Capone III (Season one: Delgato Family, #3)

by Jahquel J.

My toxic trait was trying to find a way to help someone when the problem wasn’t mine. I could still support Capri, but I couldn’t fix her problems. I was no better than Capone when it came to Capri. I felt protective over her, especially knowing how Tasha and Ella did her.

I took a deep breath, rolling the window down and remembering what Big Mike told me. When it comes to your life and a nigga that’s trying to take it, you gonna bang yo shit every time.

“Don’t ever do no shit like that again, Erin. I told you when we met, I’ll fucking crash out behind you.” He reached down and touched my stomach. “I’ll do whatever to protect you and my kids.”

Pussy would always be a nigga’s downfall, and good pussy could ruin a nigga. I knew about it all too much, because I wasn’t wrapped too tight when it came to my own woman. Erin had the power to ruin me, and she didn’t even know it.

I knew the shit was foul when I did it and I ignored all of that and continued to do that. It was on me, and I had to sit down and take the loss because I was the one who caused all of this. Capri only cheated because I wasn’t there, and I was acting different toward her. I allowed insecurities to ruin the best thing I have ever had.

“We need to talk, Muffin.” She held her hand up. “Don’t you fucking call me that… you lost that privilege.” All the times I sat back and thought about how it would be when I had to tell her that I cheated and with Tasha, I never envisioned how she would look at me. Her eyes, that were always filled with pure joy, were hardened.

“Baby, I love you. I don’t want to end things… I want to fight for this.” She broke out into laughter. “Fight for what? There’s nothing worth fighting for anymore. You destroyed this… us. I can’t even love you right because I’m fucking embarrassed.

For the first time in a long time, I couldn’t see the love that Capri had for me. It was gone, and the hate had now replaced all the love she used to give me.

“I just know he talks her through it… dear God, it’s me.” I overheard one of the women in the shop say as he walked by her while he carried me out the salon.