Cappadonna 2 5, p.1
Cappadonna 2.5, page 1
cappadonna 2.5
jahquel j.
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Contains explicit languages and adult themes.
Suitable for ages 16+
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synopsis:
I came home and ended up with two enemies because of the women I choose to love. Kendra was the one I thought I loved, but the feeling I felt when I looked into Alaia’s eyes told me that I had never experienced love with Kendra. When I looked into my Joy’s eyes, I wanted to give her the stars, moons, and the sky wrapped up with a big fat ass bow. So, for her, I would go to war to make sure Tweety had no parts in touching her ever again.
My son’s life was touched because of a man that didn’t understand that I’m at the top. Now, I’m about to touch every person he has ever loved until my hands are wrapped around his throat. For my seeds, I will shed blood.
Love wasn’t something that I ever felt before. I knew how to love because I loved my Yaya more than life. I knew that I could love, because the baby I had grown within me and now held, I loved her more than I loved myself. As I watched this man sleep peacefully beside me, one arm around me, keeping me close, I knew that I loved him. I knew that I could see forever with him, and I knew that he would kill any and everything moving when it came to protecting me.
hey there…
There’s a reason for the way I’m about to release the final parts of this series in the way that I am. Due to contractual obligations, it was either release this way or make you guys wait until January 2025. (I know ya’ll would have eaten me up if I made you guys wait, and I couldn’t do that to you guys.) Sometimes you have to pivot to make it work, right? I figured you guys wouldn’t mind as long as you received the book(s).
The paperbacks for this series won’t be spread out like the e-books. There will be three books for the paperback.
The main thing I’m saying is… you won’t have to wait because you’ll be getting the roll out of all the books at one time *yay*
I so appreciate the support on this series. Getting these books out as quickly as I have, has done some damage to my hands, however, the support you guys have shown makes it all worth it. Love ya’ll down!
The Delgato family is just warming up with many branches that connect to the tree.
As always, I write for your entertainment, however, take care of you. This book has sensitive subjects.
Xo, Jah
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My eyes were closed as I held my hand out the window feeling the warm breeze through my fingertips. Everybody else was sweating they ass off, but I had the windows down enjoying the smell of sea water, the warm breeze and sweat that accumulated when we stepped off the jet.
I was home.
I’ve spent the past fifteen years dreaming about the day that I could come and visit this island. I would dream about the day that I stepped off the plane and smelled that beautiful scent of the island.
Alaia rubbed my thigh and smiled as I enjoyed the breeze. She was just so excited to be somewhere. She had never gotten on a plane before, and I had to talk her ass down from trying to run off the jet back to the car.
Capella and Aimee were in the back seat. He was quiet, which was normal for him lately. He had a lot of shit going on, and I couldn’t push him into wanting to talk. As long as he knew that I was there for him, and that I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Pops, we sweating our asses off back here,” he complained, sweat pouring down his face. “The babies are even sweating.”
“Go ahead and put the air on,” I told the driver.
He rolled all the windows up for these whining ass people and put the air on. Capone and everyone else was in the truck behind us.
Kendra: hey.
Alaia handed me my phone. I hated being on my phone, so she held it for me. I looked at the message and pushed it back into her hand. Not even Kendra’s ass was going to ruin this trip for me. What the fuck did she have to tell me?
“You don’t want to respond?”
“You respond.” I closed my eyes back, and she looked at my phone, then back at me. “Joy, you gonna respond?”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“Start with why the fuck she texting your man talking about some hey like I don’t wanna pop her top.”
Alaia laughed. “I am not responding. It’s probably something important she wants to talk to you about.”
I watched as she tossed my phone into her purse, and then checked in the car seat Promise was in. She was still sleeping peacefully since we had landed. “How my baby?”
“Still sleeping from that bottle I gave her while we were landing.”
“Baby Capp, you good back there?”
“We’re not making that shit a thing, Pops,” Capella laughed while Aimee snorted. “How long until we’re there? My back hurts.”
“Twenty minutes,” the driver responded in a thick accent.
“Good looks.”
It was crazy that I had purchased my parents a cottage here and had never even been. All I knew is that they loved coming back home, and I wanted to give them something for them. All of their lives they had done everything for me and my siblings, and I felt for once I needed to repay them in some way.
When we pulled up to the white villa that reminded me of Uncle Phil’s crib, my face was fucking glued to the window like Will Smith. The grass pavers brought you up to the two large doors that separated us from what was behind the door.
