Capri (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

by Jahquel J.

For those who keep saying sHe DRaGgiNg It… the books are full novels, split in half because I am contractually obligated.

To every woman who has ever lost herself and had to fight to find her again.

“We’re proud of you, Capri. You doing what you need to do for you… nobody can take that from you.”

“Big Pri over and out,” he saluted and smiled at me as I rolled my carry on beside me.

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

“You’re the one who told me to travel.” “Didn’t think you would do it… or that it would hurt to see you go.” He shrugged and looked at me. I stood up. “Did you come for a hug, Meer?”

“Take this time and fall in love with Capri. Get to know you, and when you come back, be ready for whatever is to happen.”

“You still have to be celibate… you not slick,” I giggled, while wiping my tears. He laughed. “Ain’t shit out there I wanna slide into… you the one that need to keep that shit on lock.”

“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. I swiped my tears, returning the gesture. “Later, Meer.” “Until you return, Suga.”

I was so used to being Capone and Cappadonna’s little sister, Naheim’s wife, and Kincaid’s shorty that I forgot what it was like to just be Capri.

The woman who loved law, even though I broke it often.

“My man, put those suitcases in my whip, she ain’t riding with yo’ weird looking ass.”

“Cappadonna, you better keep it a secret because Alaia will get it out of you. Neither of you stand on business when it comes to each other,” I called him out.

“When you marry your soul mate you could never be sick of them… me and my baby locked the fuck in.”

Erin and Alaia had both my brothers whipped. All they had to say is jump and both of them would be jumping up and down.

The same applied to Alaia and Erin, too. Those bitches didn’t know how to stand on business even if the ...

I loved being an auntie, even to my overly grown nephew who hated for me to call him Sugar Plum.

“Do you sit and watch that damn app with all of our chains?” He smirked. “Yeah, it’s like my own little Sims… I can’t sleep unless I know everybody good.”

“Call me what you want… I got here before you had to get in that damn car with fucking Beetlejuice.”

Meer Cat: Shouldn’t you be sleep? This open legs hours, Suga! Me: I’m reading and enjoying the view.

I don’t think I would have lasted if it wasn’t for him being in my ear. Every time I told him I was going to come home; it was his words that reminded me that I had this. I was stronger than what I thought, and this was for me, no one else.

Call me a homie hopper all you want; I did have some decorum back in college.

Raising my ex-husband’s side chick’s baby was some crazy tail mess, and because I was so caught up in life, I never realized it until I stepped away.

Between Capone and Cappadonna, they were probably gonna kick all our asses out anyway. I ain’t never seen two men more competitive in my life. Alaia had balled her husband’s lips up a few times because his ass was hollering at everybody from the other team.

The spliff I was about to light dropped to the floor when my Suga walked around the truck.

The shorts she wore had me ready to run over there and tossed this damn vest over her legs.

“Shit, she fine as shit… think I might shoot my shot.” “I’ll fucking shoot this shot if you even look in her direction, lil’ nigga,” I snarled as I showed him the gun that rested behind my vest.

“Nigga, wipe the drool from your lips… the look on your face when she came around the truck… damn. You ready to go toe to toe with both Capo and Capp’s ass?”

and then was picked up when Jaiden flew off the court mid-game and grabbed her up.

Her smile was infectious, had me over here smiling all creepy and shit just because she was smiling.

The only scent that tickled my nose, and only one person I cared about wore it.

Half the time, I wanted to let him know that his ex-wife was about to become my new wife, and I would be damned if I allowed her to slip away because I didn’t have self-control.

She needed to get away and she needed to find herself before we could ever be. If we would ever be.

I already knew Suga was pressure, and so did other niggas, which in return had me tapping into that side that I had worked this year to control. I was a rational unhinged nigga, like I could rationalize with myself, but that other side took over and it was all bets off.

“Where the fuck you slid off to?” “His ass was too busy grinning in Capri’s face,” Capone called me out. “Fuck up,” I snorted.

My daughter was my world, and I would do anything for her. Being honest, Peach was my broke judgmental ass best friend.

It wouldn’t be the last time that she broke my fucking heart and then stomped on it.

Brandi must have been snorting fucking paint if she thought she had any right to question me about my shit.

Cappadonna pulled Alaia close. “My baby be needing me at night… she can’t see in the dark, so I help her to the bathroom. You don’t want piss on the rug, right?”

I had been with someone that sold me the river, and then handed me a damn bottled water, so it was hard to trust someone’s word.

I didn’t want to think about anything or stress about nobody’s nappy headed son. I had done that in the past and I was over that shit. It was time to get back to me, show them why they called me Capri Delgato, make a nigga yell god damn.

I, on the other hand don’t want some square.” Jesse didn’t understand that I liked my men to be hood.

I wanted my man crazy about me and would do whatever just to prove a point.

Jesse didn’t understand that I ran with real niggas and that was what I was attracted to.

What she lacked in height, she had in mouth because that woman could cuss you out so bad that you would feel like you were her height.

Gammy allowed shit to roll off her shoulders, and I was the type that broke your fucking shoulders.

I couldn’t deny that I liked Capri, may even love her ass. The feeling I felt for her was so strong that the shit made it difficult to think logically when it came to her. Soon as she mentioned another nigga, I was already thinking of ways to cut his brakes and put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Shit was never normal when it came to Suga, and I learned that the minute I watched her board that plane without me.

I understood the power that she had over me. I knew she had the ability to break my heart and that was the reason I was cool with being friends with her first.

“You know what I never understand fully.” “What, Blaze? I already know you a little slow, so go ahead.”