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

by Jahquel J.

That crazy nigga killed my mama!

Kay tried to tell me something and I blew up. “What did I fucking tell you about toda—” My words were caught in my throat when I saw Capone stepping out the back of a Maybach. He buttoned his suit jacket, and then fixed his sunglasses while swaggering up the steps. A big light skin man followed behind him along with Kincaid. I sneered when I saw Kincaid’s ass. He was like a damn roach that refused to fucking die. Maybe I was salty because he never wanted to be down with me. I could smell an expensive suit from a mile away. This nigga had the nerve to be dressed in a suit that cost thousands of dollars while attending the funeral of the woman he murdered. “My condolences to the family. She will be missed.” He extended his hand. All eyes were on us, so I had no choice but to accept his hand. He pulled me close to him, getting close to my ear. “Your day next you fat muthafucka.” “Bitch, I’ll—” “Who did the body? I’m sure she looks marvelous,” Kincaid slapped his hands together, cutting me off, as he followed Capone into the church. He grinned as he walked past me, and then winked.

This was my mother’s funeral, and I couldn’t concentrate because I kept looking at Capone. This nigga had the nerve to pull out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and dab his eyes like he was crying. When he saw me staring, he laughed and flipped his middle finger at me discreetly. He was fucking with me, and even though I would never admit it to anybody, I was fucking nervous. I was sweating like a whore in church as they spoke about my mother and how caring she was.

Judge McLaren was as crooked as that wig in her LinkedIn profile picture.

“Make sure you remind him how much I hate his ass too,”

“The fuck was that? Timmy, who are you shooting?” she screamed through the phone. “Go ahead and plan a real funeral now.”

“Girl, kids take up space. How the hell you gonna be trying to get the baby out in that little beep beep.”

Cappadonna would have shown up at the funeral, jumped in the coffin and then would have had the nerve to go to the repass for a plate of food.

“You deserve everything that is happening to you, you heartless matted wig bitch. I pray you never have a moments of peace while you serve your time. I pray your son’s death and the fact that you caused his death haunts the hell out of you from the moment you open your eyes until the moment you close them.”