“You turned your son into a muscle-bound dick head… who the fuck runs down the block with someone on their back.” Capone watched his nephew bolt down the street.
“My man works in tech, so he can get it off your TV, Eri…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence because she was crossing her legs to keep from peeing herself.
“Fuck outta here… ease up on my pops… not his fault he always wanna pick that damn song. It was probably the only song he remember before he got locked up.”
I stared him down, knowing that I had given the quiet, crazy nigga some pussy, and now I had to worry about if his ass was gonna blow up a building if he saw me talking to a nigga. You know what… hell yeah.
“Look… I was about to get some and here you go, having her screaming and shit. If you gonna cause all this disruption when you visiting, then you don’t need to be coming over here interrupting the building…