Cappadonna 2 (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

“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.”

“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.

“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.”

“She still going to be dead if you go to the party or not.”

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. It was like the room slowed down as both of them, side by side, walked through the club. 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.

Ace was scared. This nigga was holding the gun to his own head and daring him to pull the trigger. Monty was nearly behind the couch hiding and not saying a damn word. It was like watching a damn movie.

put that on my seeds that I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m going to rid the fucking world of you, and when I do, I promise I’m going to make sure you’re so unrecognizable that the casket has to remained closed. Putting your hands on your own sister… fucking weak ass. You came for my son to get a response from me, well, you got me pussy.” 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.

Monty went from hiding behind the couch to now on the floor behind the couch. You couldn’t even see his ass because he was that far behind it.

“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?” Alaia was nearly crawling to the bathroom while laughing so hard. “I can’t help itttt!” she shrieked out in laughter. I couldn’t help but to laugh seeing her sitting on the floor with her legs crossed to avoid further peeing. “Yo pissy ass just pissed on our bed.” “Stop…please,” she begged as she held her hand up. “Please don’t judge me… I may have pissed on the carpet, too.” I put my plate on the bed and stood up, and sure enough she pissed on the carpet while still laughing. “I’m about to tickle the fuck out of you if you don’t tell me who told you my middle name.”

“So, you can call me Joy, which isn’t my name at all, but I can’t call you, Leroy.” I held my hands over her, threatening to tickle her ass. “I’m about to call you pissy in a minute.” “How about Roy?” “How about you call me Daddy?” I picked her up and carried her pissy ass into the bathroom. “I am not about to call you Daddy in public, Cappadonna.” “I’m cool with that… as long as you screaming it in private.” I kissed her on the neck and sat her down. “Donna?” “Don’t piss me off.”

“Whatever,” she giggled. “Can you peek in on Promise. She’s downstairs with Aimee… and your grandson.” I grumbled. “Yeah.” “Don’t be like that, Roy.” “Alaia!” I warned. “Alright, fine,” she laughed while I left out the room.

Erin: You better not be weak and let that man talk you into telling him. Me: Wow, E. I thought you had better faith in me. Erin: Girl, I almost slipped. Be stronger than me, plsss.

Jean not only helped me learn how to be a mother to my daughter, but she was also teaching me how to be a woman. Teaching me things that I didn’t know that I should have known. Erin was super close to her in-laws. My only hope was that I would be close to them too.

Another man came out the store, and that quick Capp’s eyes switched and before I could blink, he had the man choked up against the door. Capone came coolly walking out of his car like his twin wasn’t choking the hell out of this man.

“Alaia, I promise we’re not having sex!” Aimee just had to scream back, so she knew I was in here crying and wasn’t getting any buns.

“I’m gonna tell you both something that I want you both to hold close. A man expressing emotions is not fucking weak. When I first got upstate, I cried myself to sleep for a full year. I felt like I was letting my family down, leaving my twin to fend for himself. I’m a better man because of that shit. I’m a better man for my family, a better man for my fiancée, and a better man for my kids. You lost the most important woman in your life, feel that shit, Capella. Grieve, because that’s what real men do.”

You won’t raise my grandson with that mentality. 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.”

“When I called him, he would sit on the phone and let that shit out. I listened… that’s all you can do sometimes. Someone grieving don’t want you to have all the answers… they just want a listening ear and a shoulder. Let them sit in their pain for a bit. Sometimes that’s the only thing they have left to hold onto from the person they lost.”

“Chubs, what’s the matter?” I sniffled. “I’m good, CJ.” CJ didn’t look too convinced, so he walked over toward us, and leaned on his uncle. “Smooth cat, tell me what makes a man.” “Always taking care of his family,” CJ recited back. “What else?” “Taking accountability for his actions.” “What else… come on lay it on us.” “Showing emotion. You can’t be a man without showing emotions… that’s what makes you, you. It’s what makes you strong.” CJ put his hand on mine. “When I fell during football and cried, Daddy pulled me to the side to hug me and then told me what I had to do.” “What’s that?” Capp asked, I could hear the smile in his voice. “Go beast mode.”

“Jaiden cried, too, at his championship game.” “Now why you telling my business? I came over here to watch Sonic and you spilling our secrets.” CJ laughed then ran into the house.

Was it because she was Muslim like him? Because she dressed modest, and I refused to do it. If I had known a ring that big would have been in my future, I would have put on a damn Barney outfit if he asked me to.

