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“Children with Down syndrome can live happy and fulfilling lives. Of course, she will need different therapists and specialists to work with her, but she can be a happy child,” the doctor assured us.
The thought had come across my mind more than a few times. I’ve done some heartless shit and lived to see another day and gain even more money. Maybe this was God’s way of showing me that he was never going to make me pay, he was going to show me through my children.
A shorty that I had sent into the club tonight. He didn’t waste no time trying to flex his power and show his money. He was buying her drink after drink, and she was taking them back. Blaze was so busy trying to get himself and her lit that he didn’t notice that the bartender was giving her fucking water.
Naheim came out the back and gave me the signal that nobody else was in the crib. Blaze was unbuckling his pants and playing with his dick, and I was pissed. Naheim sucked his teeth and looked at me. “Crazy way to go out.” He chuckled to himself.
Kincaid and Naheim needed to have each other’s back out there, and they both couldn’t harbor ill feelings that would make them go against the other because of a woman. Even if that woman was my sister.
If fucking my wife wasn’t enough, then he had the nerve to bail her out and pick her up. Capri didn’t want shit to do with me and refused to even answer my calls. I even tried stopping by our condo and she had the doorman escort me off the property like I was some stalker she didn’t know. How the hell was we supposed to fix things if she was constantly ignoring me and didn’t want to talk to me?
If I could rewind time and never touch Tasha, I would have. Now she was claiming that she was pregnant by me. I wasn’t claiming that baby because everybody fucked on Tasha. Even when I was fucking her, I knew that she had other dudes sliding in and out of her. Any of those men could be her baby father. She was focused on me because she wanted to ruin my marriage, and she had succeeded.
she’s not the only one ruining the marriage smh you right about one thing: tasha is a pass around so who
knows who’s baby it could be.
“His baby mama out there wilding and he mad at me because I feel like she should be dead,” Kincaid muttered. “Kincaid, stop playing like I won’t tap your fucking jaw,” I rushed over toward him, and he remained seated. “Tap it then,” he encouraged, touching the side of his face.
Trilla may have come through and helped me save my son, but he was still the worst. There was a reason we fell out and I stopped working with him. Everything that Capone was, Trilla wanted to be. It was sad to witness because Capone was younger than Trilla by more than a few years.
I worked hand in hand with Capone for years, so I had witnessed the kind of man that he was. He moved differently than everybody. He was smarter than the average person, and the man didn’t fear nobody. Hell, it didn’t help that it was two of them. Capone had been holding it down on his own all these years alone, so when Cappadonna was finally released from those gates, I wanted to be far away from everything.
If Trilla thought that he was about to be able to touch Capone or his people without any problems, he was as stupid as I thought.
Ever since Capri was released on bail, the detectives had come by to talk to me about the case. I wasn’t thinking when I gave them my address and number to keep me updated on everything going on with the case. I wanted Capri’s ass to pay for her actions. She walked around spoiled because she never had to be held accountable.
Getting pregnant wasn’t the plan at all, and I was just as surprised when I found out. I found out a month before Timmy decided to take matters into his own hands and act like he was James St. Patrick. As much as I got around, I knew Naheim was doubting that he was the father. He was the father of this baby, and I needed him now more than ever. The twenty-thousand dollars he gave me had been long gone and I needed more money.
All that was going through my mind was the sex that we used to have and how much I loved swallowing him whole. He would pat the top of my head and tell me that I could suck an orange out of a straw. God, I missed the praises he used to give me when I was throwing this ass back on him.
He didn’t know that I spoke to the detectives and dropped the charges on Capri. Trilla damn near held a gun to my head for me to do it. I wanted to see that little spoiled bitch squirm while having to fight for her freedom.
I hated how he brought up all the bodies that I had. He never seemed to care when he was sliding in and out of me without any problem. Now that his wife knew about us, he wanted to pretend like all of those things mattered.
mmhmm as much i hate to agree with her he knew what was up with tasha yet still chose to sleep with her continuously
I faked like I was grabbing my purse. “Well, then I will see you in court… or maybe not you, but I will see your wife.” “I’ll give you ten bands, and I have a rental property in Staten Island that you can stay in for the meantime.” He looked into my eyes, hatred dancing in his pupils. “You’re going to drop the fucking charges today.”
