Cappadonna (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

“Um, hey, Alaia?” he mocked the other person and then took his conversation into the next room.

ooo hey booski

Who the hell was Alaia and why was she calling my man, and why was he more lighthearted with her than he had been with me for the past twenty-four hours.

because unlike you she’s his peace

When I entered the room, he was pulling on a pair of sweatpants with the phone cradled between his shoulder and ear. “Sit tight… I’m not too far from you.”

he really likes my girlie cause not him stopping everything for her 🥹

I was jealous. He had been giving me the third degree about everything in my life, and within seconds this woman had gotten him to smile and joke with her, and now he was being secretive about who she was.

Capp was acting like he was scared of the pussy or something and that was pissing me off more than him leaving to go meet up with another chick. Who the hell was this chick and why could she just call him once and he came running?

oh you’ll see her soon my dear

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were getting released? I could have gotten everything ready for you… I am your girlfriend.” He shrugged. “They were already on top of it. What the fuck you want me to do? Burn the clothes and have you rebuy everything?” “That’s a thought.” I folded my arms.

not her being jealous of his sister and sis-in-law

“Ask yourself how many times you have reached out to Capri since I been locked up?” He had me there.

mhmm touch your nose!

The only thing that I had gotten from last night was a sore throat and cleaned floors.

LMFAOOOOO PLEASE

“Like you said, you both have changed through the years. I told you that it would be unrealistic of you to keep the old version of him in your head. He’s a different man, and a much older one.”

THANK YOU SASSY

I don’t know how many times I had broken up with Capp, and it was Sassy that told me that I was in the wrong and I needed to fix things.

i love how she holds her friend accountable

I couldn’t shake that there was something off between me and Capp. We spent a long time apart, so it was normal for things to feel different. This didn’t feel different though, it felt like something was off between us. Clearly, it was only with me because when he was on the phone with Alaia, he seemed fine.

I don’t know why she even brought Capella up. What Capp didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. He didn’t need to know about him because then it would just be a big ass mess between us.

little do she know that he already knows about capella

“How the hell would you know how he feels, Kendra? You barely have a relationship with your own son.” She called me out, like I needed this bullshit right now.

sassy is two for two, i like her!

“What the fuck bitch? Why you have to be on my case like this? Capella has always had anything that he wanted. He’s never gone without and you’re acting like I'm some deadbeat mama that dropped him off at foster care.”

same difference

I felt so low when he spoke to me like I was some random chick that called him. It was his tone when he said my name. I carried his ass for nine months and fucking tore because he was a big ass baby. “I don’t give a shit if you’re in the middle of something. I’m your mother and I’m calling to talk to you.” Capella laughed. “Kendra, I’ll hit you back.”

SKSHSJSJSJS

I could have dumped his ass with family and never came around. Instead, I stayed in his life and was at every birthday party. Well, not every birthday party. I still sent money and gave him whatever he wanted.

oh sure cause sending him money makes up for being nonexistent

His ass couldn’t offer anything but financial support like I’ve been doing. It was bad enough making those visits and seeing him like that. I refused to have Capella see his father that way. Call me wrong, I felt like I did what was best for my son.

okay you got it mama

It was early in the morning, and I hated to even interrupt him with this. He had already paid three hundred dollars to get my clothes washed, so the last thing I wanted to do was to bug him about a stupid ticket she really didn’t even need.

$300?!?!?

“I recognize my future wife’s voice anywhere… what up with you?”

🤭

“A real man could never do enough for his woman… don’t forget that, Alaia.”

PERIOOOOOD

I never had a life or friends because Zayne kept me in the house. As much as I wanted to be friends with his other wives, they all hated me for whatever reason. I mean, I didn’t want to be his wife so I figured we could have each other’s backs. Except, none of them liked me or tried to get to know me.

they act like she asked for this shit

Zayne used his religion to get away with having multiple wives and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. Taz was the same way, except he decided to take on his brother’s wives.

people who manipulate religion for favors are the worst

Capp was a big guy and towered over most people. Not only was he tall, but he was muscular, too, nice, and thick. I could tell from his shoe size that the man was more than blessed between his legs. I could probably fit both of my feet inside of his shoe and still have room. His tattoos covered up his body like a second skin.

mm mmm mmmm!

Capp was a big guy and towered over most people. Not only was he tall, but he was muscular, too, nice, and thick. I could tell from his shoe size that the man was more than blessed between his legs. I could probably fit both of my feet inside of his shoe and still have room. His tattoos covered up his body like a second skin.

just a fine ass horse

“I told you that you didn’t have to come all the way over here.” He helped me stand up, dropping a soft kiss on my head. I don’t know why that small gesture made me feel so whole. I’ve never had this feeling in my entire life and within five seconds he had made me feel that way.

awww they’re so cute already and they’re not even together yet

“See your boyfriend help you.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I corrected her. “Yeah… the fuck wrong with you? I look like a boy to you. I’m her man.” He looked at her, and then held the door for me while pushing the cart out the laundromat.

