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“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.”
hands of the Infernos and Delgatos. 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. Maybe I should have taken those therapy classes in prison, because why the fuck would I go against them?
I was really starting to regret getting into bed with those damn Chrome Vipers because they were broke bums. It showed just how broke and careless they were to kill their own.
“Morgan, these women are my family. There isn’t much that I wouldn’t do for them. I would kill for them, give them the world, which I already do. Did I mention kill for them?
They didn’t tolerate anything because Menace gave them too much free will. Which is how me and David ended up breaking one in. Menace liked to pride himself on knowing what was going on, and didn’t know one of his main girls left my hotel suite crying and sobbing. I watched that video back way too often and was mad I didn’t bring that flash drive with me.
Quasim looked at me. “If it’s meant to go that way then it will, Blaze. Right now, I want to protect her cause she’s never had that. I want to learn her because no one has ever cared to do that. I want to spoil her because a woman like her deserves that. I’m big bro’… let me figure out my demons… ight?”
“You…You had a ring?” “Had it all this time, baby… I wanna fucking marry you, and I wanna do it our way. You always say that I want our shit like my pops and it’s not true… I want our shit like ours. Our love has never been perfect, and it’s been through some shit…. Marry me, Aimee. Be my wife, and the next Mrs. Delgato.”
“You have a brother?” He looked at me like he was waiting for me to follow up with a laugh to imply that I was joking with him. “Havoc… my brother… you fucking with me, Aimee?” I laughed. “I’m being so serious. I’ve seen Havoc, but never put it together that you both were related or even brothers.” “You think I learn sign language for every damn body?”
Capri could tell him that her ice cream cone fell, and that nigga would be ready to fight the ice cream man because she dropped her own cone.
want my family, Aim… I fucked up, and I want my family back.” “Prove it to me,” she removed herself from me, as her legs started to shake, knowing she wanted me to continue. “What I got to do? You want a new truck? I’ll take you shopping… what do you want… it’s yours.” “Do therapy with me… if you really want your family, like I do, then you’ll go to therapy.
“Felt like I needed to make an honest woman out of her.” I felt a slap in the back of my head and turned to look at my uncle. “Felt like making an honest woman out of her by going out there and being dishonest? First sign of trouble in your marriage and you turn to some pussy.”
“Fuck all that therapy shit for your marriage. Go to therapy for you and only you. She needs to do the same, and you both need space from each other. Let her go until you get your shit together, Capella. Don’t put this burden on her… she already needs to heal herself, don’t make her try and heal you, too.” I stared up into his eyes. “What you mean? You want me to just say fuck my marriage?” My father sighed. “You shouldn’t have went and got married in the first place. The both of you decided that without even considering all you were already going through. You were her husband, and she didn’t
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walked over toward my father, and plopped down beside him. He grabbed me with his free arm and pulled me onto him, kissing my head. “Don’t ever doubt that I fucking love you or Aimee… I took a fucking bullet for her. I would take a bullet for anyone in this fucking family, Capella. I didn’t raise you and that’s one of the biggest regrets in my life and it fucks me up, but I’m damn sure trying to lead you to be a good father, and man.” He sniffled, and I looked up and saw he was crying too. “Do what you have to do to get your shit right, but don’t drag Aimee through hell and back to prove that
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He looked over at Capella. “Put your hands on Grasshopper again and we gonna have a fucking problem.” “I’m already knowing.” “Part of being family is being able to tell you when you deadass wrong and that shit was wrong… I wanna see you do better, bro’.” I looked at Cappadonna and he nodded his head and looked at his brother impressed, while Capone slapped Capella in the back of the head as he slumped down in the booth. “We just had a conversation with bozo about that shit.”
“You got the nerve to be racist, but wanna fuck our women and use them as a sick fetish.” Meer slapped him in the back of the head. Morgan jumped out of his skin. “Capri isn’t your woman… she is perfection. The way she’s speaks, carries herself, and she has a brain. Highly educated, and look at her, she’s stunning… she cannot be connected to the disgusting Delgatos… the lowest of the lowest trash.”