No matter how much I scrubbed, mopped, and swept, this condo would always feel like our home, because it was our home. It was the first place that we had sex together when he came home. We shared so many first in this condo that it didn’t feel like mine anymore. It felt like it was always meant to be ours.
I missed my other big brother and wished he was here right now. Had Cappadonna been out of prison, he would have gave me the biggest hug, then he would have talked me into going out to eat with him. That man loved to eat more than anyone I have ever met. He could out eat a sumo wrestler if he tried.
Cappadonna and Capone were two men that held themselves accountable. They never strayed away from the hard conversations or taking responsibility for shit they may have caused. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was being honest and knew he messed up.
I was offended that he even suggested that I was using Kincaid to get over my husband. Things with me and Kincaid just happened, and it continued to happen until we both caught feelings. This was why women weren’t supposed to cheat, because we ended up catching feelings while planning out our future with the side piece.
I was so angry with Kincaid for what happened in Delaware. He put us in a situation that could have ended bad for both of us. After some space, I had to admit that I missed having him around. You don’t realize how much you miss someone until they’re not around often. I realized that Kincaid had become my person that I could talk to about anything.
“Anything for you… and I mean that.” He kissed my neck, and I could feel all my nerves dancing in formation to Michael Jackson. I removed my arms and leaned back on the couch, enjoying a light night out. There was no drama, I didn’t need to think about my husband and the fate of my future. Good music, good conversation and hookah was all I needed.
Capri was grieving the end of her marriage, and as much as she didn’t want to be bothered with Naheim, she couldn’t ignore him for the rest of her life. Although, his ass deserved to be ignored. I didn’t plan on sitting down and talking to Naheim because what was the point? Capri wasn’t going to take him back after this.
He pulled his phone out his pocket, swiped through it a few times and then handed me the phone. Clear as day, Timmy was crossing the street in broad daylight like he wasn’t supposed to be dead. Which mean Tasha played in my fucking face about her son, and I let that bitch slip through the cracks.
Jaiden looked up into my eyes, and it wasn’t the same boy I had met months prior. Jaiden the boy had long went away, and a man was now sitting in front of me, silently asking me to finish what his friend started.
“Capo, don’t take this away from me. I’m not a kid, and I know shit for what it is. Timmy tried to take my life.” He got out the chair and walked over toward the window. “He stared me in the eyes while he pulled the trigger… you didn’t see the hate he had for me in his eyes. I did, and I got to live with that shit every day. Don’t take this moment away from me.”
I knew I shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t have been prouder in this moment. “Promise me one thing.” “What’s that?” “If we allow you to do this, you’ll go to college. This life isn’t for you, and I refuse for you to be apart of it because of me. I want better for you… feel me?”
She had to understand, just like she wanted revenge for her parents, her brother wanted revenge for Joie. They both lost people important to them, but Jaiden continued to keep taking losses. It was time for him to level the playing field and show Timmy that he fucked with the wrong person.
I may have never been born in Barbados, but my parents made sure we stayed rooted in our culture and the island. It always felt more like home than actual home for me. It was the place I could come and get a clear head from the world. The island was even more special with Erin. It was where we found out that we would be parents, and where I proposed to her. It was also the place where we would get married.
Jo had given me Ryai’s number, and I reached out to her. I wanted to fly her out here so she and Erin could have that time together, and she could witness her cousin get married. She told me she couldn’t make it, and I had no choice but to respect it, because it was short notice, and she couldn’t just drop her life and be there. I half expected that she would for Erin though, and from the stories Erin told me, she had always been there for Ryai.
I meant that with my entire heart. Erin meant the world to me, and I didn’t need to wait years to know that I wanted to marry this woman. Love at first sight used to be a myth to me. There was no way a man saw a woman and he fell in love with her instantly. When I saw Erin, I didn’t fall in love instantly, but I knew that I could love her.
When it comes to my child, I was scared for her to go out into the world with a disability. How would people treat her? Would she be able to have a regular childhood like her big brother? Even then, what happens when she’s older?