“I only got one fucking seed… stop fucking playing with me!” I barked. She crawled over toward where I was standing and held onto my leg. “C…Capone… I swear... that night. He’s yours,” she stammered. “Don’t take my baby away from me, please.”
nah bitch an eye for an eye—your son literally tried to kilo someone else and NOW you thought it was a good idea to tell capone—with a gun to your son’s mouth—that timmy is his son?
