Capri 3

5. Quameer

quameer

. . .

“Daddy, are you that tired that you cannot drive?” Peach called from the back, while she was on her iPad.

Since we had to drive Peach to her mother’s house, we decided to stay at the house. Suga wanted to stop by her townhouse and figure out what all she wanted to take with her. It was time for her to figure out what she was doing with that house because my house was now our house. She didn’t have to worry about any other bitches ever being in it, because she was the only woman who had crossed the threshold of my crib.

“I’m real tired, Peach.” I faked a yawn as I was leaned back in the chair, with my arm extended over the armrest on Capri’s stomach.

Her stomach was becoming firmer, and I noticed she started to wear loose blouses. I needed all this shit to be wrapped up before she started to really show. “Daddy, you say some weird things in Portuguese,” Ryder shrugged while putting her headphones on and looking at her iPad.

Me and Suga nearly snapped our neck trying to look at her. “I told you, Meer… you need to be quiet when we’re in the closet. My closet backs up to the room that she stays in with Gams.”

“That pussy, Sug… shit fucking wet as shit. It be gripping my shit… like it want me to stay forever.” I shifted my dick, getting turned on thinking about how I was balls deep inside my wife on the closet floor early this morning.

She was running around the closet complaining about not being able to fit her favorite jeans. Her ass in the thongs she wore had me mesmerized. For a split second, everything was perfect in our world, and I didn’t want to set my baby moms on fire.

Whenever I was inside Capri, the world was brighter, there wasn’t any violence and everyone sang when they greeted you. Suga had some Whoville type pussy that had me thinking the world was perfect.

Soon as I pulled up out of her and gave her a kiss, I was reminded that I was the fucking Grinch until we all handled Morgan’s ass, and I was able to deal with Brandi’s slut ass. Bitch had the nerve to be slanging her pussy around in college like it was good.

My hand had gotten the job done better than her ass. Before you even put it in, she was moaning and dramatic ass screaming. I remember I used to put my hand over her mouth, and she thought it was some sexy ass kink, but it was really to get her to shut the fuck up and stop sounding all husky when she spoke into my ear.

“Baby, you talk about me but you a damn yapper, too.” She winked at me, as she hit the screen and answered Erin’s call. “Hey Erin!”

“Hey Pri… I’m here with Alaia, and we wanted to talk to you about something.”

Capri looked at the screen before returning back to the highway. “What’s going on? Is everything alright? Meer is here, too.”

“What up?”

“Hey Meer.” Both Alaia and Erin greeted at the same time. “So, we wanted to plan the gender reveal. I know you mentioned you get the gender tomorrow…can you have her put it in an envelope?”

“Fuck no. I need to know if my son is actually a son tomorrow,” I added.

Erin sucked her teeth and laughed. “Come on, we really want to do this for you both… it would mean a lot if we could plan this for you. I know you’re set to leave for Monaco soon, so it would be before then… as much as you are helping our husbands, we want to make sure that you enjoy your pregnancy, too.”

Capri smiled. “What would I do without you two?”

“Not have a gender reveal,” Erin replied.

Alaia laughed. “What would we do without you? Capri, you have been on go since coming home and we want to show you how much we appreciate you… Pissy, we don’t care what you wanna know.”

“I’m gonna fuck yo’ husband up so bad,” I shook my head because Cappadonna’s ass had everybody calling me fucking pissy.

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t resist.” She continued to laugh.

“Yo… you got room in your closet?”

Erin stopped laughing. “Yeah…why?”

“Then hang this up,” my finger hovered over the red phone icon, and I pressed it, ending the call while Capri held her stomach laughing.

“You are so damn childish, Quameer.” She continued to laugh. “Ugh, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

I took her hand and kissed the back of it a few times. “Love me.”

She looked over at me before returning back to the road. “And will.”

Capri didn’t understand how much she was healing the hurt inside of me. For so long I went through life not thinking I had a soul mate. I’ve always heard everyone had that one person meant for them, and witnessing my parents, I knew the shit was true.

It was easy to block out my feelings and continue through life with just me and Peach. I had convinced myself that love wasn’t in the cards for me because that one hadn’t crossed paths with me. Then Capri came crashing back into my life, letting her shit go out the window, far from the girl I knew in college.

She had grown, come into her own, but she was broken too. As much as she wanted to disguise it, I could see right through her and knew she had been fucking hurt like I had been. She not only healed me, but my family, too. Capri had this light that made you want to be brighter. She loved her people hard, and that love was some shit that needed to be bottled up. I’m certain it could solve world peace because she made the Infernos feel something that we hadn’t felt in a long time.

