Page 85 of Quasim III: King Inferno

Capella held up a key ring with two keys on it. “Capella, what is this?” She could hardly hold her excitement as she watched the key ring.

“My aunt got you into bikes, so it was only right that me and Rory got you a bike from us.” The squeal that Aimee let out as she jumped into her husband’s arms was piercing and contagious at the same time.

“I know you got more practice but figured you should learn on your own bike.” He kissed the side of her face as she snatched her heels off and ran toward the exit.

Cappadonna looked at his son and nodded in approval. “No need to be Cappadonna when you Capella, kid.”

He squeezed his son’s shoulder as he went after his wife.

“You did well with them, Capp. Never gave up on them, even when I know you wanted to.” I smiled at him.

“Thanks, Michael. I really ap?—”

“Bye, Cappadonna.” I pushed him and laughed as I headed to the exit to get back to my husband.

If Aimee Delgato ever needed a reminder that she was pressure, I would be there to remind her.

Every time.

The courthouse was packed with everyone wanting to be inside and see if Mercer would be given bond. I wasn’t only here to see the outcome of if he would be released, but as a representative for Elijah. This man had abused him, and he deserved to rot in jail.

Wylie and Havoc walked into the courtroom with me, and I watched Havoc whisper something to three men in the back row. They both jumped up out the pew, and then went to stand toward the back with the others who didn’t have seats.

“After you, Queen,” Wylie said as I scooted into the row, and he and Havoc followed behind.

“I’m so nervous. What if they allow him out?”

“Then we kill him, Queen. He doesn’t win either way… he need to be praying to stay in this bitch.” Wylie put a black and mild in his mouth as he looked around at everyone crowding in.

“No smoking,” the court officer said.

Wylie looked over at him slowly. So slow that I thought he was having a stroke from his lack of response. “You see it lit?”

“Take the cigarette out your mouth or leave.”

“Worth dying for?” Wylie had this manic smirk on his face like he would catch this man in the bathroom and kill him.

Knowing Wylie, he would.

I snatched the black and mild from his lips and tossed it into my purse. “Wy, you have to chill out.”

“This is chill for his ass.” Havoc said, as he checked his phone. “You heard from Synthia?”

“Not today… why?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, you was being weird, and she left you where you were being weird at?” I laughed, and he signed something, knowing I didn’t know what it meant.

“Said you a hater and you got spinach in your teeth.” Wylie nonchalantly replied.

“You know sign language, Wy?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was no big deal that he knew sign language.

Havoc put his phone away as we paid attention, so we didn’t miss anything.

Me: Ignoring Havoc?

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