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“Bitch got better luck getting Ronald McDonald to try a fucking Whopper.”
It was Tasha’s fault that her son was dead, and she knew it. I was used to seeing Tasha always dressed well with makeup and her hair done. The Tasha I had seen the other day was a shell of her old self. She looked tired and worn. Grief would do that shit to you. Guilt did, too.
Jaiden’s birthday was coming up and he was turning seventeen. I could tell he was depressed because his life had changed so much. He went from having basketball as an outlet and he didn’t have that anymore. No matter how much I tried to take him out back and shoot hoops on the basketball court, he never wanted to do it.
“Um, hey. You left your lip balm over by the machines,” the woman Erin was talking to came over to us. Erin looked up from her Cinnabon she was eating. “Oh, thank you. This is my favorite one, too.” Erin took the lip balm and looked at both me and Capp. “This Alaia.
The small windows we had to spend time wasn’t enough for me to recognize all the changes my husband had gone through. I felt neglected and crazy because I knew there was someone else.
I didn’t want to end up a single mother, and I damn sure didn’t want to be like Ella’s ass. She was a great mother and all, but I saw how sad she was being a single mom. She was so stuck on my brother that her ass was damn near standing outside the house with her nose pressed against the window looking in.
Naheim sat his plate down and pulled me into his lap. “I love you, Mrs. Browne.” “I love you, too.” I smiled, feeling guilty. I should have used my words instead of getting wrapped into what I had gotten myself into. In my defense, it wasn’t like I went looking for something. It just kind of fell into my lap, or maybe it was I kind of fell into his lap and kept riding it.
Since Blaze wanted to prove that he could touch Erin whenever he wanted to, I showed him that I could touch and kill his people because I was that nigga. Bet his ass wish he didn’t come on that bus and approach my baby.
It wasn’t healthy how much I loved this woman. There wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for her, including taking a life.
I called the number real quick and it said the number was no longer in service. I felt a mix of relief and then sadness. Relief because that meant I didn’t have her over my head anymore. I could focus on my marriage and right the wrongs that I had done.
“What do you mean, Capri?” She cut into her salmon and took a bite, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. “Nothing.” “Stand on your shit,” I encouraged. If we were gonna have the marriage, then the hard conversations came with that shit, too.
“People always talk about how men talk a good game when they on the inside. They promise you the stars and the moon, then they get out and it’s the complete opposite. I never believed it because of you. You were different from the other men in there. Except, you got home, and you did change. You weren’t the same Naheim I fell in love with.”
She slowly brought her gaze toward mine and I could see how broken she was. How tired she had become of my distance and unfaithfulness. Despite being as careful as I have always been, Capri knew. I sat and gaslit her when she asked me about the other women I was fucking. I wished Tasha was the only person I could say I fucked. There had been others.
“Were you fucking other bitches behind my back?” “Yeah.” Capri gulped, not expecting my response. She bit back her emotion as she stared at me with daggers in her eyes. Her hand wandered over the knife and then she put it in her lap. “Why?” “It was stupid reasons, Muffin. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for you, and I had too much freedom too quickly.”
I don’t know why I reached across the table and tried to touch her, because she snatched her hand back so fast like I was on fire. “Capri, come on.” “You bring me to my favorite place on earth the day before our anniversary to tell me you fucked other bitches.”
thats beyond fucked up cause he had plenty of opportunities to tell capri what he’s been up to while possibly working it out. THE GASLIGHTING??? fuck him
“You miss the chick that would give up everything she had going on to drive six hours to see you almost every weekend. You miss the woman that made everything about you when you got home. You miss that woman, Naheim. It was cool talking to me about school, my dreams, and aspirations, but it was another thing to get out and witness that it wasn’t just talk to me.” She was right. It was easy to fuck around with bitches that didn’t have shit going for themselves. Bitches who thought you were the main character, the nigga that had money. Capri intimidated me.
My favorite thing was to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. I used it as my personal sound machine whenever I fell asleep on him. I could smell the rum on his beard as I snuggled up closer to him. We spent the day on the beach talking about everything. After the shock of ten positive pregnancy tests, we needed to talk about our future. I knew I wanted to be with Capone, I was just scared.
“I knew he was fucking around on me, and I chose to ignore it.” She scoffed. “A month after we got married, I found a piece to a condom wrapper in his pants. We usually send the laundry out to get done, but me trying to be the wife, I decided to do the laundry. What do I find? A fucking piece to a condom wrapper. You would have thought I would have run. Nope, I stayed because I was giving him a chance to get out his zoomies. He spent years in prison, you know.”
capri don’t try to find any leeway for him. it don’t matter how long he was locked up, he should’ve remained loyal to you
“How can I be so mad at him when I'm sleeping with someone else, too.” I removed my hand from her and looked at her shocked. “Bitch, what?” “And the fucked up part is I think I may be in love with him.” I stood up and started pacing around the pool.