Life had gotten in the way, and we all went our own ways, occasionally coming together whenever we needed. Since Suga had met my family, we had more time together than we had ever spent. The shit wasn’t forced either, it felt nice knowing that my wife did that. She loved me enough to want my family included in everything we had going on.

“Remember Peach is here, Baby,” Capri said, when she felt my body tense the minute she turned into Brandi’s neighborhood.

I could taste the blood from how hard I had bit down on my cheek as we passed all the same houses, I passed each time I dropped or picked Peach up. For some reason each house had a tint of red as I looked at them, because I was that fucking angry.

Looking over at my wife, I felt this sense of peace. “I’m not saying shit to her, Sug.”

“Meer, you have a wife now and don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. Let me handle it, okay?”

Once she pulled into the driveway, she grabbed my phone and sent Brandi a quick text letting her know we were outside. My seat remained back as Peach got all her things and stood up to kiss me on the cheek.

“Love you so much, Daddy and Suga… don’t have too much fun with my sister without me.” She kissed Suga, and I laughed. “Also, make sure you give Beretta her treats, too… one in the morning and one before she goes in her crate, so she knows she’s a good girl.” Peach gave us the run down on how to handle Beretta.

“You so certain that she’s having a girl and gonna be mad when you got a little brother.” I pinched her cheek as she giggled. “I got Beretta and will send you pictures.”

“I’m going to be happy either way.”

Brandi opened the front door, and Peach got excited. I pulled her back and kissed her. “Have fun, Peach… I love you.”

“Love you, too.” She grabbed her bag and jumped out the back of my truck and rushed into her mother’s arms. “Hi Mommy!”

“Hey Ry… I missed you so much. How has everything been with your daddy?”

Capri climbed out my truck and handed Brandi another bag filled with all the souvenirs that Peach got when we were in Barbados.

“I had so much fun watching Daddy and Suga get married… Mommy it was so fun. I got a dog, too!” I could see the pain on that bitch’s face as she looked over at Suga, wondering why she was standing there and not me.

“I bet it was beautiful, huh? A dog… where is it?”

“At our lake house, Mommy. Yes… so beautiful. Mommy, is Martin here?” I smiled when she referred to Suga’s lake house as ours because it felt like ours.

I already took over shit when it came to the lake house and made sure I paid everything that had to do with it. Capri ain’t never have to pay any bills because I was taking care of everything. Cappadonna and Capone paid their sister’s bills, and I took that shit over from them. I could tell that was the final thing that let them know that she was good, and this shit wasn’t like before.

Even though Quasim bought the house on the next block, that one was ours. We created memories in that one. It was the place I first slid up inside of Sug. She used to complain that the lake house felt empty, and now it felt like love whenever we pulled into the driveway.

Brandi shook her head no with a tight smile on her face. “No, baby… Martin had a work trip. However, go up in your room and I got you some surprises.”

Peach quickly hugged Suga again, and then ran into the house in search for the gifts her mother said that she got her. “She got you and your husband some gifts while we were on the island,” Capri handed her the bag.

Brandi took the bag from her and folded her arms. “Why is Meer in the truck and not saying anything?” she asked, and walked over toward my side, and I rolled the window up. “Grow the fuck up, Meer.”

I leaned up, and Capri quickly came around the truck. “How about you start first, Brandi?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m talking to my child’s father… this has nothing to do with you, Capri.”

Suga stepped around her and swung that neck. “It has everything to do with me because I am his wife. Everything that has to do with Quameer and Ryder Inferno has to do with me… Mrs. Inferno.” She had my dick hard with the way she was standing on business.

I never pushed her because I knew she would eventually do it. She just needed time, and now that she had been given the time, Brandi’s ass better watch what the fuck came out her mouth. I saw how she popped a bitch in the salon for fronting like I was her man.

“Ryder Inferno is my daughter, not yours. I don’t give a fuck that you’re married or carrying his child… that little girl is mine.” Brandi pointed her finger in Capri’s face, and she snatched it so fast and started to bend it back.

As much as I wanted to sit in this truck and avoid waterhead, I knew this shit could go left, and I wasn’t allowing my wife to fight my shit while pregnant. “Suga… calm down,” I climbed out the truck.

Brandi held her finger on the verge of fucking tears. “You check on her when she’s the one that fucking peeled my finger back.”

