Capone

15. Erin

15

erin

When I walked into the theater room, Capone was laid back with his arms behind his head. His eyes were low, he was watching sports highlights. I climbed onto the chair beside him and pretended to be interested in what he was watching.

“Why you pretending to be interested in this?” Capone asked, never taking his eyes off the screen.

“I know a little bit about basketball.” He patted his chest so I could lay on it. I cuddled next to him, tossing my leg over the top of his as we watched the highlights in silence.

Capone wasn’t like any of the men I had dated in the past. I never felt compelled to give myself to a man, and with him, I wanted him to know about every part of me. He had been so opened with me about his life that I felt like I had to be truthful with him.

“Do you want to know how I lost my hair?” I whispered.

“Not if you’re not ready or comfortable telling me, Gorgeous. I’m on your time, so whenever you want to tell me shit, I’m here to listen.” I felt the vibration from his voice against my ear.

“When I was seventeen, my father killed my mother and then took his life in front of me.” Tears dropped from my eyes.

“Shit, Erin…come ‘ere ,” Capone held his arms out and I climbed into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt comforted. “I don’t know why my father did what he did, and I don’t think I ever will. It was hard on me physically. I lost so much weight and then I started to lose my hair, too. I was diagnosed with alopecia areata. My hair fell out in clumps, and I had patches, so I started shaving my hair.”

He kissed my forehead a few times. “I’m sorry, Baby.”

I steadied my breathing and watched Capone’s reaction. Maybe he wasn’t all that shocked because he had experienced death more than me. In his line of work, I could bet he had seen a few dead bodies and had even taken a few lives in the process. I was wise enough to know that you didn’t get to live this life without having to play Grim Reaper.

“If it wasn’t for my aunt I don’t know where me and Jaiden would be. She pieced me together when I felt like life wasn’t worth living anymore. I’m hard on Jaiden because I’m scared and I can’t lose him, Capone,” I wept into my hands, and he wrapped his arms around me.

Capone remained quiet as he rocked me with his arms holding me tightly. “I got you, Baby. I put that on my life that I’m gonna always protect you and yours.”

I remained quiet.

“Do you hear me, Erin?” My heart fluttered each time he said my name. I’ve been hearing my name since the day I was born. I had never heard my name said the way that Capone said it. Each time he said my name, it caused my heart to swell with emotion.

I sighed. “How am I supposed to believe that you’re going to always protect us? My own father was supposed to do that, and he didn’t.”

Capone gripped my chin as he stared down into my eyes. It was like he was peering into my soul with how intense he was staring at me. “I’m not a perfect man and I don’t ever pretend to be. However, when I say something, I mean that shit, and I will uphold it with every part of my soul.”

“I want to believe you. I really do,” I stressed.

It was hard for me to put my trust into a man and allow him to take the reins. That was essentially what Capone was asking me to do. How could I trust that this man would have my back? Trust was something I struggled with, and I think it would always be something I struggled with. I’ve been the one in control of my life since my parents were lowered into the ground. Giving up that control to someone else was something I didn’t know if I could do. I’ve been the one in control of my life since I was seventeen.

“Baby, I’m not asking you to believe me tonight. Shit, I’m not really asking you to believe me at all, I want you to believe and trust my actions.” He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “I know we got off on a bad foot with our first date, and I put this on my seed I won’t ever let you down like that again, Gorgeous.”

I laughed through my tears as I took in his smile. “You ever stand me up again and I won’t give you another chance.”

Capone kissed each of my hands before my lips. “Nah. You ever walk away from me like that again, and we gonna have a problem.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I tried to move away from him, and he snatched me up, flipping me onto my back and pinning me down onto the couch.

Capone held both of my hands above my head as he stared down at me. He bit down on his bottom lip as he took every inch of me in. I was slightly insecure because all I had on was a scarf. The oversized T-shirt and boy shorts I wore felt like fire on my skin.

I wanted to rip them off and feel the coolness of his breath on my body. My breathing was labored as I stared back up at him, waiting for him to make the next move. The TV in the background added with our breathing was the only thing that could be heard within the room.

“I want you, Erin,” he growled, kneeling down to kiss my neck.

He placed soft bites on my neck as I whimpered, wanting him inside of me. I don’t think I had ever wanted someone inside of me as much as I wanted Capone. His tongue swirled around my neck as he placed a kiss, leaning back up.

“Tell me you want this.” He removed one of his hands from mine and guided it to his sweatpants.

His dick was swollen, ready, and waiting for me to give him the world. “I…I want it, Capone,” I cooed.

