Cappadonna (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

If I say she's mine, she's mine, and I've never been afraid to shed blood to prove it.

ayeee let’s get it

Here’s to more bang- bang shoot ‘em up, emergency rooms and kisses on the nose.

i’m ready girl!

Alaia 10 years ago….

okay we love a good backstory

While we were trying to sell lemonade, everyone was either selling drugs or ass. Raheem, my big brother, had always been attracted to the allure of making fast money.

and that’s the shit that gets you into trouble

While I was more than happy to sit and wait for someone to offer to buy a fresh cup of Country Time lemonade, he wanted the money quicker.

fast money is not always good money

When our mother was locked up for first degree murder, she was the one that took us in. Well, she never had to take us in because we were always at her house. Ronnie, my mother, was always quick to drop us off for a weekend and return weeks later.

WEEKS!?

When she was arrested, it wasn’t something devastating because she was never there to begin with. Raheem on the other hand took it pretty hard. He idolized my mother and whatever boyfriend she brought around for the week. He saw the money, jewels, and cars and wanted it all. While all us kids were planning on what we wanted to be when we grew up, Raheem wanted to be a hustler.

smh his ass gon die quick

I should have run away all the times the thought crossed my mind. Where was I supposed to go at sixteen? My yaya was my entire world and the one who protected me from the world. All she wanted was for me to attend college.

Raheem said fuck being a police officer, handyman, or even a construction worker. He decided drugs weren’t quick enough money, so he turned to selling pussy. “I’m sixteen, Rah,” I said barely above a whisper. He sparked his blunt and then looked at me with malice laced in his eyes. “All you do is walk around with a fucking book in your hand. Judging the very bitches that keep a roof over your fucking head.”

okay I HATE HIM ALREADY

“Yeah, you would be just right… I got the right one for you.” “One for me?” I choked out, tears falling down my eyes as I listened to my brother talk about pimping me out.

HIS OWN SISTER?!?! HE GOTTA DIE

“You should be lucky that I’m not making you work your pussy in those back rooms.”

oh i should be so lucky 🙄

While Raheem was always decked in the newest designer, and spent all his money in the club, his hoes were always scrapping together money for something. I don’t know how many times one of them had to borrow a pad or tampon or something from me.

just disgusting

Raheem had never been a big brother that protected me. He always looked out for himself, so I don’t know why I expected different from him when Yaya passed on.

“Alaia, get the hell on with that bullshit… I don’t have time to keep tabs on you. Unlike the rest of these bitches, I actually give a fuck about what happens to you.” He tried to sound convincing, as if he was a big brother looking out for what was best for me. When in reality, all he cared about was the money he made, and the bitches he pimped.

lying like shit

Since Yaya had left me, I found myself struggling while trying to make the best of the cards that life had handed me. All I had to look forward to was college and that was taken away from me.

raheem will pay for pimping his little sister

The man had to be no more than 5’8, he was shorter than Raheem for sure. He wore linen white pants and a graphic T-shirt. On his head, he wore a Kufi and a pair of round gold rimmed glasses. He was handsome, and from the way he licked his lips he knew that he was. The man wasn’t skinny by no means; however, he had a meaty physique that some women might admire. Although, he was about two burgers away from being fat.

so i’m guessing this asshole is gonna be the man we saw from the last book…great 🙄

The man turned, noticing me for the first time. His eyes told me that he liked what he saw. It was a look I had been given way too many times by Raheem’s friends. Their eyes glossed over my body, and I could see the nasty and vile thoughts that were probably running through their minds.

I could run away and never return again. That was exactly what I planned to do, because I would be damned if Raheem made a living off me. It wasn’t right, and I had nobody here to step up for me. My mother was gone, Yaya was dead, and I didn’t know my father.

the said sibling thats suppose to protect her is doing the opposite

Raheem sat there with a look of satisfaction on his face as he looked me over, deciding on if the price would remain the same. He kept surveying me like I was a prized poodle in a show. “Add two more racks on top of that. She smart, too… not one of those dumb bitches.”

who tf talks about their sisters like that like UGH

“I’m sorry, Laia,” he whispered, knowing that he shouldn’t have even been speaking to me. Had Raheem knew that we had a friendship, he would have kicked Zoe to the curb a long time ago.

some fucking friendship

I was being sold by my brother to a man that was much older than me, and there wasn’t anything that I could do. Protecting his kid sister was the least of Raheem’s problems. I prayed that he never had a moments peace and that this life he was so excited to have turned into everything that he never wanted it to be.

i pray he dies!

“Don’t go causing no damn problems, Alaia. I’m doing this for you… you don’t have no place here.” I gathered all the spit in my mouth and the back of my throat and hawked a big blob of spit into my brother’s face.

EXACTLY

As the car pulled off the block, I fought to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Everything happened so fast. One second, I was standing in the living room explaining to Raheem why I needed money, and the next I was leaving the only home that I have ever known to an unfamiliar place with an even more unfamiliar man.

karma is gonna get at him and i hope it kills him mercilessly

“When you got a bunch of pussy muthafuckas running your day, you don’t have a choice on when you can wake up and go to sleep.”

“Feels weird being home. I’ve been trying to adjust to just doing whatever the fuck I want without a fat ass CO on my ass about it.” She smiled. “Oh please. Like you weren’t damn near running that prison…

exactly!

Me and Ken were like water and vinegar and only I could say that shit. Whenever Capone called himself being knowledgeable on my relationship, I always shut his ass down. Maybe I knew he was right about Ken, and there was a part of me that felt like I had to continue to hold her ass down.

