Page 5 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Capella, he cannot die. Blair would never recover… we would never recover. God didn’t bring him this far to take him away from us.”

Capella looked over at me and then back to the road. “He’s going to be good… Quasim ain’t letting shit take him away from Blair and Elijah.”

I wanted to believe what Capella was saying because that was what felt good. My heart wouldn’t allow me to believe anything else because then I would become emotional. There was no room for me to become emotional right now. It’s always been known that if Quasim was ever out of commission for any reason, Quameer would step into his role. Nobody accounted for both Meer and Quasim to be out of commission at the same time.

As his wife and the mother of his child, I needed to play my part and stand beside him. Ryder and Rayce were on the compound, so they were safe. I didn’t need to worry about them because nobody was getting through those gates or guards on the compound. After Quasim broke up mutual grounds, Capone hired armed guards for the property. Every inch of the compound had guards on it.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to steady my heart. Today started out so good and ended like this. We were supposed to be seeing the baby. I wanted to see Quasim’s face when he saw his baby on the screen.

His second chance at being a father.

Her second chance at being a mother.

Me and Meer both wanted to experience it with them. We had been wanting them to be together forever. It was finally happening; they were married and expecting a baby together.

“Hey, I’m in class right now, babe… no we’re not fucking in your truck again. We almost got caught the last time,” Aimee giggled while whispering into the phone.

Capella checked his mirrors, and that’s when we noticed Bullies surrounding the car. Salah came on my side, as I rolled the window down. “Your husband called me… told me to get you to him now.”

I nodded my head as Capella and Aimee were still talking. “Baby, I need you to leave class now and head to the compound. IGs on their way to you no?—”

“Is that why Pops is calling so much?”

“Quasim was shot, Aim.”

“Fuck… leaving now.”

“Aim, who you with right now?”

“Landon… we have the same class… what’s up?”

“Put him on.”

“Okay.”

You could hear whispering while the professor was teaching the class. “Yo?”

“Shit went down… I need you to get my wife out of there.”

“No doubt, I got you. Where you want me to take her?”

Capella checked his surroundings, although we were surrounded by Bullies. “Bring her to my family’s compound.”

“I got you… yo, Aimee, we out.”

“Excuse you, I am in the middle of teaching a cla?—”

“You fucking excused.” Landon barked back to the professor, who was clearly stunned by his tone and language.

If she met his brother, then she wouldn’t have been surprised by his response.

“Good looks.”

“Nigga, it’s all love… got you. I’ll hit you with a location when we closer.” He told him. “You strapped, Aimee… never mind, you a Delgato; yo ass always strapped.”

“Leaving now, baby.” Aimee came back onto the phone.

I watched as he switched lanes, and the bikes remained surrounding him. “Love you, Aim… call me when you touch down.”

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