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Jahquel J.
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August 24 - October 5, 2025
“You don’t give him enough credit.” “Are you asking or telling me?” “I’m telling you… don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t give you enough either. You both ended up in this situation because neither of you did this new thing that saves a lot of people time.” “What’s that?” “Communication, Aimee,” he laughed.
“No.” “What?” “You and Landon… no.” I rolled my eyes. “We’re friends… he’s cool, but I kind of fell back because it bothered Capella.” “It should. Landon wanna fuck you… he likes you, Aimee… read the fucking room.” He playfully mushed me. “And what about you and Skyler?” “Oh, nah… I wanna fuck her. I read the room and now I’m ready to be inside the room, feel me?”
Skyler wasn’t weak, but I knew how it felt when these men were inappropriate. Morgan was the same way, and it made my skin crawl. He thought because he disguised it as a laugh that everything was all good. I heard his staff talking about his last intern and how they found her in the bathroom crying and bleeding, as he left buckling his pants up.
Like clockwork, we spotted Rich on the phone tossing his briefcase into the passenger seat while on his phone barking orders at somebody. I leaned on the railing while Skyler stared at him. Turning my phone horizontal, I heard Skyler gasp as she held onto the railing. “His car is malfunctioning.” She turned slowly and watched me smirk as I controlled his whip like one of those gas toy cars.
“My father left my mother for the organ player in the church. She was pregnant and he claim that God called him to marry this new woman and raise their baby. They were married for years, and he left her high and dry.”
Skyler may have thought she ran me away with revealing what she did, but in reality, I was even more intrigued than I was before. “Let me tell you something… real life may happen for Skyler Rae, but if a nigga ever come at you like Rich did, you fucking tell Corleon D. Bruster… feel me?”
“Corleon, I am always nice to you… I just don’t have time to play games with you.” “What games? You don’t wanna tell Menace about us like he yo’ fucking Daddy… you the one that stands in the way of this.” “As if you haven’t been talking to other women… I don’t share. Don’t know if I can share, Core. You don’t want just one partner, and you’ve been honest about that… guess I’m stingy.”
girl please menace peeped game long time ago LMAO
so jeffie DID start off reluctant about a three way relationship? that lets me know jeff really loved sky as time went on (i read 10,000 hours with a menace before this)
I witnessed my mother bust her ass at work and take care of us on her own. She had a few boyfriends here and there, but none of those niggas could ever lead. Niggas always spoke about wanting two women and couldn’t even fucking lead one. When I spoke about wanting two women, I wanted two wives. I wanted to lead my household, have a bunch of kids running around, and protect and take care of them within the same home.
Jeffie knew what I wanted, and she was scared to commit to that. I respected that and would continue to chase her until she told me otherwise. I wasn’t in the business of forcing her into something she wasn’t sure on. That didn’t mean I was going to sit back and wait on her, either. Jeffie knew where Daddy was.
We both paused when we heard the front door jiggle, as if someone was coming in. I quickly snatched the flash drive and put the books back while Aimee quietly closed the pocket doors and panicked on where to go. I hid in the corner near the door in case I had to choke a nigga out. “Over there,” I nodded my head toward the armchair. Her dramatic ass jumped over the armchair and I shook my head while we heard footsteps.
“When you came back into my life, I prayed and told God that if you were meant to be my wife, I would allow him to handle it, and what would be would be because he put it together.” I rubbed the side of his face, never breaking our stride as we swayed slowly. “You prayed about me, Meer?” “I pray for you every day, Capri. You were always supposed to be my wife. I got personal beef with the man upstairs for putting you through all the shit you been through, but the end game was me, so we cool for now.”
My mental and life was in shambles, and I continued on like it would get better. It never got better because I wasn’t better. I would sit crawled up in my desk chair looking at pictures of me and Naheim, fighting hard not to respond to his text message asking if I was awake. I knew what he wanted, and as much as sex was good with Naheim… I wanted more. Craved to be loved so hard that I felt it from my toes to my eyebrows, and with Quameer Inferno I felt that.
“Can I tell you something else?” “Yes.” “I ain’t never letting you go again… you hear me? You are mine for life… I was supposed to make you, my wife.” He dipped me before spinning me around. “All the shit you went through is in the past. Only fucking love that matters is the one I give you. You are Mrs. Inferno, and I take pride in that. I take pride in knowing I found my equal, a woman that will help me raise my little lady who adores the fuck out of you. Capri Shelly-Ann Inferno, I’m gonna love you until I don’t have any breath in my chest, and even after that I’m always gonna give you signs
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“The fuck happened to his ass?” Goon nodded toward Rich, who looked battered. He had a black eye, and his nose was bandaged up. “Guess he got what he asked for.” I smirked, being turned on that Corleon stepped for me without even having to use his hands.
and that’s what his nasty ass get for thinking he can treat women like that—corleon should’ve killed him but thats just me.
Morgan’s hand landed on Capri’s ass while they were in a conversation. The ear piece that we all wore tonight was loud in my ear. “Get that nigga’s hand off my wife’s ass or I’m gonna show his ass who the real fucking mayor of this bitch is,” Meer sneered, sending chills down my back.
I leaned back in my seat and watched the city pass by, while looking at Jeffie. It was clear that Core had a crush on her, and maybe even me. Usually, a woman would have gotten jealous with the affection he was showing both of us at the same time, and yet, neither of us did. Corleon D. Bruster was something else.
Gams grabbed my face and kissed both cheeks. “You cannot mess this up, Suga Pie. When I became a mother, I was nervous and scared, too. The mistakes you do make will mold that child. No parent is perfect, and I don’t care what they say. The mistakes of my own mother molded me into the mother I am today, and so forth. Mina is a good mother, the best kind of mother to her boys. The mistakes Jean has made will only mold you into a better mother, not saying Jean isn’t a good mother, but you will learn from her mistakes. The only gift we can give our children is the gift of learning from our
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“Alaia will pop up to chemo even when I tell her she doesn’t need to come. Erin calls to check in with me and sends me groceries when she knows that I’m weak from chemo. Even when you were away, you called every appointment and sat and talked with me because you knew it was a distraction. Even the few times you had dumb ass Meer on three-way with us. You don’t understand how much that was needed in those moments. I needed those moments.”
Alaia wiped her face. “When I came into this family you welcomed me with open arms. You welcomed me and my daug—” “Joy, don’t fucking ruin the moment… our daughter… our daughter.” Cappy looked at his wife and she waved him off, as she often did.
My face hurt from how wide my smile was when I saw Blair come onto the dance floor, and slip into his arms. Sim was usually tense, and he held onto her like he never wanted to let her go. I hated when people tried to predict my future, but with Blair and Sim, I knew she was going to be the next Mrs. Inferno.
After the way Quasim did Rich, I realized that I left a family of lunatics to marry into one. Quasim drove Rich’s body to his grandmother’s house, broke into the house and propped him up on her couch holding a picture of her late husband in his arms. Quameer purposely watched only Philly news for the next few days to break out in laughter when they finally covered the story on the dead district attorney. That told me all I needed to know about the Inferno brothers. Clearly Mina and Jean birthed some crazy muthafuckas.