Cappadonna 2 (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

“If you think I’m leaving you up here alone you got another thing coming. I’m not naive enough to know that I am the only reason you didn’t snap that woman’s neck.”

None of this was Jasmine’s bullshit, and here she was trying to help her cousin from sitting next to the skittles in the vending machine.

“How the fuck we know Big Head is even his son then?” Jasmine looked shocked that I referred to the baby as Big Head.

“Jasmine, get the fuck out my face. This the same bitch that was giving him my money and fucking him while my ass was spreading my cheeks and coughing after every fucking visit. Do you think I put anything past this bitch?”

“I’ma stuff that fucking security guard in the trash can… I’m not concerned.”

Kendra stood there stuck, not saying a word. When she saw me walking over toward her, she sobbed with her arms opened as she tried to hug me. I mushed her ass and went to Jasmine, the person who had actually lost their mother.

“It’s funny because he always spoke about his mother and how he hated her… never expected it to be you.” “Capella is dramatic. He doesn’t hate me.” Aimee snorted. “If you were on fire that man wouldn’t waste piss to put it on you.”

That crazy look in Capp’s eyes flashed, and I realized that I was cornered in a room with his crazy ass, and Alaia, the Cappadonna whisperer, was nowhere to be found to keep him from tossing me around in here.

“Bitch, you dying, that nigga that you love so much dying and I’m even killing that fucking fish in the living room at the condo I paid for,” he whispered low enough for just me to hear.

Kendra, I don’t give a fuck… I will tell that fucking baby Mickey Mouse pulled his tool out and killed yo ass… you think I care?”

“Go out first because I might slap you in the back of your big ass head.”

I’ve witnessed a piece of Cappadonna’s wrath, and I could say that I never wanted to see the entire thing.

“Fuck you… what’s up, Alaia? I’m finally meeting the woman responsible for giving this nigga twinkle toes.”

“This is your home. Wherever I am, is your home. I’m your home... you hear me?”

“Even though I’m the head of this household, and I’m gonna lead, this is an equal partnership. I’m always going to ask what you think about something because I value your opinion.”

“I’ve saw your body before,” he reminded me. “Even put a diaper on it.”

I used to think that love was supposed to be filled with struggle. That the whole point of love was that you had to have a bit of struggle. Being with you, I know that’s not true.”

I’m not saying that we won’t argue, and it won’t be times when you wanna choke the fuck out of me. I guess what I’m saying is that I promise not to give up on us.”

“I love you so much, boy. I promise I’m going to bring you their fucking heads… you don’t need to be strong right now… I got you.”

“Your stare is so intense, Capella. I see where you get it from because your father’s stare could kill someone.”

She didn’t need to sit here and pledge her loyalty to me because it would be forced. All she needed to know was that her brother was going to die, and my son wouldn’t be attending the funeral.

I wanted a shorty to come over here so I could mush the fuck out of her. I had eyes for one woman, and her ass was in my house in Lennox Hills.

In one swift movement, I grabbed the back of Harrison’s head and slammed his head on the grill, next to the burgers. He sizzled like the food that was on the grill.

That was how I knew she was meant for me. Any other woman would have been horrified, not Alaia. She was laughing and shaking her head while this misconfigured man was in the camera.

“I’m about to do what yo daddy should have done.” Harrison’s eyes was wide as his set looked on while I whipped his ass with my belt all over the stoop he was claiming as his own. “Ahhh, sto…stop!” “I… bet… not… hear… shit… else… from … you… bitch. Tell… Ace…when… I catch… him, I’m gonna pop his fucking head off with my hands.” I

“Anybody else want they ass beat?”

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I smirked. “Other than beauty… nah.” “Capp, that was corny.”

“I’ve never been good with words, and I tend to say the wrong shit. I’m used to saying whatever comes to mind because I don’t give a fuck about somebody’s feelings.” He paused. “Not with you, Alaia. I stop to think before I speak because I want to be intentional with every word I speak to you and over you.

Since you’ve been home from the hospital, it hasn’t sat right that you don’t share the same name as me and Promise.”

“Don’t take that shit off either. Or we gonna have a fucking problem, Alaia.”

How can I ask you to make a home with me without giving you a commitment. Words are just words, but I’ve always been about showing the action. I know you need to see the action. I’ve never had a home of my own. I need you to make this into our home… a safe haven for our family. Our paradise away from the world.”

“Now give me a kiss, and don’t say some shit like that again… you got the ring on your finger… fuck these other bitches.”

“Aimee, you want me to come or fucking not? If my son told you to call me, then I’m not gonna let him down… but let me tell you something, this a set up and I’m slicing your throat.”

Like it was in slow motion, Cappadonna, and Capone both swaggered into the club, the crowd parting with every step they took. Capp was dressed down in a pair of gray Essentials sweatpants, wheat timberland boots, white tank top, and his Inferno Gods biker vest on.

Capone was walking beside him with a bullet proof vest on, jeans, and a pair of black timberlands.

Shit, I knew they were fine on their own, but together I wanted to be a fucking conductor so I could run the ...

I watched in horror while Ace’s mouth was full of gun, and my baby daddy was the one shoving it in his mouth.

Who would have thought I would get out of prison and have a grown ass son. If that wasn’t enough, I would meet my soul mate and have a daughter together, then end up with a damn grandson.

He nodded, understanding that Aimee had one time to slip, and her ass would be slipping and sliding right in a fucking grave next to her brother.

I just knew that meant I had to have his back, front, and his sides when we stepped out the door. I’d lay down and die for my son, and I meant that. Capo would take care of my family without hesitation.

“Let me tell you what your job is.” He got real close to my ear. “Make our house a home, raise our daughter, riding my dick and face, and shopping whenever you feel like it.”

“Say happy birthday, Grandpa.” “Pop-Pop,” Cappadonna corrected. “Bad enough ya’ll made me one, you not about to call me one.”

“Cappin’ ass Capri.”

My eyes widened with the way he was grilling homie, who hadn’t realized that he was in the presence of a damn lunatic who didn’t play behind me.

You lucky I’m in a good mood because for fucking with mine, I should have shot yo ass,” he pulled his gun out, sitting it on the bar counter. “Matter fact, I should make you a fucking example for fucking with my wife.”

“I’m gonna tell you both something that I want you both to hold close. A man expressing emotions is not fucking weak.

That suck it up like a man shit is the reason there’s so many unhealed men running around here sucking that shit up and it’s damn near killing them.”

He would never look at me like I was his whole world, and he damn sure wouldn’t give a fuck if I burst into flames. Cappadonna wouldn’t use the last of his piss to help me if I was on fire.

“In my eyes you a fucking liar, so yeah. Actually, walk with me up to the roof real quick,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t trying to get me up there to push me off.

I used to be envied by bitches, and now I was one of the bitches that I used to call jealous hoes.