Morgan winced as he reached up to touch the knot that was forming on his head. “Your fucking father took my love away from me to prove a fucking point. To show me that he held the power… that he could take what was mine away from me, so I fucking took his freedom away… took him away from his fucking kids and wife… it felt fucking marvelous, too.” I gasped as Capone looked at Cappadonna. “You were the reason my pops was locked up and deported.” “Yes, Your Honor… I think he’s a danger to actual US citizens,”
Do I think you some abusive dick head… nah? I do think you need to be Capella, and not Big Capp.” “I’m not trying to be my pops.” Quasim gave me this ‘nigga please’ look. “What’s wrong with that? I grew up never knowing my father, and now that I know him, I wanna be like him… I don’t see shit wrong with that.”
“Don’t feel bad for me… my shit is mine and I ain’t sharing this for sympathy. I’m telling you to get your shit together. We don’t fucking put our hands on women on this side… figure your shit out or next time me and you gonna have a problem.” He pushed his chair out as he looked at me.
I love how the men around him are letting him know! The world would be a better place if this was standard
Kissing her head, I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. “Capella, I want us so bad that it hurts. I also want you to find your happiness, too. I feel like you’re stuck between who you wanna be, and who you’re trying to be. Rory deserves happy parents and with the trauma of how our parents were, we need to give him that.”
I knew my twin and he didn’t like to feel restricted. It came from when he was a child, and they used to have to hold him down to give him an IV or blood transfusion because of his sickle cell. Aside from the fact that I would never fucking snitch on my twin, the other reason I took that charge was because of that. We both had weaknesses and strengths, and I could sit up knowing I didn’t have sickle cell. He suffered through our childhood enough; I couldn’t imagine him having to sit in prison and fight that illness.
Since he had been out my life, nothing had been right, and I didn’t even have him to give me that reassurance. I missed everything about Quameer Inferno, all the parts before I tried to change in him. Even the parts that I had been able to witness with Capri, and I hadn’t even experienced those. He was so different with her.
It was nice to have someone give me the attention I craved when I was younger. When you became a mother, and married a gay man, that attention you needed lacked. Tookie, even from behind a prison wall made me feel like the old me. Even Morgan made me feel like the old me, even though I knew he was full of shit half the time. None of that mattered when you had this desperate need to feel wanted and loved. Half the time, the wrong kind of love found its way on your doorstep, and Tookie was the wrong kind of love.
When the camera popped up on the screen, Meer was laid in the back of the trunk with his hands rested behind his head. Because he was tall, he was cramped back there, but that didn’t stop him from looking comfortable. “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.
Tookie held the phone and looked at me. “Your daughter really gonna miss her daddy, Brandi.” “I cannot do this… we should have never reconnected because you never changed. Tookie, I pray that you eventually change and leave Meer alone. It’s not going to end well, I can promise you this.”
“They fucking shot at my twin… niggas gotta see Capo. You fucking still hurt and trying to push through because you think that’s what you gotta do. Sit this one out, and we gonna spin on them niggas for you.” Quasim stood up with a toothpick in his mouth. He removed it and looked at Cappadonna. “They shot at Big Capp… a fucking Inferno God. We already know that you know how to handle shit… let the Gods remind them that they fucked up.”
“My fucking problem… saving bitches that never deserved it. Oh, and this ain’t no free ride so you better dust that damn degree off and get to fucking looking for jobs. I’m giving you a few months to pull your shit together, but after that I want rent for the townhouse.”
Naheim looked at Capri, then at her brothers. “I ain’t always came right, especially when it came to Capri. Ya’ll the only family that me and NJ got, and the fact that I’m not six feet in the ground behind some of the shit I’ve done and put you through, Pri… it shows the kind of woman and person you are. You’ve always been solid; it was me that wasn’t and I apologize for that shit… I’m paying for that shit now.”
“Aimee, I don’t know if you know, but we have a baby on the way.” I watched as Aimee laughed in her face. “No, you don’t.” “Yes, we do… be upset with him but respect that a baby is going to come.” She removed herself from the bar and rubbed her stomach. I held Aimee around the waist and she didn’t remove my hand which as a small step. “Bitch, you have IBS, and go ahead and lie because I have proof. That stomach bloated because you gotta boo-boo.”