Cappadonna 3.5 (Season two: Delgato Family: Cappadonna)

by Jahquel J.

They ain’t never met that Capp that could give a fucking snowman chills, they got him though.

“It’s a shame that years have flown by and you’re doing the same thing. I can tell you look musty without even seeing you.” “You about to make me go upside your head, bitch,” I snarled, pissed that this bitch assumed that I looked musty.

I hadn’t slept much trying to track her ass down, and she had the nerve to clock that I was fucking musty.

“Fatima, you have the upper hand right now, and I admit it may even feel good to you because you’ve always hated me. You and Raheem kidnapped a Delgato… not just any Delgato, Cappadonna’s wife. If you think you’re going to see your kids grow up, you may need to make other arrangements for them. Let us go and make this easier on you because when my baby comes, he’s not letting shit go. His hands don’t discriminate… wrong twin.”

“The chains… Capri was fucking with her chain. They have the fucking chip in their chains.”

swear to God if they fucking hurt Blair, I’m gonna lose my shit, Capp.” Quasim liked Blair, and the shit was obvious. No nigga would be feeling like this over a chick he had met a few times.

“She got it… stop underestimating her,” Quameer said, as he left out the door.

“I’ve dreamed about a million ways you would get yours when it came to karma. I never imagined that it would be me… I was playing it too small, and now look. You’re on your knees in front of me. Don’t ever fucking put a gun to my husband’s head and think I won’t have something to say about it.”

“Good girl. Tried to tell that nigga you don’t play when it comes to Daddy.”

“Every thug needs a ladyyyy!” he sang out and we all laughed, including Blair who was still on the floor.

Me: Nigga you gay or something? Qua: Tf? Me: Blair. Qua: lol Me: If we celebrating pride for you next year let a nigga know. I got you… we locked in no matter which team you swing for. Qua: Capp? Me:? Qua: fuck ya

I see this is where your daughter got her love for crooked wigs.” He reached out and shifted my memaw’s wig straight.

“Did you really fix my grandma’s wig?” “Hell yeah. That shit was driving me crazy the whole service. Got the nerve to be shady and don’t even know how to fix her damn wig,” he muttered as I grabbed his hand, linking mine with his.

“My guest room is down the hall.” “I see your crib and whip got something in common.” “What’s that?” I asked while grabbing my usual three bottles of water that I somehow guzzled by morning. “They smell like you, right?” I laughed remembering the conversation we had about how my car smelled.

“You have people keeping tabs on me?” “Suga, you not some regular. A nigga need to know where you at all the time. You like to be independent, and I respect that, but I respect your brother and I don’t ever wanna have that conversation with him about you being in the dirt.” He stood in front of me, as I looked up at him. “Why do you call me, Suga?”

“We both know why. But if you need another explanation. You a sweet person, Capri. I also know that you’re bad for me, but that doesn’t stop me from craving you… you’ve always been bad for me, cappin’ ass,” he smirked.

“Quasim and Quameer own the damn tattoo shop… I figured you would feel better with us being here.” “I don’t know that nigga, that one, and that freaky ass one over there… yeah, look at his tongue, the shit split in half, he freaky as fuck, Joy.”

“Você é especial,” he winked at me, taking another pull. I looked at him. “Quameer, you speak Spanish?” “Portuguese,” he corrected like I should have known. Every time I peeled back one layer, it seemed like three more sprouted. He had so many different layers. “You sing, speak a different language and have a whole college degree… what else don’t I know about you?”

“That’s nasty as fuck, Capri… you pregnant or something?” “Nope... I never have the babies… the niggas I fuck with do.” I couldn’t help but to laugh at my situation. Quameer grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes. “You can laugh, but I know that shit hurts. There will come a time when it doesn’t hurt anymore ‘cause somebody made you feel all the shit that you were missing. Eu sou aquele homem para você.”

I held my index and middle finger together straight and slid it across my nose slowly while maintaining eye contact with Tookie before I spit at him. “Chrome pussy!” “You just made my dick hard, Capri, shit,” Quameer said. Inferno Gods had this sign movement where if they had beef with somebody, they would hold their index and middle finger and slide it under their nose. The fingers represented the I in Inferno Gods, and the spit represented the disrespect they wanted the other party to feel.

“Why you over there acting like an Inferno Goddess?” People often thought that the Inferno Gods were all men, and majority of them were. However, there were women that were part of the gang, too.

