the traffic we had caused by driving crazy and shooting.

Soon as Papa’s bike flew past us with the other bikes, Syn slowly walked this car through the terrorized drivers trying to get the hell out of dodge from us. Soon as she got the clearance, she sped up while pink bike continued following us with a few of the others.

Syn stomped on her brakes when she saw that Papa and the other bikes had blocked off the highway, only allowing us to speed through with the bikes that were on our ass. He sat on his bike and watched as Syn flew right on by before he spun his bike and was right behind our trail while the Gods and Bullies continued to lock down traffic, not allowing anyone through.

It dawned on me that this was the reason for the traffic. Papa had the bullies locking down traffic to clear the expressway heading into Manhattan.

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As we passed an exit, we kept looking out as Syn breezed by with ease. We felt the vibration in our chest as we looked and saw Capri’s challenger busting up the expressway, coming from the exit. As if my eyes were seeing things, three Corvettes merged out from behind her. I knew it was her car of choice when going to work. Her window was cracked, and I saw her face as she got close to us. The same focused look her brothers had when handling business, she had on her face. One hand on the wheel, and the other holding her gun. Pink bike decided to merge over to the next lane. We sped past the water on the expressway, and Capri turned the wheel of her car, knocking one of the bikers over the guard rails.

She was focused as she pulled her gun and shot at the bike that was right on the side of us. When she shot, the biker ducked it, and Kobe used that as the chance to shoot him, sending him flying across the lanes.

I switched windows and shot at the pink bike, almost hitting her wheel. Her hands squeezed the handlebar in anger as I slid my fingers across my nose and spit at her before delivering that final bullet into her shoulder, causing her to lose balance, but she held onto her bike, slowing down.

“The Cruzari siblings,” Syn called out, pointing to the C emblem that was on the corvettes, as they washed up the remaining bikers.

Papa flew on by, and he signaled to Capri to speed ahead. The sound of her engine could be felt in my chest. Purple bikes came onto the expressway, and I knew it was the reapers. It was a particular bike that was next to Capri’s car, and she looked over quickly and then nodded as they noticed another pink bike. The one I had hit, had hung back and quickly got off the exit. This bike was going after Papa, and he was purposely leading her away from us.

The black corvette with a pink outline merged over in front of us, and we watched as a woman’s lime green nails were wrapped around the trigger and emptied the clip on the biker before the window went back up, and the corvette fell back in line with the other two.

“Yooooooo!” We all cheered as we watched our car being swarmed with the corvettes. Their windows were blacked out like Capri’s windows.

Havoc pulled up beside us and saluted to Kobe, signaling for him to roll his window up. He put his fingers to his helmet’s mouth and patted his heart twice as he looked over at Synthia briefly.

“He’s giving you his love… Sim does that to me when he rides his bike and can’t say it.” I explained to her, and she smiled as she merged over and followed the directions that Capri was giving her.

Capri pointed to the exit as we made it closer to the Lincoln tunnel. She rolled her windows up, hiding her face because the tint was so dark. She sped in front of us, and I watched as her plates switched while we followed behind her. Soon as we got off the exit, we were met with traffic getting on the tunnel.

I already knew she had Core on the phone, and he was working double time, hacking into the cameras.

Syn followed as she took us down W. 30thstreet onto 10thstreet, further away from the tunnel. We moved slowly down the different blocks because of Manhattan traffic. My phone started ringing.

“Papa?”

“You following Pri, right?”

“Yeah… we’re not taking the tunnel.”

“Nah… she leading you to the Holland tunnel… less traffic and Core already put the blind spot on those cameras.” I could hear the sirens in the background and the engines of bikes. “Tell Synthia to keep up with her and I will see you at the hospital.”

“Okay. Be careful.”

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