“Considering that he wants to peel your muffin cap blue; I would shut the fuck up. You been walking around getting off on the fact that Quameer proposed to you, you turned him down and got married to someone else. All you sound like is a retired football player reliving his glory days. How do you look, a married woman being caught up on your ex-boyfriend who you broke up with? He wasn’t good enough back then, right? Now, he’s good enough because another woman has his eye. You see how good the love is. I get it… the dick – my dick—is so good that I’m not coming off it, and I may end up knocked up a few more times because he’s that good of a man.”

I stood behind Suga as she handled business and watched Brandi. She went through every fucking emotion as Suga told her ass what it was. “Meer, you gonna let her speak to me like this? I’m your daughter’s mother.”

“And I am his fucking wife. I don’t know why you think your feelings matter over here. This man never gives you a moment before he tells you exactly how he feels. Brandi, you forget that I knew you in college and knew how you got down… now, I didn’t take in account that you were fucking Tookie.”

Brandi was already fair skin, so when the color drained from her face, she damn near resembled a fucking ghost with the way she was looking at me and Capri. “Me and Tookie were friends because of Meer.”

She tried to recover, but it was too late. I could already see the guilt written in her eyes as she scrambled to come up with something more to say. “Happy to see that you’re still fucking with his ass, too,” I finally spoke.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t spoken to Tookie in years, Meer,” the waterwork started, which I knew meant she was lying.

Brandi was the biggest gas lighter that I knew. Whenever she was caught in a lie, she would break out the tears because she knew that would distract me. “Peach is the only reason you here, Brandi.”

“I always knew you were a snake bitch, so it’s fitting that you fucked a Chrome Viper.” Suga looked disgusted, as she leaned on me. “Before you could even deny it, we have the proof that you were there.”

Zoya was visiting a friend, but she had it where she could come in as his lawyer. On the way bypassing the security line, she saw Brandi on the phone off to the side. She quickly hurried past, and then on her way out, she saw her sitting at the visit with Tookie.

I rubbed my wife’s stomach because I could feel myself moving further from being rational, and I was looking at how I could slam this bitch’s head in the hood of my truck.

“Brandi, I want to be very clear when I tell you this. I don’t give a fuck about what you do behind your husband’s back. Not my business and you know I ain’t never fucking cared. That nigga tried to take me away from my fucking daughter… numerous times. Had a hand in Cherie being murdered. I know you ain’t never fucked with me the long way, but the fact that you wouldn’t have a little bit of loyalty toward your daughter’s family is crazy.”

Capri remained in front of me while I continued to rub her stomach because it was a sense of calm for me. I knew this baby was going to be the biggest blessing for our family because whenever I touched her stomach, I felt at peace. The glow on my wife’s face was another reason I knew our baby was meant to be.

My damn baby didn’t even know how much they were saving me from doing some reckless shit because the more I looked at dummy, the more I wanted to crash out and choke her ass bad.

“When your pops started trying to blackmail us into paying him to keep quiet, my pops wanted to do that nigga in the worst way… have your mama open the fucking fridge and he in there type shit.” Brandi gasped while holding her hand to her mouth. “As much as I hated you, I thought about my daughter and how much Ryder loves her grandfather… difference between you and Capri is that she’s always been pressure, and you hated that shit. While she never had to try too much, you had to do the most. What you never realized is that people fell in love with her heart, and then her physical appearance.”

“Let me say this and then I’m done with the conversation… let that man come after my husband, and just like you know he got it on him, his wife does too, and I will raise Peach… do what you will with that information.” I held the passenger door open and helped her into the truck. Since she drove here, I would take over driving.

“Do you really think I would betray you like that?”

I laughed. “Thank God that he gave you a pussy, because he damn sure didn’t give you a fucking brain. You betrayed me the minute you fucked that nigga while you were with me… shit wicked.”

I didn’t bother to stick around to hear what else she had to say. Hopping up in the truck, I pulled out her driveway.

“You standing on business for your husband, Mrs. Inferno?”

Capri laughed as she checked her email, then her expression went blank. “Morgan’s assistant just sent me the itinerary for Monaco. I’m staying at a villa that he rented.”

My fucking heart pounded out of my chest because I hated this shit. I also knew that Capri had to do this, and unless I felt like she couldn’t handle it, I wouldn’t stop her. These were her brothers and I would do the same thing for Sim.

“I don’t know about other niggas, but I know my wife is a problem… I know you gonna handle shit, and I’m gonna be right there. Sug, I ain’t never too far from you.”

