Cappadonna (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

Huhhhhhhh

Yeah it’s a no for Raheim for me already

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 had to admit, being around the both of them for the past few months reminded me what love looked like. It was patient. Kind.

I sounded corny as hell, but that was what love was for me. Love was finding that one that I could take down my walls for. Someone that was patient because I’ve been behind the wall for years. I’m guarded as fuck and know that I’m a handful.

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

I damn sure didn’t plan on running into Alaia today, or else I would have been taking her somewhere else to chill with her longer. It was funny how I would always think of her in my cell, and now that she was right here next to me, I couldn’t dedicate the time I wanted to getting to know her.

“Aye, baby boy, let me tell you something… if the next time I see her, and I will see her again, she has a mark on her, or tells me you put your hands on her, we gonna have a problem, ight?”

Alaia ain’t even know it yet, but she was mine.

Lmfaooooo

“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.”

When he called me mama, I nearly became a puddle of water.

“You so fucking beautiful,”

Like I was a piece of art, a view, that had taken his breath away the more he stared at it. I liked the way he said it more, and I held it close to my heart because it made me feel worthy. Worthy of someone finding me beautiful, worthy of someone actually loving me the way I wanted to be loved.

“You got my number, Alaia. Call me and I’m here,” he reminded me, stepping out the car to open the door for me.

Alaia, I will fucking kill you before I allow you to get the fuck away.”

My eyes were completely swollen shut and the bruise on the side of my face was massive. I held back the sob that threatened to escape as I looked at myself. How many more times was I going to look in this mirror at the disfigurement of my face. This wasn’t the first time I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror.

What I wanted was Alaia next to me,

If you didn’t have loyalty toward your own son, then how the fuck could I expect the same from her as my woman?

Whew

“If you come with me… there’s no coming back to this shit. I don’t do the back and forth shit. The minute you walk out this door with me, you putting your life in my hands, and I don’t take that lightly. I need to know everything, Alaia… don’t bullshit me.” He stared down into my eyes, as I stood near the door.

“Even she knows she is in good hands.”

I took a bite of the chicken. “I would like you to stay with me, please.” “Then I’ll stay with you.”

“You don’t got to thank me or say anything… I want you to relax and decompress. When you’re done, we gonna sit downstairs and talk. I want to… I need to know about you, Alaia. I’m already in too deep when it comes to you.”

I sat on the edge of the tub and broke down crying. All the years of abuse and trauma rained down my face like a rainstorm. My shoulders shook as I sobbed into my hands at the realization that I was safe.

“You don’t have to worry about that shit anymore. I promise you’ll never go through that again. I’m going to protect you.”

“You went your whole life never having someone to protect you. I’m not letting you go another fucking second never knowing what feeling protected feels like. I’m not letting you bring her into this world not knowing what being protected feels like… alright?”

“I put that on my life that I got you, Alaia.”

“You can rest now.”

Was this what safety truly felt like?

I’ve always felt a connection to her, and now the connection was that stronger.

I understood what my brother felt when he explained how he felt about Erin. How he would go to the ends of earth to prove a point when it came to her.

I wanted to have the life where I had a wife that fucking admired me.

“You already know. I’m not letting her go.” When I said that, I meant that shit with every fucking word.

What the fuck I look like leaving you out here alone, baby girl? I want you to know that I plan to be here. Fuck that, I am here. I told you; you call me and I’m running for you.”

“I’m trying to swap spit with you for the long haul, Joy. I ain’t worried about a scar.”

“Even the good things have a struggle at first… that’s how you really know it’s good.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Alright?”

I want you forever, and I’m taking responsibility for healing the heart that I had nothing to do with breaking.”

“I want to name her Promise.” He looked at me to see how I felt about it. “Because I promise to love that little girl with everything inside of me. I promise to never let her or her mother down, and I promise that nobody will ever hurt either of you even after the breath has left my body.”

Awww Capp

I would have done whatever for her, even if she told me she wasn’t interested in me. If a woman was in need, it was in my DNA to help her out and not expect anything in return. Only weak men wanted something in return for their help.

Cappadonna made me want to do those things for him. I wanted to wash this man’s dirty draws while feeding him grapes. He took on a responsibility that not many men would, and he never complained about

“I appreciate you. I respect you. I think you’re worthy of all good things. You belong to me in the best way. I need you to know and believe all of that.”

“I never want you to take this off. I would never refer to you as property, but Joy, you’re mine… you belong to me.”

“Wait, so I can't date anybody else?” “Joy, you are free to embark on a suicide mission if you want.”