Capone II (Season one: Delgato Family, #2)

by Jahquel J.

As much as I wanted to console my woman, I knew they had history and Naheim knew more about the woman that I loved.

I was a secure nigga and knew what I brought to the table, but seeing my baby seeking comfort from my brother-in-law hit a nerve that I didn’t know existed.

Hold Jaiden responsible, not the man who is probably out there hunting down whoever is responsible.”

“That’s why these people stay in the fucking hospital. This the shit they feeding them?”

“What? That’s crazy. I’m not going to move into your home.” “Don’t remember even asking you, Erin.

The minute I slid inside of you, I fucking branded you. You mine, Gorgeous, so I’m always coming crazy behind you and yours.”

Capone didn’t just look at her, he memorized her features with each glance. It was a look that he had never given me.

Capone grabbed a handful of his dick and looked down into my eyes. “This shit belongs to Erin. If you can’t respect that shit then you need to go ahead, Ella. I ain’t never been the type of man that dip in two at the same time. I gave you the same respect when we were together. I didn’t fuck other bitches and I let them know this belonged to you. You don’t have to like Erin, but you gonna respect her and this fucking relationship,” he roared.

The only way he would move on from her is if she was dead.

Welcome home, Gorgeous. Be ready to get that back cracked every night. Love, Capone.

“You never have to worry about how I get shit done, Gorgeous. Just that when it comes to you, your man will always get it done.”

Erin’s ass was adamant on calling me damn Winston. Typical Caribbean parents with the jacked middle names. I guess I should be grateful because Cappadonna’s middle name was Leroy.

There was a special place in hell for parents that forced their children to fulfill a role that their father should have.

I hated fucking turkey bacon and now I had a fridge filled with it. Erin insisted that after a few weeks I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in the taste.

“Winnie, I'm trying to focus.” I leaned up. “Oh, fuck no, Erin. You not about to run around calling me no damn Winnie.”

“Bitch got better luck getting Ronald McDonald to try a fucking Whopper.”

“Hey Gorgeous… had a good day betraying your man?”

“This is the woman that got my brother about to crash out, huh?”

“You are crazy.” “Yeah, for you. Go ahead and piss on that test, Gorgeous. Let me know if my shooters are still shooting.”

“You bring me to my favorite place on earth the day before our anniversary to tell me you fucked other bitches.”

“It’s always a I don’t wanna lose you ass nigga that screams that when he in fact went and did something to lose her…

“And you confused on how you pregnant. Throwing that pussy on me got that baby in there.”

“Man the fuck up and take care of your wife.” “I got you.” “Nah, have her.”

Naheim walked around this planet thinking that his wife could never. When in fact - she did.

“Your stomach good, dookie booty?”

Erin was so damn fine that I struggled with knowing the balance of keeping her ass locked in the house and showing her off.

“Erin, if it comes a day where I don’t make it back to you. Baby, know that I tried my fucking hardest to make it back to you.”

What the fuck did she want me to do? Sit here and lie about how I felt for Erin. I was fucking happy she was carrying my child, wearing my ring and living in my house. If she thought I was going to down play how I felt, she had me fucked up.

He was fucking my wife the whole time and I didn’t know. The chick I was giving him advice on had to be my fucking wife.

“Yeah, I ain’t going to hold my breath.” “Good. My niece or nephew needs the oxygen.” I smirked.

“They better figure the shit out or I’m gonna step in, and she ain’t gonna like being a widow too much.”

“Obituaries, widows, you always trying to off somebody.”

He even had Capri teaching me, and she was the if Johnny had six apples type of teacher, so I rather him or Big Mike teach me.

Big Mike shrugged. “Whatever Lady Capo wants, she gets.”

“Happy birthday, lil’ nigga.” “Happy birthday, old bitch.”