“If I text you INY?”

“I’m gonna be there in under five minutes. I fly out before you… think my wife gonna be on foreign land without me already being there first?”

She smiled as she looked at me, reaching over to rub my face. “I love you, Baby.”

I kissed her hand. “Impossible because I loved you since I tasted you.”

“Is that right?”

“Damn right.”

It was rare that we had time to ourselves without Suga having to do something. We got to lay in our bed under our roof all fucking weekend. We didn’t leave the house once, and it wasn’t even about the sex. It was about us being in each other’s company knowing it was the calm before the fucking storm.

I couldn’t wait until this shit was over so we could get back to our life. Doing shit that regular married couples did. I was tired of seeing her get up every morning tired of going into the office and doing a job she didn’t want to do.

“Fuck… turn this up, Babe.” Capri came rushing from the bathroom with her toothbrush still lodged into her mouth.

I barely understood what the fuck she said until she pointed to the TV that had the news on it. Grabbing the remote, I turned the news up and Capri was all eyes on the screen that had a picture of Jesse.

“Jesse was more than her career. I’m talking to you all as her mother, her family. We want her home with us. If you have any information on where my daughter can be, please contact us. There is a reward for both she and David’s whereabouts… God, please,” a Spanish woman with a thick ass Spanish accent broke down in front of the cameras.

Capri pulled her toothbrush from her mouth and was about to say something, and then her phone started ringing. I watched her run across the room and grabbed her phone, sucking her teeth before sliding her finger across the screen.

“Hey Vincent.” She put the phone on speaker, with her eyes damn near rolled up in her head, as she listened to him speak.

“Good morning, Capri… have you seen the news? That US Marshal is missing.” I couldn’t believe this nigga was acting like this woman wasn’t his daughter.

Capri rolled her eyes as she walked over and climbed into my lap. I held onto her and kissed her arm as she held the phone in her hand. “Yes, I’m actually watching it right now… do you think she’s really missing?”

I was pissed this nigga was even calling my wife like she was his woman or something. I knew for a fact that bitch had other people he could have called. “I don’t know, but I’m getting pressure to speak on her and her fiancé’s disappearance. I’ve worked closely with her fiancé, you were actually supposed to meet with him at the lunch.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah… he hasn’t even been presumed dead, and they already have his replacement, so I invited him. We can feel him out, and see how this goes… what are you doing?”

Capri held her hand over my mouth and tried to refrain from laughing. “I have an appointment before work, so getting ready for that. Was there anything that you needed?”

Morgan groaned into the phone. Not a regular fucking groan, but a dirty one that had me ready to push my wife off me and go beat that bitch the fuck up. “I can’t wait to be on a jet to Monaco… make sure you pack a bathing suit. Your body in a?—”

“Oh, Vincent, I have to grab this call on the other end… see you at lunch this week, right?” Capri was creeped out and the hair on my arm stood at attention as she shuttered with every word that left his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I suppose I need to get ready for the day myself. Listen, my intern will be reaching out to you to get your sizes for the gala… I want us to coordinate for that night… okay?”

“Sounds like a plan… talk soon.” She quickly ended the call and then looked at me, and I was fuming.

I could feel the fucking heat rising from my toes to my damn locs, that was how mad I was with that sick bitch Morgan. “If you think you staying in that villa with him you got to be on that good shit, Sug.”

She looked down at her phone and then back at me. “I feel so sad for Jesse.”

“Baby, that bitch tried to basically kill you in that damn house, and you feel bad for her… that bitch is doing just fine as fucking fertilizer.”

“When we used to have our deep conversations, she used to talk about her father never being there, never celebrating her accomplishments. She’s spent her life trying to make him proud and look at him… acting like she doesn’t exist. That is so sad.”

I grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. “I get feeling bad for the bitch, but don’t let that overlook the fact that she was a shitty ass friend, and she tried to line you up. Jesse wasn’t stupid, and she knew her father wasn’t all the way clean. She overlooked his shit but was willing to hang you out to dry. The person who had been there for her, even when she wasn’t there for you… stop feeling bad for doing what the fuck you had to do.”

She waved her hands as if she was erasing everything that just happened. “Can we forget his creepy ass ever called? Let’s focus on seeing our baby today and getting the gender.”

“I still don’t like the fact that we gotta wait for the gender… I need to know what my son is now.”

“Can I do something to make you feel better?” she bounced on my lap, knowing that would make me feel better. “I want to make sure Mr. Inferno is taken care of,” she sucked on my bottom lip.