Soon as I said the magic words, he removed my boy shorts and lowered himself until his nose was in my pussy. He sniffed as he placed small kisses on it, while reaching up to caress my breast. Other than my rose, I hadn’t had a man touch my body in so long. I knew I was unexperienced because my sex history was vague with plenty of breaks in between.

Capone bit my lips as he growled into me. It sent shivers up my spine when I felt the vibration. I wanted to scream because the feeling of his tongue flicking in and out of me had my back curved.

“C…Cap,” I could barely get the words out because he had lifted my legs and was fully engulfed.

It was like he had been put on this earth to eat me this way. The sounds of slurping and low growls sent me over the edge as I grabbed his head. I tried to back away, and he pulled me right back toward his mouth where he latched onto me.

My swollen clit was leaking and hot with passion. I continued to hold onto his head, as he feasted on me without taking a breath. I leaned forward to look at the sight of him tasting me. He lifted his head at the same exact time, and his beard was dripping wet with my juices.

“Shit taste like peaches, Gorgeous,” his voice deepened with lust.

This was a magician, or maybe I had been so tapped out in pleasure that I hadn’t notice he removed his sweatpants. His dick, black and glossy with precum was in his hand. He stroked it as my mouth watered.

Capone wasn’t interested in me pleasing him, he was more concerned with pleasing me. The look in his eyes told me that he wasn’t anything to mess with. He kissed me on the lips, sucking on my lips as his dick became acquainted with me.

I opened my legs wider, allowing him access into me. Sex was such a sacred thing to me, and I had only had sex with people I had been with for some time. With Capone, my body accepted him without me having to think too much into it.

“Oh,” I gasped as I felt him pushing himself into me.

“Taste your sweetness on my lips,” he groaned, as I kissed his lips, tasting my own sweetness. Capone bit down on my lip while staring me in the eyes. Our eyes locked and in this moment, it was just the two of us in this world. Nobody else mattered.

I allowed him to push his way inside of me, feeling like he had dick for days. Capone held onto my breast while he bit the side of my neck with how hard the strokes were. His bite on my neck sent chills down my spine as his hand gripped the side of my thigh.

“Capone… ahh… I’m...” I tried to get my words out and he lifted his head.

He grabbed one of my legs, bringing it damn near up to my shoulder. “Gorgeous, you don’t cum until I tell you.”

“I can..” my words trailed off.

“You heard me… hold that shit for me.” He held my face as he continued to stroke me. My eyes couldn’t focus because I was trying hard to hold it for him. “Look at me… hold it for Papa, alright?”

“Oh…kay,” I whined as he lifted my other leg and was so deep inside of me, I felt the shit in my chest.

While holding both of my legs with one hand, he slapped the side of my ass. “This shit mine, Erin… you hear me?”

“I…I..”

“Kill all that other shit.” He paused as he slammed himself into me harder each time. “Do… you… hear… me?”

“I hear you… I hear you.” I was on the verge of letting this all go and couldn’t hold it anymore.

My legs were shaking, and I felt the swirl in my stomach because I had to cum… I couldn’t hold this any longer. “Don’t get a nigga killed behind my pussy, Erin.”

“I won’t… I won’t, baby,” I squealed, as I felt his body tense up.

“Ready to coat my dick?”

“Yess! Yess!” I screamed out wanting to unleash this river that I had been holding since he commanded me to not cum.

Capone pulled out before slowly pushing back into me, teasing my opening which sent me over the edge. He pushed himself back inside and then kissed me on the lips as we both came at the same time.

I held him around the neck as he continued to suck on my lips as we both stared into each other’s eyes. The interaction sent flutters into my chest because we both said nothing but felt everything.

It was funny how we went from discussing my brother and parents to fucking each other’s brains out. My worry was still there for my brother, and I was still concerned from how this conversation was going to go.

Capone’s kiss pulled me out my spiral. “Get out your head, Gorgeous… come ‘ere.”

My body was limp as he pulled me over toward him and grabbed the throw from the side of the couch. I cuddled up next to him, my eyes too heavy to stay open. Capone had the remote and put on a movie as he placed a few kisses on top of my head before I fell asleep in his arms.

“Why are you acting like it’s a problem that I popped over here? I always come over without having to ask.” My eyes fluttered open when I heard a woman’s voice arguing.

“Chill the fuck out with all of that, Ella.”

Ella.

His baby mother was here. My heart started to beat fast as I snatched up my clothes and quickly put them on. We had slept in the theater room last night. Did I stay in here and allow Capone to handle it, or did I make my appearance known?

I would eventually have to meet her, right? I mean, I wouldn’t want to meet her like this. My scarf was all crooked, clothes looked pulled on and I probably had the just fucked face.

I could hear the frustration in Capone’s voice. “I came here with the party planners and you’re acting like it’s a problem. I told you Pony wanted to have his party here and you agreed.”

