Page 6 of Quasim III: King Inferno

“Love you more, Capella. Be careful, please.”

“Always.”

Capella continued across the bridge, bringing us into Staten Island. I’ve always noticed that Capella resembled my brother but seeing him on the phone making sure his wife was secure, while bringing me to Meer, really showed me that my nephew had come into his own.

“Why didn’t he take him to the hospital? What is going on, Capella?” I questioned the further we got into Staten Island, and I hadn’t seen one hospital in view.

“Capone set it up this way… been working on this since before my pops came home. Everything finally came together. It took a minute to get everything that was needed.”

He was saying a bunch of nothing, which had me nervous. This wasn’t the time for us to be experimenting when Quasim had been shot. As he whipped through this upscale neighborhood, I really became nervous.

Capella hit a code, and the gates opened as he sped into the large driveway. Killing the engine, we both jumped out and I followed behind him since he seemed to know more than me. What was this place?

Soon as we entered the front door, there was blood all over the foyer and I heard my husband’s mouth. “Fuck all that shit… I’m not doing shit until my fucking Suga walk through that door!”

“Meer?”

He became quiet, and I heard them all yelling for him to stay still. My husband was hardheaded and rounded the corner, blood dripping all over the floor behind him. When he sawme, he took the biggest breath, and I rushed into his arms. Immediately, he covered my face in kisses, holding onto me for dear life.

“Sug, don’t do no shit like that ever again… do you fucking hear me?”

I had tears in my eyes. “I couldn’t allow them to get away… they don’t get the privilege of doing that.”

“We need to remove that bullet because you are losing a lot of blood.” One of the doctors came around the corner, concerned with my husband’s current state.

It was then that I remembered that he had been shot, too, and he was more focused on me. “I’m not going nowhere unless my wife is with me.”

They didn’t bother to argue with him, getting him onto a gurney, which surprised the shit out of me. The inside of the home was filled with warm earth tones, and it seemed like someone actually lived here. As I followed behind them while they rolled him down the hall, I saw Blair pacing in the living room. When she looked up and saw me, she rushed around the couch as I rushed to her.

“Capri, I don’t know what I’m going to do… I can’t breathe… they won’t tell me anything.” She spoke so many words at once as I held her.

Havoc sat on one couch while Syn sat on another one. “She won’t calm down and Hassan has already threatened that he would sedate her if she didn’t calm down.”

I took her hand and pulled her with me as we went down the hall. A nurse came from the kitchen, and she looked at us as we were trying to figure out where they went. “Down that hall and take the elevator or steps to the lower level.”

It was so much going on that I didn’t know what to say or do. “Who owns this house?”

She dried her hands and grabbed a lunch bag from the fridge. “Del Go’s sanctuary.”

I paused because our family’s trucking business was Del Go. How was this place named the same thing? “I’m confused… you work here?”

“Yes. There’s a full staff of doctors and nurses that work here.” Her phone chimed, and she looked alarmed. “I have to go.”

We watched as she quickly ran down the same hall she told us to go down. Still holding hands, Blair and I rushed down the hall and took the steps. The two flights of stairs took us down to a basement, and we both stopped short once we saw what was there.

“What the fuck is this, Capri?” Blair whispered.

I squeezed her hand, not having a direct answer to what we were looking at. The entire basement was the same square footage as the upstairs we had left from; however, it wasn’t the same warm and cozy vibe that you got upstairs.

Downstairs was the exact replica of an entire hospital. There was a nurse’s station, triage rooms, and actual hospital rooms. Further down the hall, there were two double doors with restricted access.

“I don’t give a fuck what they talking about… If you’re operating on him, I want to be in there with him.”

The doctor sighed as Hassan towered over him. “Dr. King, this isn’t the time for you to experiment with your skills.”

Hassan walked away while counting, then turned back to face the doctor. “Don’t fucking insult me. I’ve been in an operating room plenty of times. What I’m telling you is that man is the closest thing I have to a big brother. He saved my life and is the reason I am a doctor today. It’s my turn to save him now.”

The doctor reached up and touched his shoulder. “Scrub in and be quick.”

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