Cappadonna 2 (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

“They did a DNA test, Cappadonna. This little boy is you and Kendra’s grandson.” “Damn… it’s a shame he never going to know his grandmoms.” I shrugged, as I looked across the room at Kendra. Loose pussy had sat on the wrong dick this time and her ass had to go right along with him.

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.

He didnt have to mush her lmao

“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?”

Was this what God looked like? Tall, dark, and handsome with a light fade, thick beard and a tire mark tattoo on the side of his face.

Who is this??

Everybody, aside from the women, knew not to show up unannounced at the house. Cappadonna took preserving my modesty seriously and had a conversation with all the men in the family.

Capp leaned on the counter. “You mind if he comes and stays with us at the lake house?” I looked at him like he was crazy. “You’re asking me? This is your home, Capp, and that’s your son… you take care of family always.” “Why do you insist on pissing me off this early, Joy?” I stared at him because it was a serious question, and he was waiting for me to answer the question.

“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.”

Quasim handed his plate to Capp, and then looked at Blair. “You way too beautiful to be crying.” Blair let out a defeated laugh. “Well, I won’t be when all my hair starts to fall out in a few months.” I could tell it registered immediately to Quasim what Blair was referring to. “Yeah… you right. You’ll be even more beautiful. Keep your head up.” He reached and lifted her chin.

Aimee meant a lot to me, and I was in love with her. I guess she thought I was upset because I didn’t know her brother was Ace. We both were keeping shit from each other, and somehow God made it where our secrets ended up connecting.

All the bitches was on my dick the minute they peeped me walking through. I wanted a shorty to come over here so I could mush the fuck out of her.

Once again, Harrison inserted himself into a conversation that didn’t revolve around him. “Aye, bitch, get the fuck in the house. Smiling in this nigga’s face.” I held shorty around the waist and moved her to the left. “Excuse me, beloved.” “You doing a lot of talking for a pussy,” Kincaid spit at his feet. “Oh shit, you couldn’t handle me yourself, so you went and got your fath—” 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. “What was that, Harry? Why the fuck you out here playing like I’m not really like that?”

My phone rang, forcing me to put my gun back in my pants and grab it with my free hand. Alaia was facetiming me. Whenever my baby called, I was going to answer no matter what. “What’s up, Baby Girl?” The camera was on my daughter, and she was smiling with her eyes opened. “Look at her, Capp… she’s smiling with her eyes opened.” I applied more pressure to Harrison’s neck. “Look at Daddy’s girl… tell my fucking daughter she’s beautiful.” “Ahh, sh…she’s beautiful, Capp,” he stuttered, nearly about to pass out from the pain from his face and the pressure I was applying to his neck. “Baby, let me finish this, alright?” “Do I even wanna know?” “Nah. Love you.” “Love you more,” she laughed as she ended the call.

Nigga, I’m old enough to be your daddy… matter fact. Let me hit you back, Capo.” “Bet.” He laughed and ended the call. I handed my phone to Kincaid and pulled my belt off. “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 tossed his ass onto the steps while holding the belt. “Anybody else want they ass beat?” They all turned away from me. I put my belt on, grabbed my phone and looked at Harrison cowered on the steps. “I went and got my weak ass twin boss, Yung Cuz,” Kincaid spit in his face. “Pussy ass.”

“I knew I wanted to marry you before I even met you.” I looked at him confused. “What?” “I prayed for a woman like you, Alaia. I asked Allah for what I needed when I got out, and he sent me you.”

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

He tossed Ace off the banister, sending him onto the couch in the section below us. We all went to look, and he hit the couch so hard that he bounced and hit the section table, sending shattered glass everywhere. Everybody in that section went screaming while Cappadonna leaned over and spit down on the section. “Anybody help him I’m fucking them up!” Karter roared.

“Pick the toe jam, too,” I pointed my fork at my feet and Alaia broke out into laughter. “Why you rubbing my feet, Joy?” “Eww, Leroy.” I turned my head to the side. “Who the fuck you been talking to, Alaia?” She was laughing so hard that she had tears coming down her face as she rubbed my feet. I pulled my feet out her hands and pointed it at her face. “Eww, stop… omg… my stomach.” She held her stomach while standing up. “Baby, you just pissed on the bed?”

“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.”

You lost the most important woman in your life, feel that shit, Capella. Grieve, because that’s what real men do.” “Thanks for sharing that with the group, Cappadonna,” Jaiden’s stupid ass joked, and we all started laughing. “Fucking asshole.” Capp laughed.

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.”

Kiss my daughter for me and know that I love the shit out of you. See you later, Sweet Joy.” Everybody in the warehouse stared at me, including Quasim. “Nigga, you pacing and leaving voicemails like we not in the middle of some shit.” I looked down at my phone, pressing the number one to make sure my baby got that message. “You lucky I finished recording before you said all that shit… the fuck you want me to do? I missed my wife, so I was fucking letting her know it.” “Lovesick ass… she got you bad,

“I remember when I asked my moms for that Playdoh dentist head shit when I was a kid. She told me no because that meant she had to buy two… I could have been a fucking dentist… nigga, you don’t floss?” I slapped his face up and his eyes tried to focus on me. “You need to take care of your fucking teeth… flossing is important. Matter fact, I want all you niggas to buy floss and start using that shit. If you can’t floss, I can’t fucking trust you.”

Capp pleaseeeeeee be serious

“You feeling Blair, nigga? I’ll link that up for you… look at me… a fucking dentist and matchmaker...

I moved away from Naheim and Quasim and put the phone close to my mouth. “Baby Doll, you better not be out there hopping from homie to homie… the fuck you think this is? A soul train line filled with hood niggas for your choosing?” “What are you even talking about, Cappadonna?” “It got back to me that you been hanging with Quameer’s ol’ touched in the head ass. Did we not love you enough, Baby Doll? Did Pops not hug you enough… why the fuck you keep going for these crazier than a muthafucka niggas?”

I could hear Cappadonna talking and asking him if he lost his mind trying to touch his wife. Should I have been scared? Yeah. Instead, I was blushing when I heard him refer to me as his wife. Whenever he did it, which was often, it always made me feel so giddy on the inside. My man was bashing another man’s head in with a baseball bat, and I was over here swooning because he called me his wife.

Alaia pleaseeee be so fr rn lmaoo

“What you doing, Tweety?” Cappadonna casually asked like we were fucking friends or something.