Capri (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

by Jahquel J.

“Let me see you with another nigga, Suga… you ain’t seen shit yet,” I threatened, and she shrugged, as if I didn’t just warn her that I was going to lose my mind if I saw her out with another nigga.

That was my right hand, I just needed her to realize that I ran with some real gangstas, and shit was gonna happen every once in a while.

My husband. My World. My everything: Get the fuck out that chicken spot before I send a bullet through that nigga’s three hundred-million-dollar knee… you cool with him being out this season, Suga?

“You ignoring my calls now?” my eyes looked in the rearview mirror, and Meer was climbing his tall ass over the fucking seat from the trunk.

“You are not my husband, Quameer… you had no right to switch my contact’s name, stalk me, and then climb in the back of my truck. Hell, you don’t even have the right to threaten Mason’s career like you are doing. For what? We’re not even together and you made that very clear.”

“Stop playing with me, Suga… my fucking back hurt, and you playing kiddie ass games.” “Nobody told you to get in the back of my truck, Crazy.” “I’ll be whatever the fuck you wanna call me when it comes to you… why the fuck you out with his ass?”

“You assumed. A simple call could have answered your question. Even a text message… this the shit I be trying to get you to understand… I’m a grown ass man… communicate with me.”

“I communicate. Just say you don’t like that I don’t communicate everything with you. You lied to me, Sug.”

“I’ll kill every nigga you think you ‘bout to fuck with, Capri… I’ll dead any nigga that thinks they got you… feel me, Big Mama?”

“You always have time for me always… you hear me?” He held my chin up to look him in his low eyes. “Don’t even say no shit like that to me. ‘Cause when it comes to you, I’m always going to have time for you. Have I not proven that?”

“I want you, Suga. I ain’t never wanted someone as bad as I want you. I told you that you were bad for me because of how you make me feel. I sat in your trunk considering if I was gonna blow that nigga’s knee out over you.”

My body felt like he had shoved a quarter inside of me and I had come to life.

“Suga, ain’t no going back once I’m in that shit… if you thought me tracking you down and getting in your trunk was crazy… once I mark my territory, all bets are fucking off.”

“And you ain’t got no panties on… you was really trying to make me crash the fuck out, Suga.”

He didn’t know how much I wanted him. How much I needed him, and how much I never wanted to let him go. I’ve waited my whole life to feel like I felt with this man and kissed a few frogs in the process.

“You Big Mama, huh? That’s what you were saying, right.” His cocky ass had the nerve to ask. “I am,” I twisted his loc around my finger. “You seem to think so, too…. Had you in my trunk, didn’t I?”

“Aceite isso como uma boa menina, meu amor,” when he spoke Portuguese in my ear, I just about lost it and the dam broke, releasing everything I had inside of me.

“Me…Meer,” I cried out because my body felt so good. He slowed down, hugging me into him while he bit my neck, and I felt his dick pulsating inside of me. “I swear to God I will kill a nigga behind you, Capri.”

“Blair, I’m gonna need you to match my pace… alright?” “What’s going on?” I could hear the hysteria in her voice, and I sighed, wishing one of my sisters were here with me instead of crying ass Blair.

“You must have been doing that good shit to come after my Suga… you don’t know she got more than a few niggas that don’t play about her…. especially me. I’m a few screws loose behind that one… feel me?”

“I ain’t expect to have to bust my shit while following you today… but I’ll protect my sister… it’s nothing.”