I laid in bed plenty of nights wondering why she chose to keep that away from me. Even with me not having money like I had now, I would have still stepped up to the plate and raised my son.

she withhold that information for the purpose of what though

I watched as he kissed the top of her bald head, and then dropped a few kisses on her lips. Capone had never loved like the way he loved Erin. There was no other woman put on this earth for my brother. I had to admit, being around the both of them for the past few months reminded me what love looked like. It was patient. Kind.

you will find love like that cappa

Kendra was selfish as hell, and she wanted everything to be about her. The real reason I hadn’t popped up on her was to see how hard she would go to see me. Would she call the prison to even inquire why I couldn’t have any visits? I set my self-up because she didn’t do any of that shit. Instead, she used the direct line to ask me for more money or to upgrade her whip.

and that’s the woman you said was holding you down TUH

“Cause your wife frugal as hell… I saw her clipping fucking coupons last week, Capo.” I couldn’t help but to laugh.

erin LMAOOO NOT COUPONS! baby you are rich by association USE THE MONEY

I was a traditional nigga. I wanted my woman barefoot and pregnant while I brought home the bacon – beef of course.

😂😂😂😂 of course he is

Capone wanted to step away from everything because for the first time in his life, everything was at peace in his life. He had been holding the torch and running it up while I was locked up. Through everything, he has held this family together and provided.

thank his cause i know his ass tired 😭😭😭

Chubs had been around, and I hadn’t let him know that I knew he was my son. The shit was clear that he was my son. He looked like me, and I couldn’t deny him if I wanted to. I guess I was scared to approach the subject because I hadn’t been there. How could I call myself a father when I had never been there, and only found about him last year?

yeah kendra needs her shit rocked for that

Honestly, I loved a thicker woman, so I was turned on by the extra weight she had gained.

a thick man needs a thick woman i know that’s right

“All I can say is make those memories and build the relationship. Chubs is one of the realest niggas on the team… he was made for this shit. He’s grown so ain’t much you can do about that but focus on being his pops. Leave that other shit alone right now.”

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 i think he’ll accept him even if capp hadn’t been in his life. i hope they’ll catch up

Capone raised his brow. “Still tricking on shorty?” Jaiden smiled sheepishly. “You fronting like you ain’t the biggest trick for E.” “Difference is she is my wife.” Jaiden put his finger to his chin. “She wasn’t when you bought that mini cooper…

LMAOOO TRUE SHIT CAUSE SHE WAS JUST A GIRLFRIEND

The Ken I left behind wasn’t the same Ken that sat across from me. She checked her watch more than she locked in with me during the visit. When she spoke, all I heard was what she wanted and never about me – us.

that should tell you how she moved

She hid a son from me and never said anything to me. I think what made everything worse was the fact that she didn’t raise our son. While I was shelling out money to buy her whatever she wanted, she didn’t have the decency to even raise our kid. It showed me the kind of woman she was, and that wasn’t the kind of woman I wanted as a wife.

TALK ABOUT IT

I wanted an easy and peaceful life when I walked through the doors of my home. In the streets, there was no peace, especially with me running them. However, the moment I crossed my threshold, I wanted my woman to greet me and be my peace.

I held my swollen stomach as I watched them carefully lower my husband’s body into the grave.

she’s pregnant 😵‍💫

Zayne was murdered on Sunday and here we were on a Tuesday burying him.

imma still celebrate on that cause he was goddamn useless

Zayne had three other wives, and they all had children and had come before me. If that wasn’t enough, each wife couldn’t stand me. Especially when it came to Fatima. She hated me from the day I stepped into her house at sixteen years old.

how the fuck a grown ass woman gets jealous of a SIXTEEN year old becoming someone’s harem? bitches be bonkers!

He didn’t offer any other explanation other than I was to be taught how to do things. Fatima stared at me, a younger woman who was tossed into her home and told to teach the way of her world. A younger girl who would be pleasing her husband.

a grown man making a sixteen year old—a girl old enough to be his daughter—a wife AND mother? i’m glad his ass is dead.

When Raheem sold me to Zayne, he was thirty years old, and I was sixteen. A sixteen-year-old girl being sold to a damn thirty-year-old was so wrong, and my brother did it like I was a pair of sneakers.

to the pits of hell with raheem and zayne!

Always having to fend for myself and care for me. Zayne was never around unless it came to having sex. Years of unwanted sex, abuse and miscarriages is what I had to endure because I had been sold.

my strongest soldier smh and the fact her brother doesn’t even care she went through so much shit because he wanted to make fucking money.

I converted to Islam, and covered my hair because that was what Zayne wanted. As the years went on, he preached so much about the Quran and why we had to follow the teachings that I wasn’t sure about anything. Zayne was a big fraud and used religion as a way to cover up his bullshit. Any real Muslim didn’t believe or do half the shit that he did.

and he was a cult leader smh

Out of all of his wives, I was the only one that made the trips to visit him. When he was released, it was the other wives he ran to and made sure had everything they needed. I was the last stop he made, and by then he was empty handed.

after all those trips and money for his books THE OTHER WIVES GOT MORE?

Money was tight and he said he couldn’t keep up paying for the apartment that we had, along with all of the other houses his other wives owned. I had a small rental apartment with one bedroom, had to walk up six flights of stairs, and I was the one that had to give up my home?

like i said it’s a good riddance

Not because he was dead, but because I was finally free. Zayne was a horrible man that had done horrible things to me for years.

thank allah

He was a man that took a teenage girl across state lines and made her his fourth wife. It was a miracle that I had been able to carry this pregnancy this long. After all the pregnancies that I had lost, I was starting to believe that I was broken.