ENERGYYYYYY

I stared at him and noticed the love bites on his neck and felt jealous. Why in the world would I even get jealous when he wasn’t my man, and I was sure he was just being nice by helping me. I was thinking too much into the little comments he made. He was joking with me.

oh don’t worry she won’t be making those marks anymore sweetie

How could I give this girl the world when I depended on every damn body. I had nothing to give her. What could I teach her when I hadn’t been taught anything but to lay on my back and obey a man that didn’t give a shit about me.

you’re so much more than that alaia 🥺

“Then why you crying silently. I don’t like that shit, Joy.” “Joy?” Each time a tear slid down my face, he reached up and wiped it away. “Your name means joyful and happiness.” “That’s funny because I’ve never felt those emotions in my life. How do you know what my name means? I don’t even know what my name means.” “You will.”

stoooop they’re too cute

“Your new mat.” “I’m not really religious.” She gave me a crooked smile. “Not religious but you thought to marry my husband.”

bitch she didn’t do it by voice

“Here’s your grits, hun. Your food will be out shortly.” She turned toward Capp. “Hun, are you sure there’s nothing that I can get you… it’s on the house.” She winked. I don’t know why the hell she did that because I could see how irritated he had become. She was insinuating that he wasn’t eating because he couldn’t afford both our meals when he just explained why he wasn’t eating.

i hate when waiters do that like if i wanted something i’ll get something

People often thought Ramadan was about us Muslims fasting from food. You fasted from all different things, sex being one of them. It was the time for us to grow spiritually and become closer to Allah. As much as I was shoved into this religion, I had fell in love with certain aspects of it.

“I didn’t fuck… just got some head,” he bluntly explained, and I raised my eyebrow, not surprised by any of what came out his mouth. “Still the same…you ejaculated… no?” “Yeah, and I’m about to again with the way you looking at me with your cute ass.”

he thinks he’s slick

“Would you want your wife to wear one?” He messed in his beard. “I would want my future wife to do whatever she was comfortable with doing. The only thing I require is for her to dress modest.”

“Imagine someone being inside you and kicking you in the ribs… yes it hurts,” I giggled, as I cut into my pancakes. “I ain’t got no problem imagining being inside of you.” He looked me in the eyes, his stare giving me chills as I quickly broke our eye contact.

oh my god stooop *keep going*

I hadn’t spoken to my mother or brother in years. He made money off the backs of innocent women and girls and put that money on her books. She wasn’t a fool to his dealings and encouraged them when I still lived in Yaya’s house. I’m sure he probably went to visit her, and they spoke about how they would sell me off, and then split the money. My mother, if I could call her that, was never a parent to me.

two disgusting individuals

Cappadonna reached for my hands and put them into his as he rubbed my hand with his thumb. “When my sister-in-law introduced you to me, I remembered your name. I had one of the guards look up your name. Next day during chow, he told me what your name meant… sounds crazy as shit, but I couldn’t forget you from that day. No bullshit either.” “Why though?” “When I looked into your eyes, I saw how lost you were. How in pain you were, and I didn’t even know your story. I still don’t know your story, but something is telling me that when I learn it, that I’m going to want to paint the city red.”

yup and i’ll be ready for that

“I’ve watched you, Joy. Every visit, how you would be so stressed if you forgot something his big ass wanted. I’ve felt protective of you since we’ve been in that prison visitation room. Now, I’m not only protective of you, but I’m also protective of y’all.”

you and baby girl 🥹

“Shit, there wasn’t many options since we both up early. I’ll make it up to you,” he promised me, and I never was the type that believed in men making promises. For some reason my gut told me that Cappadonna wasn’t the kind of man that broke his promises to people.

and he will mamas

Capone always joked that I had this weird thing with people. I could always read somebody within five minutes of meeting them. I knew if you were full of shit, or you were solid. When I met Alaia, I felt pain in my chest that I had never experienced before. I’ve had my share of pain, yet the pain I felt when I stared into her eyes was a different kind of pain. One that I had never experienced. Her eyes told a story that I knew would make me want to turn the country upside down. It was crazy that her name literally meant joyful and happiness, and that wasn’t the first emotion I experienced from her when we met.

trust when i say her story will make you drop the whole world

She turned her ass around and made her way up the steps, stopping between each landing. Meanwhile, I had made four trips, and I was done before she finally made it up the stairs. This apartment building wasn’t good for a pregnant woman. It made me mad thinking of her carrying all those laundry bags down by herself.

her new “husband” is freaking trash

There were no pictures anywhere around the apartment. This could have been anyone’s apartment, and I wouldn’t have known because there was no personalization anywhere. Pictures, art, or even fridge art.

“Hey Taz… um, the electricity is off.” She nervously fiddled with the end of her hijab, while focusing on a permanent stain on the linoleum floors. “What the fuck do you want me to do about it? Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought some random nigga to my crib that I’m now paying for.”

OH MY GOOOOOD YOU’RE THAT PETTY!?

Alaia quickly put the phone on mute. “Please, Cappadonna… you don’t have to live with or deal with him. If he knows you are here, he will make it worse for me,” she pleaded with me, and I hated that shit.

the fact

“I’m sorry, Taz… oh now you sorry,” he mocked her. “I’ll be back to the city in a few days… I’ll handle it then. You need to be packing because you moving into my crib anyway. Maybe some time in the dark will make you realize your priorities and this family… and Zayne bragged that you were the easy wife.” His little ass had the nerve to scoff.

OH FUCK NO THIS LIL ZANE ASS MAN AIN’T SAY THAT

She folded her arms, calling herself challenging me. Alaia had to be around 5’4, I may even go 5’5, and was no threat to me. In fact, she was actually cute when she called herself being sassy.

not i may say 5’5 😂😂😂

I’ve never prayed so hard for something in my life. I was praying that this nigga decided to pop up here and puff his chest out. I wanted to pick him up by the neck and slam his ass into the fucking fridge until he was in the freezer without me even having to open the doors.

“You don’t have to get a hotel room. I could have made do for the three days… I’ve lasted seven before. It’s not a big deal.”

sweetie do you even hear yourself? i hate how conditioned she became because of that damn dead man

“Look me in my eyes when I’m talking to you… give me that respect, and I promise you’ll never want for nothing.”

“You will never open your mouth to beg a nigga for anything. I don’t like that shit, it’s beneath you and as long as I have breath in my body you won’t ever have to.”

THAT MF PART!