“Breaking news! Officer Morgan, an officer within the NYPD has been found dead. Officials have pulled him out of the New York harbor with his head wrapped in dry cleaning plastic… more breaking news to follow.”

My dick deflated because Capri grabbed the remote and was clued into the news now. She was leaned over the couch now, and I smirked, pulling her panties down. “You wanna watch the news and I wanna feel that wetness… win… fucking win,” I whispered into her ear, as I softly pulled her panties down, and palmed her ass, while she poked that ass out for me.

“Meer, that is the officer that assaulted Capella,” she moaned out, and I didn’t hear shit that came out of her mouth.

That nigga had been down at the bottom of the harbor and there was a reason he had floated back to the top. “Oh yeah… tell me what’s going on and the information better be right, Mrs. Inferno.” I slid inside of her, while she pushed back onto me.

My dick felt her wetness dripping as I rubbed her ass, and stood there, just taking in the fucking view in front of me. “That’s not fair,” she cooed.

Holding her hip, I pulled her back slowly onto my dick and she moaned. “What happened now? I need to know the weather, Sug… tell me.” I slammed into her, while holding onto her hips tightly.

She was trying hard to concentrate on the bitch telling us the weather. The story about the officer wasn’t on and wouldn’t come back until they had more information. Capri hung her head, as she held onto the edge of the couch murmuring, knowing she didn’t know the damn weather.

“Ba…baby it’s gonna be sunn… sunny,” she moaned out while gripping the edge of the couch so hard her knuckles were white.

I slapped her ass and watched it shake, then flipped her around while quickly sliding inside of her. “Eu quero ver seu lindo rosto quando eu deslizar dentro de você,” I whispered into her ear, the deeper I went inside of her.

Her legs wrapped around me as I continued to stroke her pussy slowly while she purred in my ear. “Adoro sentir você dentro de mim... me foda, Pa,” I paused as I looked down into her eyes, and she smirked up at me.

I bit her neck as I continued to push into her. “You been keeping secrets, Suga.”

“Only the good kind, Baby,” she kissed me on the lips, pulling my bottom lip while staring into my eyes with those fucking eyes.

Those eyes always got me in trouble, even when she wasn’t mine. All she had to do was look at me and it was a wrap. It was Capri’s eyes that made me fall in love with her, because no matter how much shit she went through, when she looked at me, I never saw any of it.

Her eyes told me she wanted me to lead, protect, and love her. Those eyes looked at me like I was a worthy nigga, and for a while, I spent so much time not believing that I was. I never believed I was capable of loving someone the way that I loved my wife.

“Meer, Baby… why are you crying?” She reached up and wiped my face.

This was how I knew this was the woman for me. She had a nigga getting emotional while getting pussy. This wasn’t getting regular pussy for me; this was making love to the woman of my dreams – my wife.

“I love you so fucking much, Suga… I would go fucking crazy if something happened to you,” I said while my tears fell onto her lips, and I kissed them away.

When she looked back up at me, I could see she was emotional. “I feel the same way about you, Meer. You’re worried about me, and I worry about you every time you step out that door.”

I kissed her lips. “I’m always going to be good. Got a bunch of niggas that’s gonna make sure I am.”

Capri kissed my lips feverishly as she locked her legs around me. “I went through two people I cared about getting shot and ending up almost dying… it nearly broke me. Meer, it would fucking destroy me if something happened to you… do you understand?”

“I’m always coming home to you, Suga… I can’t control what goes on out there, but know that my fucking bike is ripping up the fucking road to pull into this driveway… okay?”

We were both crying as we looked into each other’s eyes. “Okay, Baby.”

I kissed her neck as I put my arms around her, hugging the shit out of her. We had gotten lost in our own moment, and sex wasn’t even the priority anymore. I just needed to feel my wife in my arms, close to me.

The reality was that our lives were so unpredictable, and nobody knew when it was their time. I needed her to believe I was always going to come home to our family. A nigga was gonna have to try his hardest to take me away from my girls.

“Damn, Sug… yo’ pussy so good you got me crying in that shit.”

Capri broke out into laughter as she kissed my burn. “It’ll be our little secret, Hubby.”

I kissed her this time. “Say that again.”

“Hubby… you gave me your last name, Meer… can’t get rid of me now.” She laughed, as I stared into her eyes.

“If you thought me being in the trunk was crazy… Sug, you don’t ever wanna see how I get behind my wife.”