When that super nigga tossed me over the fucking banister, I had suffered another concussion. Thankfully,

When his ass showed up at the club, I didn’t expect his ass to do anything. Clearly that bullshit rule of Switzerland with the Cromwell-Vanducci family didn’t mean anything because he clearly tossed my ass over the balcony and Karter threatened to put a bullet in whoever’s head that tried to help me.

“Bitch, you failed to tell me that he was your son. Stop putting that shit on me like I was supposed to know. I thought he was some random ass nigga that ran with your ex.” “That’s the difference between you and him… he does his research and would have never made a mistake like that.” This bitch just hurt my fucking feelings and was going on like she didn’t say some foul shit to me. I had half the mind to slap the shit out of her, but calmed myself down before I caught a case. “Yet you were fucking me.” “Because he was in prison. Had he been out, this pussy would have only been reserved for him.”

“Let him believe whatever the fuck he wanna believe. You riding for me, Kendra. It’s my job to protect you.” She snatched her hand away from me. “You can’t even protect yourself, Ace! He tossed you off the second floor of the fucking club! How the fuck you gonna protect us?”

“I don’t want another kid, but I don’t know maybe this will keep me alive.” The fact that she was using our baby as a fucking bullet proof vest pissed me off.

“You heard from Alaia’s friend lately?” “Who Blair?” My baby didn’t have any friends aside from Erin and Capri, and even then, they were family, not friends. Blair was her only friend that she spoke to occasionally. “Yeah. Just wanted to see if she was good.” I smirked. “You feeling Blair, nigga? I’ll link that up for you… look at me… a fucking dentist and matchmaker... I can vouch your pockets is straight… Blair own her own business and shit, can’t be with no fucking bum… feel me?” “Yo chill the fuck out. I’m just asking if she’s good.”

“Nah. It’s not like that between them… he really just being there for her. Him and Capri been going through their own shit… she came over to the crib yesterday to climb in NJ crib, and said that they broke up or some shit.” “Yo ol happy ass was probably laying across your bed kicking your feet in the air while planning your second wedding.” I clowned him because I knew how much he wanted Capri back. “She been hanging out with Quameer lately,” Quasim mentioned his brother, and I looked at him and then Naheim. “Oh fuck nah.” On the way out the warehouse, I called my sister. “Hey Cappy… what’s up?” 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?”

“Aimee, you didn’t tell me…” she didn’t finish her words because she was hopping off the stool and trying to gather her things. “Didn’t tell you what?” I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. She gulped, holding her bag. “That this was your house.” “Why would she tell you that?” “I…I can leave. I promise I’m not here for any problems. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend… I’m in school.” She was rambling and I motioned for her to shut the hell up. “Let me see those grades… ‘cause I told you I would see you again.” Did I know she was going to be in my kitchen today? Nah. She didn’t need to know that. I was glad that she broke up with scary ass and valued herself. I watched as she grabbed her phone and scrolled, walking over to show me the phone. I grabbed my reading glasses from the kitchen draw beside me and put them on while scrolling through her grades. “Dean’s list, hmm.” “Yes. I’m actually very proud.” “As you should be.”

Skyler stood there. “You keep out them damn traps, too.” She smiled. “I will… thanks, Mr. Capp.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Just Capp.” First those two wanted to make me a damn grandpa, and now she had her friend calling me fucking Mr. Capp. What the fuck had my life turned into?

The door opened and Quameer was standing there. “Capping ass Capri… we can’t keep running into each other like this.”

“What you doing, Tweety?” Cappadonna casually asked like we were fucking friends or something. “Nothing to say… bet. I’m gonna tell you what you gonna be doing. You can start kissing your ass goodbye… what’s this? Me two, you zero… another one bit the dust baby boy. Any fucking way, I sent you a booster seat to your crib.” He laughed manically into the phone as he ended the call.

“Kidnapped?” Raheem looked at me skeptical, like he didn’t believe what the fuck I was saying. “Or did she just bounce because Zayne died?” “Either way, you sold her to us, and she can’t choose when she wants to leave.” Raheem had the nerve to fucking sigh. “What do you want me to do about it, Taz? Me and Zayne made that deal over ten years ago, that money has since run out.” “Bitch, she got a warranty.”

I relaxed when I saw it was Fatima calling me. “Yeah? I’m head—” “Why the fuck would someone send a fucking head to my house, Taz? My daughter opened it thinking it was from Amazon!” she screamed.