I could hear their voices from the movie room, so they had to be close to where the backdoors were that led to the backyard. Why did I feel like a homewrecker trying not to get caught by the wife?

I ain’t no punk, so I pulled myself together and fixed my crooked scarf before climbing off the couch. All I needed to do was get upstairs so I could shower. I didn’t even need to meet her today.

“I know what I said. You could have fucking called before bringing these random ass women in my shit. Using the phone ain’t fucking hard, El.” I slowly opened the door and walked in the opposite direction toward the stairs. “Gorgeous, come ‘ere.”

I stopped in place, goosebumps taking residence on my arms while I slowly turned around. Capone was standing there with his sweatpants on, no shirt, and looking good enough to fuck – again.

The other woman stood there with her hands on her wide hips. She was stunning with her black curly hair perfectly in place, the two-piece beige linen suit with a Birken on her arm. Her eyes were shielded with the bronze oversized sunglasses she wore. I could tell from the way she was glaring at me that she was pissed.

I bypassed the two White women holding iPads in their arms. It was funny that I hadn’t noticed them and had walked right by them. I walked over toward Capone, settling beside him while he pulled me close to him, kissing the top of my head.

“How did you sleep?”

Why the hell would he want to ask me this right now while in front of his child’s mother. “Good. Thank you.”

What else was I supposed to say? I couldn’t form a sentence because I was thrown off guard. “I want you to meet my best friend, and mother of my son… This is Ella,” he introduced.

“Hey Ella.” I smiled, being pleasant in hopes that it would rub off and she would choose to be pleasant back.

“This is Erin… mine.” He looked at Ella with these eyes like he was warning her not to get out of pocket.

“Can we see the backyard or not?” Ella ignored the introduction and kept her arms folded. I didn’t blame her for being annoyed because it was awkward.

I was dressed in this oversized shirt and boy shorts, and he had sweats on with no shirt. Even Stevie Wonder could see what we had been into. “I’m going to go upstairs to shower and get ready.”

Ella had walked toward the back door. Capone pulled me back, gripping my ass and kissing me on the lips. “You can go now.”

When he told me what to do that shit turned me on. I never thought I could be the woman that allowed a man to lead, and I still didn’t know if I could be. Still, it turned me on whenever Capone commanded something.

When he took over last night, I was in awe of him, even if my eyes couldn’t focus because he was fucking me so good. I went upstairs so I could shower and get ready for the day. Me and Ryai were going to have lunch together before I had to deal with Jaiden and the bullshit he found himself in.

“Oh shit!” I yelped when I got out the shower and Capone was sitting on the chaise in the corner of this massive bathroom. “You could have coughed, warned me or something.” I continued to hold my chest.

While he was downstairs with his baby mother, I was able to shave my head and have a moment to decompress while thinking about what happened last night. Whenever I traveled, I kept a small kit inside my bag that I used to shave my legs and underarms.

I put this little kit to work and was able to get a clean shave on my head. Capone was staring at me like he wanted to devour me right as I stood in the middle of his bathroom. The insecurity crept up my spine like an epidural, as I tried to busy myself with fixing my toiletry bag.

He abandoned his seat and stood behind me, putting his arms around my waist. “The name still stands.”

“What are you talking about?” I bashfully looked away from him, purposely avoiding eye contact through the mirror.

Capone placed small kisses on the middle of my head while staring directly at me through the mirror. “I call you gorgeous for a reason. With hair, without, you’re still gorgeous, Baby. Fuck you thought? You without hair was going to change shit for me?”

“Kinda.”

It was one thing to have the scarf on, and another for him to truly see me without it. When I woke up with him on my couch, I had quickly ran to my room to put something on my head. It was different standing here and being vulnerable.

“Leave that shallow shit for the boys. My girl could kill shit with or without a fucking wig and that’s the biggest flex… you hear me?” He grabbed hold of my chin.

“Yes.”

“Now give me kiss.” I spun around and stood onto my toes to press my lips against his. There was something therapeutic hearing Capone express how he felt about my alopecia.

I had never had that when it came to a man. Not like I told many of the other men I dated about my alopecia, I never felt comfortable enough. It was less about him accepting my alopecia and more about the reassurance he gave me.

You could be the most confident woman in the world, and you still became insecure at times. Sometimes you needed someone to remind you who the fuck you are, and that’s exactly what Capone had done for me.

“Ella doesn’t seem like a big fan of me.” I decided to bring the conversation up, since I hated how we had met. “Why didn’t you let me just sneak upstairs? She wasn’t even looking my way.”

