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Jahquel J.
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August 8 - August 10, 2025
her. “What is his problem?” Alaia asked, as she pushed a plate of food into my hands. “Qua is complex… he been through a lot.” “I guess I’m trying to figure him out. Does he have a girlfriend or anything.” Blair went into the kitchen to grab some water. “He was so worried about me in Philly, hugged me and looked into my eyes… he didn’t look like he was just following orders, you know?”
Me and Quasim had a mutual respect. He was riding with me because of the loyalty that we had between families. I would have done the same for him if he ever needed me to. All Quasim had to do was call and I was running beside him before he could even finish the sentence.
That good ass stubborn sex knocked a nigga out every time, ‘cause we were both trying to outdo the other. I turned my wife into a freak because her ass had won the last two rounds. Especially after our first argument. It was like she was trying to get payback for me yelling at her.
As much as I craved peace when I came home, I also had this side of me that loved being in the streets. I enjoyed handling business and doing my thing, while coming home. I also knew that this shit couldn’t last forever, and I needed to sit my ass down and be a husband, father, and grandfather, too.
“Good night, Roy. I love you,” she climbed into the bed, purposely reaching across to kiss me on the cheek, making sure I smelled that perfume she wore. She always smelled like a sexy little apple spice loaf whenever she wore that shit. Alaia’s ass knew that was my favorite scent on her and how that shit made my mouth water, wanting to taste her.
“Excuse me… just trying to get comfortable,” I rested my hardened member on her ass. “Good night, Baby,” I softly blew in her ear, my lips brushing against the top of her ear. “Roy,” she moaned out. “Why you sound like that, Alaia? Everything all fucking good?” I asked, slowly kissing on her neck, while she fought hard to resist me, knowing she wanted me badly. “Open them legs for Daddy, Joy… I know you want some.”
He held Promise up while making baby talk with her and kissing her toes. This was a man that I saw go beast mode a few weeks ago, and here he was making baby noise for my sister. “Stinky mamas… you so stinky... ahh… you so stinky. Daddy will kill for you, know that,” he cooed while kissing her on the cheeks.
I appreciated my father, and sometimes got in my feelings because I had missed so many years with him. No kid wanted to be disciplined, but I craved knowing him and having him discipline me when I was in my wild out phase of my teens.
“I’m sorry, Aim… did they find out why?” Her entire body shook as she looked into my eyes. “She discovered Ace’s body in her bathroom and wrote a letter saying the guilt for keeping his secret finally got her. I wanted her to own up and admit to what he did, but not like this, Capella.” “Aimee, sometimes you can’t control what a stiff wig bitc…” he cleared his throat.
I wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her on the head. “I love you. Rory loves you, and we’re your family. We aren’t going anywhere, Baby. What happened to you isn’t your fault. They failed to protect you, and then blamed you for it. I’ll do whatever I can to protect my wife. Aimee, will you become my wife?”
I wiped her face. “As your man, I’m always going to show up for you. I take that serious, and I’m around a bunch of men that have shown me the way. I can be out there fucking around, but I don’t want to. I want you, Aimee.” She kissed my lips a few times as she rested her forehead against mine. Nothing much needed to be said because I knew in my heart that Aimee was for me.
“I didn’t take anything from you. As the head of this family, I made a decision that I knew would be best for this family.” “Shit not fair. He took so much from me, and I didn’t get the chance to take him out… shit selfish if you ask me.”
“Aimee’s feelings around her brother are confused. She fucking cried for him, grieving his death, even though he hurt her in the worst way possible. At the end of the day, that is still her brother. Same story when it comes to her mother. The bitch was wicked as shit, but at the end of the day that is her mother, someone she spent her life with. Kind of how you’re grieving Kendra even though you know she wasn’t the best mom or person.”
I’ll be the bad monster all day long, but the last thing you ever want is for that woman, your future wife, to resent you. The mind is the strongest muscle, and it is also the trickiest. While she feels one way about them, she can also feel another way about you taking them from her. As your father, I did what was best for you.
He paused before leaving the room. “Oh, Baby Capp?” “Yeah?” “Don’t ever accuse me of being selfish. I’d give my life for any of you under this roof without a second thought… remember that.” I watched as he left the room, and I felt bad for even pressing him the way that I had.
Ace used to be my favorite person in the world. He used to protect me once upon a time and would dare anyone to hurt me. I don’t know when he stopped, or when I became his enemy. I remember when he beat up a boy in my school that was bothering me. I told him how he kept pulling my hair and Ace told me not to worry about it. Next thing I knew, he was at the school whooping that boy’s ass. I felt proud to have a brother that didn’t play about me, and it was something that I wore as a badge of honor. That was the last time that I felt like my brother gave a fuck about me.
“We your family and you letting this nigga speak for you!” Rowland yelled at me as he stared at me. “Nigga, you ain’t no fucking family. Keep talking to her and I’mma have you wash that salty ass chicken down with some bullets.” Capella spit at his feet and then swaggered around the car, getting in.
“Capella is thinking about converting.” He had a conversation with me about it, and I told him that I wanted to do whatever he did. I watched as Cappadonna led the house and how he was with his wife. He didn’t play when it came to Alaia, and her covering her hair and body was her choice. She honored her husband by doing that, and I was prepared to do the same.
Erin asked. “Are you prepared to cover your body and hair, too?” “The choice to cover hair is her choice. If Capella is considering it, that means he has spoken to his father about it. I cover my hair for my husband, as a form of respect because I just respect the hell out of that man.”
“What are you going to do?” She shrugged. “Cry. Maybe even drink some more and order some takeout. What the hell else can I do? Jasmine is in love with him, and it is clear that he feels the same way. For once, I can’t be selfish.” “Hate to be like this, Pri, but you asked for this. You kept sliding back with Naheim instead of allowing Kincaid to love you. You were so worried with him falling in love with Jasmine, and now he has a baby with her.”
“You told me you wanted to get your body in shape, right?” He looked at his son, and he nodded and was about to say something. “Getting your body in shape takes discipline… kind of like converting. Any nigga could say they’re Muslim, and continue the same pattern, which most do.” “I’m not out here trying to be Muslim… I’m out here trying to catch my breath before you start sprinting off and leaving us.”