Page 61 of Quasim III: King Inferno

I continued to take everything in, making note of the whole display of guns he had. “Is it wrong to move slow, not act on my impulse to snap his neck? He has to pay for the shit that he has done.”

“I agree.”

I quickly turned around to see him messing in his beard while watching me. “Then why the fuck you asking what my next step is?”

“How you gonna do it, Hassan?”

I shrugged and sat in the second chair next to his. “I don’t know… do it while Sam is out with her friends for dinner… maybe she finds him. All I know is that he has to die.”

Corleon lightly laughed.

“The fuck is so funny?”

“Calling that bitch Sam like you know her. Killing him does nothing… just covers up what he has done. You can easily slip in his condo and kill him, but what happens after that? Who letsthe public know that their precious surgeon general is a fucking child molester… feel me?”

“I’m not thinking about all of that. I want to make sure he never does that shit to another child again.”

“Usually, I’m on the side of making sure a nigga’s entire existence is wiped from the earth, but I feel like he needs to have his fifteen minutes of fame first.”

Menace Caselli came around the corner, and I nodded my head. He looked at me before avoiding eye contact with me. “What up, Menace?”

I felt like I was meeting a ghost with the way this man was never seen around. Corleon continued to mess with his beard. “You have to reveal the monster that he is…we can put those plans in motion for you… just give us the word to make that happen.”

Corleon’s hands were itching to reveal the monster that Mercer was. He wanted this man to pay as much as I did, and I knew it hurt ten times more because he had a child. A child that I had yet to see running around this bitch.

A child, nonetheless.

Quasim had done so much for me and everyone that surrounded him. This was something that I wanted to handle for him and deliver it to him on a silver platter. He had other pressing shit to worry about, and if I could handle this for him, I knew it would be a step in the right direction so Elijah could heal with his parents.

He almost lost his life, his focus needed to be on his wife and kids. They were going to welcome a new child into this world. This was the last thing that they needed on their plates, and if I could handle this for them, then I would.

“I want you to make that happen… tell me how we can make it happen? Mercer trying to ease me into working for him. I cando a lot of shit, but I cannot do no shit like that. Goes against everything I believe in.”

“Charity gala I’m attending for children with crooked mouths.” Menace replied, looking past me.

I noticed since he had come around that corner that he hadn’t made any eye contact with me. As a doctor, giving eye contact was part of the job. My patients wanted to feel confident with me having their lives in my hands, and how would that look if I couldn’t maintain eye contact while explaining a procedure or their diagnosis? When you had someone’s life in your hands, the one thing they wanted was fucking eye contact.

“Cleft palates, nigga,” Corleon corrected him.

He didn’t look phased by being corrected by his best friend and continued. “That charity shit happens every year, and I usually send a big ass check. If there is a promise of some entertainment, I’ll deliver that fucking check in person. Plus, I know your sister is going to be there… she’s district attorney now, so she’s invited to all these stuffy ass bullshit events. My own sister will be there, too, with her lobster and pasta nigga man she messing with.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Maroon showed me some video.” He muttered.

“If there is one thing I have learned… there’s always something. Niggas always like to have some kind of proof of the sick shit they do. You got me close to that computer which proved to have a bunch of nothing on it. Family pictures and important other shit… nothing I need. Give me some time to gather that shit together… He has a conference and party honoring him in Ashbourne this weekend. Apparently, he was born and raised there. I got tickets for me and my wives to attend.”

Menace smirked. “Sick fucking bitch… should fucking wrap his tongue around his fucking neck.”

I watched as this man disassociated in front of me while he spoke about what should have happened to Mercer. Although I agreed, the way he spoke let me know that he was down to prove his theory.

“He’s not letting me near any other computer… how else do you think you’re going to get any other laptop that he has?”

“You said my best friend is a dumb fucking bitch?” Menace questioned me.

I looked at Corleon and this nigga raised his eyebrow for me to answer. “That shit didn’t even leave my mouth.”

“Sounds like it, Mens.”

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