Capri 3 (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

by Jahquel J.

“I lowkey wanna come,” she shrugged. Capone laughed. “Pipe down, Ms. Gunn.”

You didn’t have to understand, but you were gonna respect how me and Capone showed up for one another.

Quameer got off his bike and swaggered over toward us. “They get crazy, then we get crazier… feel me?”

had I gone, I would have shot that bitch right in her head.” Alaia rolled her eyes, pissed that someone would ever try to harm me. Me and Erin both looked at Alaia. “Yeah, you just as crazy as your damn husband… he rubbing the fuck off on you.”

“Alright, Baby, we’re going to talk to Aimee.” “Oh, lil’ dummy.” “Meer!” I pinched him.

“Aimee?” “Hmm?” “Shut the fuck up, please.” My patience for her little survivor and victim shit was wearing thin, and I was tired of hearing her act like this family didn’t love her or consider her to be just as much family as Capella.

“If Cappadonna Delgato hated you, you wouldn’t even be able to feel the hate because you would be dead.”

This family has been here, and you keep giving us your ass to kiss.”

“Do you know how bad I wanna slap the hell out of you?” “Why?” “Cause when in the hell have I ever been perfect?

“Do something like this again, and I can promise that Cappy will have you in a grave… okay?” She gulped. “Okay.”

“How the fuck do I explain to Ryder that her mother fucking died in a car accident, Sug?”

Whenever I was inside Capri, the world was brighter, there wasn’t any violence and everyone sang when they greeted you. Suga had some Whoville type pussy that had me thinking the world was perfect.

“Baby, that bitch tried to basically kill you in that damn house, and you feel bad for her… that bitch is doing just fine as fucking fertilizer.”

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.

It’s okay to not be alright, but it’s not okay to stay in it.”

“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?”

“Eww, Corleon… you old enough to be her father.” “Nigga, no the fuck I’m not… I’m thirty-five… chill the fuck out.” “And Skyler is twenty...

He looked at me. “Didn’t you try to off yo’ baby?” “Core!” I started hitting him while la...

“You tried to kill yourself and your baby by Plaza, and now you wanna fuck my brother… so, is your mission in life to get the Delgatos to kill you?”

Wow, Menace is wild! 😂

“You know he want the both of you, right?” he blurted.

Menace does not have any type of filter he says whatever comes to his mind for real!

“You think Peach would want to bury her mama in black or white… Brandi too damn fair skin to do white, maybe navy.”

“Navy seems like a good compromise,” Capone replied, and Erin slapped him in the back of his head.

“Keep it white… light and won’t traumatize Ryder… I hate black funera...

“All I’m trying to do is have a good pregnancy and this bitch keeps stressing me the fuck out.” We all looked at him. “You’re not pregnant, Quameer,” Capri said.

Capri smirked. “Not associated with them, Rich… I am one of them… married to one of them… carrying one of them.” She slid her finger under her nose, and spit in his face.

Quasim adjusted his jaw, reached into his mouth and pulled out a razor. To know Sim was to know that nigga always carried a razor in his mouth.

Those small details that I wasn’t privy to were detailing like a muthafucka.

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.

Clearly Mina and Jean birthed some craz...

“Say it with your chest, Little Wootie… you was gonna beat a pregnant woman’s ass, right?” Cappadonna cracked his knuckles.

“Open yo’ fucking mouth, bitch!” He said, as he poured the fucking barbicide into his mouth, and then flicked his fucking lighter.

Capone stood by the door because some women were trying to leave. “Beautiful, go on and sit… your hair fucked up, you can’t be leaving already. I see that little lace thingy.” He flicked her lace front, and Skyler fucking screamed, sliding onto the floor hollering and laughing.