He went over to the toilet, whipped his shit out and started to take a piss. “Cause you not a fucking secret to me. When you walk around this bitch, you walk around like you own it. I told you that I let her know what it is between us, so I was showing you.”

“I believed you.”

“No, you didn’t and that’s fine. Your trust is fucked for a plethora of reasons, but when it comes to me, your man, you gonna know that I stand on what the fuck I say.”

“Okay.”

He washed his hands, slapped me on the ass and walked toward the door. “Get dressed so we can start our day.”

“Hopefully with a wig on,” I muttered, missing my Sheila wig.

Ryai was a ball of excitement as she barreled into the restaurant with a glow. She plopped down across from me and couldn’t stop fidgeting to save her life. I had to admit, I had missed her for the week she had been gone.

“Life is worth living again, wouldn’t you agree?” She fawned as she grabbed the menu.

Since Ryai had her plastic surgery consultation, she and Tevin decided to take a little vacation at the same time. I was leery of Tevin because I had witnessed Ryai be head over heels before, and I didn’t want her to end up hurt.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, first, I can see that you got some dick from those big ass passion marks on your neck… Bitch, is that a bite mark?” Ryai excitedly clapped her hands.

I touched the side of my neck and smirked. “What are you talking about?”

“Me and Tevin were fighting the end of our trip, and he left me in Miami. When I came back, he was waiting for me at the airport and took me to his place and broke me off,” she swooned. “Guess we both had some good dick. I’m glad you finally let Capone crack that.”

I bypassed everything my cousin was talking about that pertained to me, and stared at her like she lost her mind for the shit she mentioned about Tevin. “He left you in Miami because you got into an argument with him?”

“I tried to beat him with the vase from the hotel and he removed himself from the situation. He sat me down and explained that he couldn’t be involved in no craziness like that because of his career.”

“So, he couldn’t get another room and explain that to you the next day?”

Ryai waved me off. “Let me worry about my relationship while you worry about being bent over by that God of a man. Where is he?”

“He had to take care of some business but dropped me off.”

Capone had gotten a call on our way over to my house and I had to convince him to drop me off at the restaurant to meet Ryai. He promised when he was done, he would come over to see how the conversation with Jaiden went. Jo said that Jaiden’s coach had picked him up for basketball camp and she decided to allow him to go. Meanwhile, Sharon refused to answer any of our calls, so Joie was just lying in Jo’s spare bedroom.

Fuck me.

“Hmm. So, I heard the boy went and got some girl in the neighborhood pregnant.” I didn’t bother Ryai with the drama back home because I knew she was on vacation.

Apparently, my aunt didn’t mind calling and putting Ryai onto all we had been dealing with. “Ryai, I don’t even know what to say. I can’t form words without my face becoming hot and getting angry with him.”

The waiter came over to take our orders before leaving us. “It’s a tough situation. Especially because the girl wants to keep the baby. Children are hard. Why do you think I had an abortion at eighteen?”

“Wait, you had an abortion?”

This was news to me. We told each other everything and Ryai had never told me she had an abortion. I mean, I could understand why. The losers she dated when we were younger were not father or boyfriend material.

“Girl, yes. Remember when you were in and out of the hospital because of all the weight you were losing. Mommy was so stressed with making sure you were well, that I didn’t want to add to it.”

“I’m sorry, Ryai.”

“I’ve had my mother my entire life, even now. I had no problem sharing with you because you had just lost yours.” Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at her.

Ryai has had to share her mother with me since we moved in with her. She was used to being the only child so I knew it couldn’t have been easy to go from having your mother whenever you wanted to having to share her with two additional people. Especially one that required so much attention.

Grief was tough. Something that wasn’t just a mental yearning for the people that you loved. It was very much physical, and I had experienced every part of it. As the years went on, it never became easier, I just became much stronger.

I realized what me and Jaiden had with my aunt and my cousin. We could have ended up in foster care if it hadn’t been for Jo. I could never repay her for everything she took on. She was my strength when I couldn’t find my own.

Ryai reached her hand across the table. “We’re family, Erin. When my father was murdered, you were there for me.”

I offered a weak smile. “Which is why I’m going to take care of you when you have surgery. How did the consultation go?” I needed a switch of subject before I became emotional again.

While we ate our food, Ryai informed me of everything that went on for her consultation. She scheduled her surgery date and needed to gain a little weight for her fat transfer. I listened while I laughed at her looking up protein shakes on amazon to make the process quicker.

Jai: Camp is running late. I will be home late. Coach is giving me a ride.

I hated that Jo allowed him to go to camp because I needed this conversation to happen now. Maybe the added time would allow me to calm down and actually have a clear conversation with him.

God knew I needed to calm down because I tried to rip his head off the last time we were in the same room. I was determined not to have the same thing happen this time.