Capone (Season One: Delgato Family, #1)

by Jahquel J.

Giving someone a piece of my heart seemed like too much to ask. I was better off being single than trying to force something that I knew would never work out.

“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.”

Here I was chilling with my future wife and then gun shots rang out. What pissed me off the most was that my baby didn’t even get the chance to eat her food. She tossed that shit on the floor as she dove onto the floor.

“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.

When I saw her outside the store that day, I couldn’t get my mind off her.

The way she was fully prepared to take down that little nigga with no fear in her eyes or heart, I was intrigued.

Not Erin. She was ghost like a fever dream. Everything happened so fast that I never got the chance to really talk and see where her mental was at. I knew from our brief encounter that I wanted another chance more than I wanted a lot of things.

The one thing I admired about my parents was how much they loved one another. No matter how hard life was, they never lost the love they had for one another. Like my mother took care of my father, he did

the same for her. They were a team and always had each other’s back no matter what life tossed their way.

When we were on the block, I had his front, and he had my back. We went from standing on that corner to working with Trilla himself. We became his right hands, and because of that we were touching more money than we had ever touched in our life.

It showed me that we were replaceable to him, and unless we were doing something for him, he could give a fuck what happened to us. Even with us scrapping together the money we had for Capp’s lawyer, we still lost, and he was handed fifteen years.

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.”

“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.”