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“That matted wig bitch gotta fucking die… Joy gonna wanna put a hot one in her ass,”
Capri’s last name wasn’t just Inferno, she was Lady Inferno to the Gods.
“Find that bitch… I want her alive… I want her. By the time I touch back down in America, I better have her waiting for me.”
“I don’t even know the bitch, for real… all I heard is shit about her, but you have to let me end her ass… she shot my fucking husband!” Alaia raised her voice, which caught me by surprise.
“Fair. Then me and Erin will play the back… we got your follow up… always. I’m not fucking sitting around… our surrogate is supposed to be induced tomorrow. My husband is fucking shot… my daughter won’t stop beating up the kids in the swim class… I’m about to pull my fucking hijab off I’m so damn stressed.”
Erin laughed. “My bitch,” she said as she dapped Alaia up, and they hit some hip bump, and cackled among each other.
if this shit goes left…” Capella walked into the living room. “Then we bringing that bitch back right.”
His older brother was worse. Quiet, but we all knew the quieter, the deadlier.
It was when the nigga that was driving shot out the window and it hit Cappadonna that I knew that I had signed my death certificate.
“Guess I should brush this wig good before they lower me into the ground.
I would kill for them, give them the world, which I already do. Did I mention kill for them?
“She’ll have her own bedroom… come on, Morgan… let’s not be a fucking weirdo.”
She’s been quiet, but Brandi… I saw her hang out of a whip and let that shit go… tread lightly, because Capri Delgato in college isn’t the same Capri that’s in that room.”
Gods burn the faces of their enemies,” I said the chant that my father and the old heads mostly used. Sim smirked. “The flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno.” He finished it and held his hand out.
“I’ll look the other way… go ahead and kiss real quick,” I teased. Blair laughed. “Meer?” “What’s good, Future Mrs. Inferno?”
we got other pressing issues like what the fuck is going on with Brandi?” I took back my shot. “Oh, I’m killing her.” Sim snorted.
“I never realized you were such a clown, Stabby.”
“I know that look.” I laughed. He looked at me. “Then you know I’m coming behind her with a smoking gun?” “Indeed.”
Now, Behind Quameer Robert Inferno, I would kill him and whatever bitch that called herself brave enough to try Capri Inferno’s husband.
“I know, baby,” Sim said, and she looked over at him, as he stood up, taking her face into his hand and kissing her lips, shoving his entire tongue down her damn throat.
as I watched the both of them, feeling like the third damn wheel.
I think when he kissed her, he took her damn breath away.
“Um, well, shit… go, Sim!”
Capri could tell him that her ice cream cone fell, and that nigga would be ready to fight the ice cream
“Michael Myers got your heart all fucked up, Sim.”
“Night you two… behave yourselves. Act like husband and wife,” she raised her brow as Meer followed behind his brother and Blair. Aimee looked away. “It slipped out.” “How the fuck does that slip out, Aim?”
but the fact that you started fucking her and think you ‘bout to fuck me… Capella, you better use your hand.”
“A lot of your actions can be chalked up to crack, Capella… you doing that shit? Tell me… I’ll take you to rehab after I beat the crack out you.”
“She mentioned something about Ace and if Aimee knows that you killed him… she was there?” He laughed. “Now you gotta kill your side bitch… crazy shit.”
you got a fucking hand problem, and the next time you exercise that on a woman, I’m gonna have a fucking hand problem.” Capone raised up and looked at me.
It’s my fault ‘cause I let that shit slide in Barbados when you put your hands on her neck. I should have tapped yo’ fucking jaw right then and there.”
First sign of trouble in your marriage and you turn to some pussy.”
“I’m taking you on a honeymoon… me, you, Sim, and Blair.” Quasim chewed his toast. “Core said he coming, too.” “The fuck?”
Cappadonna leaned forward. “How the fuck Skyler feel about it? You know I’m her guidance counselor”
Cappadonna didn’t have the sense that Allah had gave his ass.
“Put your hands on Grasshopper again and we gonna have a fucking problem.”
I looked at Martin. “You know yo’ wife fucking Morgan, right?” Quasim kicked me under the table.
“So, you raising my goddaughter to be a fucking monster, Skyler?” It was how he asked the question, and he was dead serious.
He not getting my daughter, case closed.”
“Come at Jeffie crazy and I can promise you won’t leave this island… cool? Enjoy the fucking ball.”
“That will be me… I’m the nigga responsible for shooting that club up… and she still fucking perfect, Bitch.” Meer hopped up the steps, scaring the shit out of Morgan.
ain’t gonna front, Quasim Inferno scared the shit out of me. It was always those quiet niggas with a Bible that were the biggest fucking demons.
“Don’t be mad because he caught yo’ hood ass in the act. What happened to the peaceful light-breathing Lamaze Blair!”
How a nigga had energy for two women were beside me. I was over here struggling with my little nutcase. Then I went ahead and put a little nut in her, and now she mad at me for wanting to kill my baby mama.
God had blessed me with my dream man. My husband. My Meer cat.
“Heavenly father, thank you for allowing us the chance to enjoy your creation. Please keep us safe on this water and allow us to have a good clean race where my love wins and Cory ends up with a lighter wallet. Amen.”
“Why…why are you in my trunk, Meer?” “Cause I was going to fucking kill you, Brandi,” he said it so matter of factly. As if he didn’t just say he was going to end my life.