The pictures Capone showed me over the years of the renovations didn’t do this shit justice. I opened the door before the driver could get out and open it for us. I held Alaia’s hand, as I helped her out, and then did the same with Aimee.
Me and Capella grabbed the car seats out and walked toward the entrance. “Welcome home, pussy!” Capone yelled from behind me and I chuckled.
“Who getting the bigger room?”
Capone laughed. “You think I would do all this renovating and not give us both master suites? You paid for this shit just as much as I did.” I felt him hit me on the back, as he opened the door.
“Welcome home, Baby,” my mother came and kissed me on the cheeks, and then kissed Capone.
Then she pushed us to the side and went in to hug her grandson. “How was the ride over here? Was it too bumpy for you?” she made a fuss over Capella, and he enjoyed the shit.
Since my mother had found out about Capella, she made it her mission to make up for all the time she missed with him. I could see the way she would stare at him from across the room. That shit hurt all of us because we missed out on years with him.
“I’m good, Nana,” Capella replied.
When he tried to call her Mrs. Jean, she almost slapped him with her pressure cooker. “Good. Now where is my other favorite boys?”
Jaiden walked over and kissed my mother on the head. “Young O-Jean, I don’t like being second to this puss…. punk,” he quickly corrected himself and she laughed.
“Nana!” CJ ran and hugged his grandmother, and she kissed him on his head, and pinched Jaiden’s cheeks.
“What are me and Jo going to do when you’re away at college?”
“Cry like my wife has been doing for the past few months,” Capone called Erin out and she shoved past him with Cee-Cee in her arms.
“Hey Ma,” Erin ignored her husband and kissed my mother on the cheek. Before she went further into the house, I took my niece from her.
She started slapping the shit out of me as I kissed her curly head. Cee-Cee looked just like her mother, her spitting image.
While CJ was the mirror image of me and my brother, Cee-Cee took all of Erin with her features. It reminded me of how Promise looked exactly like Alaia.
“Hey Mrs. Jean,” Alaia came and hugged my mother.
My mother hugged her, then held her back. “I know you heard that one call me Ma… you are not exempt.” She smiled.
Alaia smiled. “Hey Ma.”
“That’s better… we’re gonna talk later… we are all well overdue for some girl time.” She looked back at Erin, and Capri, who kissed our mother and breezed by.
Havin g my mother accept Alaia in the way that she did always made me feel good. I already knew I made the right decision picking her up from that apartment that day, but my family accepting her solidified it. Capone wanted Taz’s head as bad as I did, so he was ready when I told him the plan.
Killing that nigga gave me a high that I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I had been keeping it from my baby. I wanted her to know that I handled the situation, and she didn’t need to worry anymore.
Taz got handled and now we could focus on getting married and building our lives. I spent so much time in prison that the smallest shit excited me. I enjoyed coming home and Alaia was in the kitchen. When I climbed those steps to our bedroom, she always had my house clothes folded on the bed waiting for me.
She always served me my food first, and I waited until she sat down before I even put that fork or spoon to my mouth. Alaia didn’t mind submitting and being everything that I needed her to be, and that was because I was doing everything that I needed to and being that for her, too.
Men wanted submission from women and didn’t earn that shit. I believed submission from a woman was something that you had to earn. Alaia didn’t have to ask for anything because it would be done. Half the time, I was up at night thinking of more ways to give her the world.
“I get we all happy and shit, but ya’ll could have helped me. His ass is heavy as shit.” Naheim busted the car seat against the wall, struggling with the diaper bag and car seat.
My mother laughed. “Hey baby boy.” She kissed him on the cheek and helped him with the car seat.
Even with Naheim and Capri being divorced, my mother still loved Naheim like her own. She knew his relationship with his own family wasn’t shit. We were his family, and as much as I thought about knocking his head into a wall often, I respected Capri’s wishes on how she wanted us all to proceed with him.
“Hey Ma… sorry for cussing,” he apologized and kissed her on the head, as he sat NJ’s fat ass down in the car seat.
“What the fuck are you feeding him?”
“He mad greedy… always wanting to eat. The nanny don’t make it no better. She be making him these fat ass bottles with baby cereal, baby food, and milk.”
“Where is Jo?” my mother called to Erin.
“She’s flying in with Walt tomorrow,” she called from the kitchen, sounding like her mouth was full.
When Cee-Cee tried to rip my fucking beard out, I handed her back to her father. “Take your child… the hell she want my beard patchy for?”
Capone took his daughter and kissed her. “It’s already patchy… she helping you.”
“Hating ass.” I bumped him, and walked further into the villa, taking in all of its beauty. This shit was so beautiful that my words were caught in my throat.
