Capone (Season One: Delgato Family, #1)

by Jahquel J.

“You think she sits on her ass? Tasha is deep in whatever scheme she has going, and she’s about to have that boy doing the same thing. She’s trying to make him the man of the house since his father didn’t stick around. That is not his burden to carry.”

“Aye, what the fuck? Don’t ever try to put your hands on a female when I’m in your presence… Matter fact, never.”

“The fuck you want him to do? I can smell the dick all on your fucking breath. I pay you to cook crack, bitch, not fuck my workers. If you want to use that pussy, I can sure open another house and let you use it.”

“You not gonna eat? I had to threaten niggas for that plate.”

“The Delgato family is about that business. I heard they have Mafia ties or some shit. Either way, the fact that you caught the eyes of Capone says a lot.”

“That’s the problem with you little niggas. Nobody uses their hands anymore. Soon as something pops off you ready to pull your gun instead of fighting. That nigga took your money fair and square, and you shot him… so I'm gonna make a deal with you. If he lives, then you get to live. Let him die, and nigga, I will personally deliver a black Versace dress to your fat ass mama.”

“Why the fuck should I care about his leg? He pulled his gun out and there were fucking kids and women around.”

“Let this shit be a lesson for all you big headed bitches. Pull a gun out for your own personal gain and I will personally put a hole in your head. This shit is for protection not to terrorize the fucking block.”

At twenty, I watched my twin be handed down a fifteen-year sentence. Cappadonna didn’t even blink or show any emotion when they read off his sentence. He refused to talk on who the guns belonged to or give the detectives who they really wanted. It was more about who Capp was running for than the guns. He could have gotten three and a half years, but they decided to hand down a harsher sentence giving him the maximum.

Trilla had always been satisfied with having a piece of the pie while I wanted the whole fucking pie.

There was no room for sharing when it came to me. I was taking everything that me and my brother was supposed to take together. I’ve always been one to look deeper into shit and study things that others wouldn’t pay any attention to.

The rule of the game was to get in and get out with more than you came in with. I wasn’t trying to hug the corner forever, and I damn sure wasn’t trying to have my parents bury or watch me go to prison, too.

Legally, me and Capp were fucking millionaires from the trucking business. Under the table, we were billionaires and had touched more money than I ever thought we would.

There wasn’t any beef, I just didn’t see myself being somebody’s right hand forever.

When we were good, we were so good that she had me considering marrying her. It was the bad that made me wish that we never crossed that line with our friendship. Ella’s temper was out of control and something that I hated.

I didn’t fuck around with many bitches because I had trust issues. I may have allowed one or six of them to suck my dick, but that was as far as it went.

One or six. Lmao!

A man’s biggest downfall is always going to be a woman, and I could never let that shit happen to me.

You’ll never seen me on the news in a body bag because I allowed a bitch to set me up. If I fell asleep, you were gonna be right next to me with my hand around your neck so I would feel if you moved even an inch.

“Why do you have a hard time believing that?” “You seem like someone that keeps a lot of women around… so I have a hard time believing some random chick you met once was on your mind.”

Capone reached his hand out and slapped him in the back of the head. “Nigga, you don’t see her husband standing here?”

“Everything I say eventually happens. How it happens is up to us, but I know it’s going to happen.”

“Sounds like you used to dating weak ass niggas.”

“How can I enjoy something when I feel so guilty all the time?”

“Because I’m not asking you… I’m telling you. Gorgeous, you over here trying to keep a neutral face, but you wanna blush for your man.”

“That is not cool, Capone.” I offered a smile. “Gorgeous, I ain’t trying to be cool… I'm on you.”

“Chill out, you just got out your twenties… you still a baby, Baby.” He winked as he smiled at me. “Oh, please. These bills are very much grown, not baby.

“Our marriage? We barely know each other and you’re talking about marriage. You think a fish dinner is gonna get you the panties?”

“Then I guess we’re attending a funeral together… they gonna introduce you as his special friend, right?”

“You’re crazy.” “Yeah, I am… so don’t ever think that my threats are empty.”

“It’s nothing for me to take you back to my house and keep your ass ho...

The first time you show me that your word isn’t good… we’re good.”

Every once in a while, no matter if you knew you were that bitch, you needed to be reassured. Ryai knew she was beautiful, and tonight she just needed that little shove to remind her.

Ryai had a bad habit of trying to be everything for these niggas so she never made them properly court her. She was always so quick to give up her panties without making them earn it. In the end, all she ended up with was unanswered calls and a night only she would remember.

Capone: Yo, quick question… what you want your obituary to say?

“We’re not even together so why the hell would you kill him? Capone, we may have gone out before, but I am a single woman and capable of going out and dating.”

“You had your choice… prove a point if you need to,”

“Erin,” he called out. His voice was low, but loud enough for me to hear him. I continued on like I hadn’t heard him. “Don’t make me⁠—” Pow! Pow! Pow! The gunshots caused me to freeze in place while a stampede ensued.

Lmfao!

It may have sounded crazy to refer to her as my wife and my home as hers, but all I was doing was speaking shit into existence. It was only a matter of time before she would be in my kitchen butt ass naked making me dinner.

“An old head once told me that you have to invest in your sleep. It’s the one consistent thing that you’re always going to do, even when they lower you into the ground.”

“I’m not in my feelings.” I crossed my arms. “Just confused on why you texting me threats and tossing my phone in water when you still fuck your baby mother.”

“The reason I never showed up for our date was because I was going through a pain crisis. Whenever I get like that I tend to shut down and block everyone out… the shit ain’t for the weak and I don’t like people seeing me that way.”

“You were right to be upset and being honest, that shit turned me on. Any other chick would have let it slide because of who I am. Had I pulled up on them, they would have been excited and tossed they panties at me. You gave me your ass to kiss, and I like that shit.”

“Action is what excites me. A man who is about the words he speaks. Your cars, home, and everything you have is nice, but I don’t care about none of it. Honoring your word is what matters to me.”

“This scares me, Capone. I don’t do this. This isn’t even me. I’ve had relationships in the past and they never worked out because I never allow myself to open up and feel.”

Before giving a man a chance, I automatically shut down and offered the bare minimum. I was scared of opening myself to being hurt again.

“I’m not those other niggas, Erin. With me, I’m gonna make you feel shit that you’ve never felt before. You fucking with a grown man, a man who knows what he wants. You think you the only one scared? I know you have the power to make a nigga crash out behind you. I also know that you have the power to make me feel shit I never felt before, and that scares a nigga.”

“You had me ready to lay a nigga out in the club over you. I don’t like seeing another nigga’s hands on what I know is mine.”

“The fuck you doing to me, Erin?”

When I looked into her eyes I felt peace.

I never been the type that moved off other people’s words.”