Page 59 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“I’m kidding, Sammie… you know my love is deep for you.” He kissed her cheek, stole one of the lemon bars and nodded at me. “Nice meeting you, Dr. King. I hope to see you very soon.”

“Likewise, your honor.”

“Oh, stop… Carlos is fine. We’ll be working together… Alright, I’ll check in with you later this week, Mercer. Don’t drive Sammie too crazy… she’s a saint, and you’re a devil.”

“Got that right,” I mumbled and pretended to clear my throat.

Mercer walked Martinez out as I sat back down and accepted the water from Sam. I held onto the glass as I watched them both. I couldn’t trust her ass yet, especially knowing what her husband was capable of.

Corleon: Go near that computer on the desk… I need to be closer to it.

I didn’t even question his techy shit and stood up and pretended to take in the pictures around the living area. Aside from the lack of décor, Sam made sure that her family was plastered everywhere.

There was a laptop that was sitting on the small desk in front of the window. I had to admit, it was the perfect view to get some work done. Sam looked excited that I was into the family pictures.

“That was in Monte Carlo… we go every year for a gala that is held on a private island. Edward and the owner of the island aregreat friends. I enjoy myself every single year… look forward to it the most.”

While she was chatting about the damn trip to Monte Carlo, I was watching the arrow on the computer screen move around as if someone was actually on it. Files were quickly pulled up, and I watched as things moved around on the screen with ease from wherever the hell Corleon was.

When I heard the front door, I continued to listen to Sam ramble on and stood in front of the computer just as Mercer reentered.

“Shall we have some drinks and light bites?” He clapped his hands together, almost too excited that he may have gotten me to join his side.

Corleon: Done.

I smiled and followed behind them, already planning my exit up out of here.

When Corleon sent me the GPS link to his house, and then the shit disappeared the minute I turned down a single street with thick ass greenery on both sides, I thought I was tripping. What tripped me out the most was when I stopped midway, confused, thinking I had taken a wrong turn, his voice came through my damn car’s speakers, telling me to keep driving.

As instructed, I continued to drive, and the greenery eventually thinned out and opened to a view of a mansion with black iron gates surrounding the house and property. Therewere no initials on the gates or a damn call box. Just a gate and my confused ass wondering how I was going to get onto the other side of it.

As I was fishing in the passenger seat for my phone to call his ass back, the gates automatically opened and I drove up the winding driveway that acted as curtains to the main attraction – the house.

My tires crunched against the gravel as I continued, and the structure came more into view piece by piece, revealing the house. With my window down, I could hear my engine humming lowly as I drove slowly.

The quietness of the property reminded me of when you first came from out of the water. Everything was silent, yet your eyes took everything in for you. In those brief seconds before you could hear, it was your eyes that listened for you. The only sound that could be heard aside from my engine was the gravel underneath my wheels. Silence was wrapped around this property.

Shit.

Corleon’s house didn’t just sit there, the shit stood there. Tall and important, like it knew it was worth whatever he paid for it. The warm tones wrapped around the stone, hugging the corners, while sleek black window frames broke up all the beige in the stone. There were three balconies on the second level with iron railings.

The arched windows and French doors probably led to rooms that were even more grand than the front of this house. I lived decently, but I ain’t never lived or been to a crib like this one. The more my wheels rolled, I spotted these security poles that rose slowly from the ground and snapped pictures of me and my car as I inched closer to the house.

The only reason I knew they were there, was because I was going so slow. Any regular person speeding up to the house wouldn’t catch them.

I killed my engine and hopped out the car, my sneakers crushing the gravel beneath them as I walked up the stone steps to the front door. By the time my foot hit the top step, Core was opening the door.

His ass stood there holding a bowl of cereal in his hand, looking like his older brothers. It was freaky how much he resembled them, but he still had his own vibe about him.

It wasn’t like the twins were similar, they had things that separated them, but both Corleon and Capri had their own vibe about them that was different from their brothers.

“What up, Doc?”

I nodded. “This shit fucking nice… this you?”

He chuckled and nodded for me to follow him. “Yeah… been here for almost two years… took three years to build.”

“Why the fuck are you in the middle of nowhere?”

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