I stood in the living room that had the doors opened, exposing the backyard. The fucking beach was steps away. All I had to do was go down a few steps and I was right on the beach. The one thing I had been dreaming about for years.
“All that money spent was worth it just to see this face.”
I couldn’t formulate the words, and my brother knew. He put his arms around my shoulder and took in the view with me. “Shit so fucking beautiful… never thought I would see some shit like this again. Capo, the shit you did for this family don’t ever go over my head.”
“The shit we did for our family. You took that charge for me, Capp… you sat down for years to protect me. I couldn’t sit back and not let you come home to something like this. Now, you about to get married and now it’s time for you to start that life you always talked about.”
I pulled his ass into a hug and kissed his head. “I love you… never forget that shit. If it all goes left, know that you my heart, Capo.”
“Nigga, if it all goes left, we bringing that bitch right… fuck you mean.”
“My nigga.” We dapped each other.
“For real… I love y’all, too.” Jaiden roped his arms around us. “Y’all don’t have to sit here and get emotional because I’m going away to college… it’s alright… I promise.”
We both looked at Jaiden. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Capone broke out into laughter kissing Jaiden’s forehead. “I love you though… but everything ain’t about you, Kid. We trying to push you out the door. Think I’m turning your room into a studio or some shit… I got a few bars.”
“Why you playing? I’m gonna cry if I don’t have a room anymore.”
Capone ruffled his hair. “You always got a room in your home… go help your sister bring our bags upstairs.”
“Why she packed so much?” he muttered, going to grab all Erin’s damn bags.
You would have thought we were going to be gone for two years instead of a week. Capone waved for me to follow him out in the backyard and showed me around. He walked around the house and showed me my suite, which had a door that gave me direct access from the suite to the backyard.
“Nobody has stayed in that suite. I wanted you to be the first person to lay in your own bed,” Capone informed me.
“You really did this shit, Capo.”
“We did this shit, Capp. You hold a lot of guilt for shit, but I would have never been able to do all of this if I didn’t have you. You may have not been out here with me, but knowing that you were a phone call away, and always had my back helped me build this shit… we did this shit, Stunna.”
We both started laughing because when we were younger, we thought we would be rappers. The first twin rappers out of New York, so I called him Gunna, and he called me Stunna. “I’m gonna fuck you up. I already owe your wife a push in the pool.”
“What she do?”
“She told Alaia my fucking middle name… she running around here calling me fucking Roy.”
“Nigga, you not being called Winnie. I’m having a hard time feeling bad for you.”
I shook my head. “We really about to both have wives… shit is crazy.”
He smirked, walking backward to the house. “Can’t picture my life without my wife…I know you can’t picture yours without Alaia…that’s how you know she’s the one.”
“I got your back, Gunna,” I called to him.
“And I’m always gonna have your front, Stunna.” He saluted me, and I sat down on one of the couches. The backyard reminded me of a resort with all the pool furniture, and spaces to just chill out and relax. My mind was tripping being here, feeling the warm breeze on my skin, and smelling the salt water. If you sat still enough, you could hear the waves crashing onto the beach.
I guess everyone felt the need to let me have my space outside. It went from me sitting to take it in, to me sitting out there for two hours. Capri came and told me everybody was going out to eat. I decided to opt out of dinner and went to my room to shower and chill for a little bit until Alaia came back.
Since we had a bunch of fucking babies around, Naheim’s nanny and her sister were watching the babies during this trip. When I opened the door, I saw Alaia with the towel wrapped around her, and her curly hair hanging down her back.
“You enjoyed your alone time?”
I closed the door behind me. “I thought you went to dinner… Why didn’t you come out there with me?”
She smiled as she folded up my sleep shorts. Knowing Alaia, she probably had already unpacked all our shit. “Sometimes you just need to be alone with your thoughts, and you seemed so at peace out there, I didn’t want to disrupt that.”
“How can my peace interrupt my peace?” I raised my eyebrow, and looked at her, as she clutched her towel tightly around her body. “Why you holding your towel so tightly?”
I went to take a piss, and then washed my hands. Alaia was very self-conscious of her body. Whenever she showered, she made sure she had her towel close, so she could quickly cover herself. She always waited until I had to head out before she went to shower.
“I’m not holding it tightly.”
“Then drop it.”
She nervously laughed. “Noo… I’m not where I want to be with my body. The C-section mark is ugly, and I have this fold…” her words trailed off when I kissed her lips, pulling her over toward the huge mirror in the corner of the room.
