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Jahquel J.
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August 11 - August 12, 2025
As serious as this moment was, I couldn’t help but shake my head. Cappadonna had on a pair of pajama pants with his kids’ faces on them, timbs, and his motorcycle vest.
Sue came back over to the table with her pad. “How’s Cappadonna and those babies? You know… we still have people come in and ask if he’s going to make those pancakes.” Capri looked at Sue. “He was cooking in here?” “Taught the cook a few tricks with the pancakes.” She smiled.
Cappadonna looked at his twin before returning his attention back to homie. “Nigga, I used to be a professional gambler in Vegas.”
The front door opened, and Blaze came running in the kitchen. “Pops got mommy on the bike, Sim.” He was excited as a kid getting their favorite game for their birthday. The shit was contagious because I was just as excited as I slipped my feet into my house shoes and ran behind him.
“Nah… Gams got my ass paranoid and thinking now.” No sooner than I said that, Blaze’s big-headed ass popped in the camera. “She trapped you just like I taught her.” “Do you got the damn…” I lowered my voice. “The damn tests or not?” Capri smiled. “I have plenty… I can bring them over and then sit in the bathroom with you both.” “Since I know you dead serious, just bring them over here then.” “I’m coming, too.” “The fuck you need to come for?” Blaze looked at me like I was supposed to know what that look was. “I’m her fucking bestie, too… the fuck?” “You high?” “A little.”
was pretty fine before… it’s you three that’s worried about my uterus.” “With the way you were screaming in Bali… it’s our uterus now, B.” Blaze continued, and I shook my head while laughing.
“All I’m saying is, even though we family… I need you to book me through my assistant, since you need my services as an officiant… we charge for last minute shit, too.” “Roy, please!” Alaia yelled and laughed at her husband.
“This reminds me of the time I was messing with this down low nigga… he didn’t tell me he had a baby mama. I pulled up on him and his baby mama getting the baby’s ears pierced, and told her how he be letting me—” “Kobe, you could omit some fucking things.” Havoc said. “Well, he couldn’t jump up cause his baby was in his lap… the way the lady in the shop took the baby while we jumped his ass.” I turned to look at him. “You both jumped him?” “Yes, and now that’s my girl… she gets these brows right every time.”
Zoya didn’t need to come back over here and say nothing, but her knees were weak, and sis wasn’t about to stand on any kind of business when it came to her man’s life. She should have just started preparing his will for the kids and baby mamas. Once he said something and she nodded her head up and down, I fell back laughing.
“Aim, we’re going to dinner… you coming tonight?” Capri asked. “Hmm?” she moaned, and I covered my mouth. All three of us were looking around like children witnessing their parents having sex. “Is she in there getting fucked?” Zoya asked the question we all already knew the answer to. “And is… she not coming out tonight… right, Aim?” Capella mocked us, and Capri covered her ears. “Nooo.” “Not Auntie’s babies… Jesus.”
“Nigga, you coo?” Blaze asked as he handed him another shot. “Kiki told me she in a relationship with some nigga she was dating… said they made the shit official.” Yasin spat, taking the bottle from Blaze and pouring his own drink. Cappadonna guzzled the rest of his water. “Told you to stop fucking pussy footing and now look at you. You want a woman, then you got to get her. Apply that pressure.” “Nah, he past that Capp… he gotta kill that nigga.” Capone said seriously, as he messed with his beard. “Bet… think that shit seems right.”
Drunk ass kept leaning on Cappadonna, and he kept moving her. “You drunk and shit, I get that… but if my wife walk in this bitch and se—” “Oh, this is my shit… right, Blair?” I heard Capri’s mouth as Willie Bounce came on, and Blaze’s head shot up from rolling another spliff. He wasn’t even doing shit wrong, but he shoved the chick next to him closer to Havoc. “Get the fuck away.” He crossed his leg at the ankle and tried to act normal with weed residue all on his cream shorts.
Alaia stood beside her husband and yoked his ass up by his shirt. “Come on, Mr. Friendly… you a designated driver now, too?” “I mean, shit, I didn’t have a drink—” “Roy, don’t even play with me.” She held his shirt, as he stood up and allowed her to pull his ass out the section while Erin slapped Capone in the head and pulled his ear.
“You couldn’t have my nigga if I fucking gave him to you,” I heard Anjo’s voice, and watched as she went to swing her hand, and Kobe grabbed her ass back. “Chill out, mamas…. You pregnant.” Shorty puffed her chest out more, and went to charge at Blair, and I jumped up, but not quicker than Capri, as she slammed the bitch on the couch and started beating her ass. Blaze had to snatch her off the girl, then Zoya came out of nowhere and started throwing punches at her, and Goon grabbed her back. Just as it was under control, Syn leaped off Havoc’s lap and started hitting the girl, while her
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Yasin was still standing, and Kiki had sat where he once was. He pulled her head back, and kissed her lips, releasing her. “Yo, you gonna stop trying to lil boy me… ain’t been a little boy in a long fucking while. I’m a grown ass man. You and I both know that I ain’t no little fucking boy, Kiana.” He strolled out the lounge. Blaze’s messy ass crossed his leg at the ankle. “Yeah, Kiana… how is he not a little boy? Share with the class.” “Fuck you, Meer.” She shoved past him and followed behind Yasin while I laughed.
“Capp, Gams said that we need to find someone for the cake… the lady that made Capri’s cake is fully booked.” “Fuck… alright, I got it. I’ll bake that shit myself because I used to make this little bread in prison—”
“Meet me at the altar?” I heard singing again, and we rushed to the backyard, and I closed my eyes at the sight before me. Quasim was ripping his white shirt, while Meer was behind him hyping him up, both of them drunk as shit. “Do it, yeahhhh,” Meer had his background vocals. They were slurring and stumbling as Sim continued to sing while ripping his shirt, and I couldn’t keep a straight face because I had never seen him so uncontrolled. He dropped to his knees and sang how he was ready to commit to me, while Meer started dry humping the grass behind him.
“Meer, you can kiss my ass for what you did… why would… you know what, let me go back to giving you the silent treatment.” “You can’t give me the silent treatment… I’m the wedding planner. Your invitation will get revoked quick as hell. Might have to sleep with the wedding planner to get it back.” “Go to hell, Robert!”
Capri got me a shirt made that said Queen Inferno. Note: Password to access the shirt is queeninferno2– don’t share this with anyone or else I won’t do this again. An appreciation to my girlies that read in real time.

