I continued to pull on my blunt, and she looked my way. Her forehead was a decent size, and my wife wouldn’t hesitate to toss a damn knife through it. Capone answered his phone while Cappadonna shoved his ass because why would he do it? “Getting married, Beloved.” I politely let her down. She smiled. “I’m not looking for anything, promise. My girls wanted to come over here and I feel awkward just sitting here not saying anything.”

