Capri (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

by Jahquel J.

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

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

“Big Pri back home!” He did a celebratory beep of his horn and scared an elderly woman trying to merge into the next lane. “Her ass shouldn’t have been driving any fucking way.” He grilled her while she stuck her middle finger at him.

“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. I didn’t even know who the fuck this nigga was, but he had me fucked up if he thought he was about to talk to my Suga.

“Meer!” she squealed and leaped into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her on the cheek. I continued to hold her, not wanting to let her ass go. “Um, Meer, you gotta let me go.” Capri giggled in my ear. “Yeah, let her ass go, Meer,” Capp looked at me and I smirked.

“Anyway, who is the future Mrs. Inferno?” I looked up into her eyes with my spliff tucked between my lips. “You, Suga.” Capri’s breath was caught in her chest as she looked down at me.

remember when I used to kiss the beauty mark that was above her thick pink lip. Now all I wanted to do was smear shit on her face and watch her fucking gag over the smell.

was time to get back to me, show them why they called me Capri Delgato, make a nigga yell god damn.

“Capp did mention that you were gay or some shit like that. He was ranting about celebrating pride for you because you’re in denial about it.” Quasim did a deep sigh before he turned the TV off and stood up. Thankfully, his ass was actually dressed today and wasn’t still sitting around in pajamas. “We out.” “Now you want to be out because we starting to think you gay,” I mumbled.

“Quasim, when the fuck did pissy ass Quameer become a man?” “Nigga, I ain’t never pissed the fucking bed in my life,” I replied, cutting that shit right now. These niggas weren’t about to be calling me fucking pissy.

How you protected her in Baltimore, I know you’ll protect her. In Miami, when you kicked that nigga in the face, I know you’ll spill blood behind her.” “He fucking what?” Quasim blurted.

“Whenever you’re ready for marriage… I want you to meet me in my office and ask me like the Godfather.” “This nigga,” Capone snorted.

“So, both you niggas know you just gave this lunatic permission to crash out behind Capri, right?” Capp smirked. “I’m the biggest crash out when it comes to my wife…. it’s every man for themselves out there. Only the stupid would go against this nigga when it comes to Baby Doll.”

The door was closed to my room, so I assumed Capri had closed it after I left. I pushed the door, and it felt stuck. Shoving the door in a bit more, I was able to get it opened and turned the light on. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Peach and Capri both screamed holding onto each other. I noticed the terrible job of trying to barricade the door with the closet door behind the door. “What the fuck?” “Oh… it’s your father. We’re good, Peach,” Capri did a nervous chuckle as she and Peach were in the bed that was supposed to be mine. “We heard a noise, and both got scared, so we came in here… then we heard footsteps, so I tried to barricade the door.” Tossing my duffle bag into the chair in the corner, I turned to look at them both. “I told you that movie was going to scare the both of you.”

Absolutely childish, Capri lmaoooo

Being real, I would have been fucked up if I had to abandon all thoughts of being that man for Capri. Having to witness her be with someone else would have torn me apart. I didn’t want to see her with somebody else, I wanted to see her with me. By my side, being loved the way she deserved to be, taking this dick the way, I knew she wanted it. I wanted to change that name from Delgato to Inferno, and I had no doubt in my mind that we would make it to our twenty-year anniversary with our kids by our side. When I looked at that smile, heard her smart ass comebacks, I saw all that shit in our cards.

If you can’t give me this and we’re friends, I don’t want to be in a relationship. You have to let me go, and allow me to find someone that is gonna let me in.” I leaned the fuck up because she had my heart beating all fast. If I was hooked up to a monitor, I knew for sure they would have been trying to calm me down. “What the fuck you mean, Capri?” “Exactly what I said,” she stared me in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. I could tell she was deadass with the way she held my gaze. “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.

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? My eyes nearly popped out my head because if it was one person you didn’t want to test, it was Quameer’s crazy ass. It was clear he was nearby and could see me with Mason.

“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. “Ahhhh!” I damn near drove my truck off the road when I looked in my rearview mirror. He was now leaned in the back like he was being chauffeured. “Pull the fuck over,” he sternly but calmly replied, still cool as fuck in the back like this was normal.

“What the fuck are you doing in my car? How did you even know I was there to begin with, Quameer?” I had steadied my breathing and calmed down, and now I wanted answers. “You supposed to share locations with your husband.” He pulled on his spliff, as he sped down the highway toward the lake house. I stared at the side of his face as he continued on like all was great in his world. It was probably great in his world because his ass was the one causing the mayhem. “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.

“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.”

“Bitch, I’ll knock⁠—” He and his mother jumped back when I pulled my gun out. “Put your hands on me and I promise your mama gonna have to do CPR. Don’t ever threaten to do anything to me.” I moved past them until I was in the living room near the front door. Tiny was shaking in her damn boots as she stared at me holding the gun. “She pulled a gun out on us,” she shrieked in disbelief like I was aiming the gun directly her way. “You got it, Gangsta… I promise you won’t get a second chance to pull a gun on me and my mama.”

“Family doesn’t always need to be blood… trust me, you better off without them.” He walked back toward the door. “Handle that shit, Capella.” “Already handled.”

“You got something you want to say.” His ass purposely spit when he spoke to me. “Yeah… your breath smell like donuts and rotten pussy. Instead of being in my face, head down the block and get you some fucking gum. Kind of partner, are you? I know he been melting the side of your face all damn day.”

Capella pleaseeeee

“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. I loved her down, but I needed sis to realize the kind of life that I lived, and that anything could happen.

"crying ass Blair" !

The mustang swerved around the cars until he was right on the side of us, and I merged onto the shoulder, going around a slow-moving Mini Cooper. “Dammit, Erin,” Aimee said, and we both broke out into laughter.

Meer didn’t even let the bike slow down before he dropped that shit on the floor and power walked to homie.

He had a tire mark tattoo tatted on the side of his face, as he looked down at me.

THIS IS WHO WAS AT THE HOSPITAL & KENDRA RAN INTO HIM (literally)! Ahhhhhh i love how tgeres bits and pieces that come together later