“Sooooo foul, Meer.” He shrugged. “Gotta do what I gotta do… children don’t belong on the internet.” “I agree.” “Good, we on the same page when it comes to our own.”

“Your deck just didn’t get shuffled with mine yet… you missing the king in your deck, and I’m missing the queen. Timing plays a key in all of this.”

“Shit seems unsure right now and it always do after ending shit with your person. What’s to come is so sure, that you won’t doubt it. You won’t even remember this moment in the future… alright?”

He snatched his shirt off, and I fought the urge to bite the back of my hand while staring at his body. Tattoos covered every inch of his body, and then on his left side there were burns that matched his face. He had tattoo flames surrounding the actual burns.

“Also, gonna try celibacy, too. She need to be locked down so I could truly lock in with myself.” “Bet… let me do it with you.” “Oh fucking please… you giving up pussy, stop.” I laughed. He smirked. “I’m serious though… dedicate this next year to locking in. Being real with you, Capri, I wanna be your friend before anything. Take this next year to do you, lock in, and I wanna be there for you as a friend.” I held my hand out and smiled. “Friends… and whoever breaks first will have to pay ten bands.”

“Company?” I looked at the other officer, who had his hands resting inside the top of his vest that he wore. He had his sleeve rolled up some and I saw flames on his wrist, and then looked over at Rhodes. I almost wanted to tell him to leave me alone with this one because he was much finer. His mocha complexion, thick lips with his thick neatly trimmed beard had me ready for him. His locs were pulled up in a messy bun.

“Officer King is a smarty pants… he’s in his last year of medical school.”

“Capella, you cut your damn locs off? I thought you were going for a run?” She tossed her laptop to the side and climbed to the end of the couch. “I needed a change… fresh start, right?” She rubbed my beard, and then my head while taking me in. “I… I don’t know what to say. You look so damn good… I feel like I’m cheating on you.” She snorted, as I hugged her.

“His aunt is pretty dope, too, Baby Doll… I keep hearing them call you Big Dawg,” I chuckled. “Just call me Big Mama… ‘cause Capri Delgato make a nig—” “Don’t you fucking finish it, Capri,” I warned, and she shrugged, laughing because she knew it bothered us.

“You actually fucked both my friends and you got the nerve to even open your mouth. Mr. I Don’t Know If Timmy Is My Son Because I Fucked His Mama. How dare you even open your mouth to judge me. Quameer wasn’t always an Inferno God either, so how the fuck was I was supposed to know that Cappy knew his brother? Either way, me and Quameer are just friends, so you don’t need to worry about what I do with my friends, Winston!” she stood up, snatching her napkin and leaving the room. “You nasty for fucking Tasha, nigga. I forgot to tell yo ass that before.” I pointed at him with a stank face on.

Gods. I walked over to Hassan and dapped him up. “Good looks, Officer King.” He smirked. “More like Dr. King.”

My world: I don’t think I can ever wash my hair in the sink without thinking of you lol. Me: Better be the only one you thinking about. My world: I got me a little something on the side. Me: Yeah… now I gotta tell Promise her mama went to get bacon and never came back. My world: LEROY!

Shorty that wanted to see my dick was working today. “Should I pull it out right now or are you going to do the fucking most with my briefs. You ever drove six hours with a fucking wedgie?”

dug into my wallet, and pulled out the pictures that we had took a few weeks ago. I slid the pictures across the table at him, and he tossed the danish down and his eyes lit up at the pictures.

When he said he saw the vision, I believed him. I believed every word that came out this man’s mouth. Well, except that he’s a matchmaker and a dentist.

“Damn, Suga, all I got was a text message,” I turned my head and Quameer sat in the empty seat beside me. “Quamee…Quameer, what are you doing here?” I stammered.

He smirked. “I bought a cheap little flight so I can see you walk through the gate. One year without my homie is gonna suck.”

I stood up. “Did you come for a hug, Meer?” He stood up, towering over me. I watched as he patted his jeans and then pulled out a lighter. “Take this with you.” “A lighter?” I held it in my hand confused. “My favorite lighter, Suga… hold it when you miss home. Do a little flick when you’re thinking about me.”

He held his index and middle finger together and instead of sliding it under his nose, he kissed them and winked at me. “I’ll be here when you get back… bestie,” he teased. I smiled, wiping my tears. “I never learned that one.” “It’s only for you.” He winked.