Capri (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

by Jahquel J.

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

“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.”

“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,”

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

Yours is the only one sitting there with dirt, and honestly, it’s fucking up my property value.”

“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.”

“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?”

“What plan?” “Me picking you up and then having you run right into my arms as we scream, you’re back from the war.”

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.

If you didn’t know her and Cappadonna well, you would have assumed she was this sweet little housewife. Her ass was just as twisted and wicked as her damn husband.

“You know, I have a feeling about you two… I think she’s gonna be your wife one day.” I looked down at her and pinched Promise’s cheeks. “Think? Come on, Alaia, I know she gonna be that.”

Niggas was sitting there stroking their beards while looking like the twins out The Shining movie.

“So, both you niggas know you just gave this lunatic permission to crash out behind Capri, right?”

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 supposed to share locations with your husband.”

“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?”

“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.”

“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.

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.”

“I love you, Suga,” I heard him whisper as I was slowly drifting into a deeper sleep.

“Family doesn’t always need to be blood… trust me,

The bitch could rest in piss for all I care.

“So, do you happen to know who my brothers killed and why they would want my soul?”

“You got me, and I got you… we family, Pri.” She nodded. “Shit go left...” “We bringing that shit back right… never get it twisted.”