Capri 3

14. Capri

40: Tasha’s missing.

40: heard they working on an indictment on Morgan. Our guy may be fleeing earlier. Aimee knows.

When I looked at the damn text message from Forty, I should have known today wasn’t going to be a good day. I was leaving this weekend to Monaco, and I needed my hair done. I sat in the waiting area waiting to be called at some silk press bar and nail salon in Brooklyn on Marcus Garvey Blvd.

It was last minute, and my usual girl was out the country, so when Skyler suggested it, I decided to listen to her recommendation. Me and Aimee sat waiting because the shop was packed, and I was considering tossing some money and having her come back to my house to do all of our hair. Skyler was on her way.

Between the women waiting to get their hair done, and the women waiting to get a full set, I was ready to walk out of this bitch.

“Tasha is missing.”

Aimee sighed. “We don’t need this shit right now… are we sure she’s missing, or Morgan sent her back to prison? Considering he’s about to go himself if he don’t hurry up and get out the country.”

“I don’t know… what indictment?”

“You know that officer that beat Capella?”

“Uh huh… the one all over the news.”

“Morgan’s nephew… his body appeared in the Hudson, and in his hand was a piece of suit jacket. Text messages between him and his uncle were in his phone… Morgan promising to kill him if he doesn’t fall in line.”

Now I knew why Quameer didn’t give a damn about the breaking news with the cop and was trying to get inside me instead. “What the fuck?”

“He’s been a nervous fucking wreck since getting word that they are preparing an indictment on him.” She held her phone up and showed Morgan’s name coming across her screen. “Hey Morgan.”

I got close to hear with her. “Aimee… I’m leaving tonight. I have to get the fuck out of here because they are closing in on me.”

Aimee held back her laugh. “Who? They would have the respect to give you a warning before anyone came to arrest you.”

“What fucking respect, Aimee? Rich is fucking dead, and now they think I killed my fucking nephew… my fucking nephew, Aimee.” I could hear the spiral in his voice, and I could tell he was pacing.

“If you’re leaving ton?—”

“There’s no if… I’m leaving tonight. Menace is allowing me to take his jet early and under wraps… nobody knows. You fly out as usual, and I’ll see you when you get there. I need this all to blow over before I return.”

“Oh my shit,” Aimee blurted. The whole salon turned and looked at us, as I looked up at the TV. “Mr. Morgan… are you near the TV?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Turn it on.”

I got up and turned the TV up while staring and watching the news. “Breaking news, we have located the missing US Marshal that went messing along with her fiancé. Their bodies were found in the basement of this East Hills home in Long Island. The authorities received a tip that something suspicious was going on in this house. The house belongs to the ex-wife of mayoral candidate Vincent Morgan.” The cameras showed a White woman hysterically crying to the officer, who did his best to comfort her. “We’re unsure of the connection, but as soon as we know more, we will be back with more breaking news.”

“Alright, calm down… did your ex-wife do this?”

I quickly went to sit back next to Aimee. “Hell fucking no she didn’t do this…Aimee, what the fuck is going on right now?”

Blair: Bitchhhh.

I already knew what she was referring to and we would talk later about it because this was too damn much.

I went from being frustrated because things were happening too slow, to now everything happening all at once it seemed like. Those small details that I wasn’t privy to were detailing like a muthafucka. I now understood what Forty said when he said everything had to be done the right way. There was no room for error. There was so many moving parts happening that I hadn’t been privy to because I knew my role, and needed to focus on that.

After the way Quasim did Rich, I realized that I left a family of lunatics to marry into one. Quasim drove Rich’s body to his grandmother’s house, broke into the house and propped him up on her couch holding a picture of her late husband in his arms. Quameer purposely watched only Philly news for the next few days to break out in laughter when they finally covered the story on the dead district attorney. That told me all I needed to know about the Inferno brothers. Clearly Mina and Jean birthed some crazy muthafuckas.

“I will see you in a few days. Call Jeffie, she will get everything together so you can get away before they come pick you up.”

Skyler rushed into the salon and plopped down beside me. “Sorry… the train was stuck in the station, and you know how that goes.”

“Core would have sent you a car,” Aimee teased, as she looked down at her phone. It looked like all the damn color was sucked out her face and into the phone.

“Girl, what the hell happened?” I snatched the phone, and my eyes became wide, as I looked at the text message.

It was a picture of Capella sleeping on a woman’s chest. I couldn’t see the woman’s face, but Capella’s face was clear as day. “Who the fuck is this?”

“I don’t know, but soon as I calm down… I’m gonna find out.” Her eyes became moist as she looked at the phone. “Like, I know we’re broken up, and he’s free to do whatever he wants… I just thought since we’re married, we would fix things… it’s my fault.”

Aimee’s eyes widened and she realized she let something slip that she wasn’t supposed to. Skyler didn’t seem surprised which told me that she had already known.

“What the fuck, Aimee?” I whispered, up to my shoulders in her and Capella drama. When the fuck did, they even get married?

“Not today, Pri… please. I promise we’ll talk about it soon… just not right now.” I respected her wishes and decided to drop it.

I didn’t want to not tell her that this wasn’t her fault, because she played a part in the demise of their relationship, but the shit was tough as hell seeing how hurt she was. Especially knowing that she was Capella’s damn wife.

“Go fuck Landon,” Skyler suggested.

Aimee leaned her head forward and laughed. “No… Landon and me are friends. I didn’t lie to Capella about that, and sleeping with him would only continue to make me look like a liar.”

“Well, I think Core wants me and Jeffie at the same time, and I’m not mad at it… I’m twisted as fuck.”

“Like fucking both you at the same time?”

“Hold on, ‘cause I wanna know, too.” She pulled her phone out her bag and called Core, putting it on speaker.

“What up, Geeky?” His voice sounded like he had just woke up or something. But then I heard keys in the background and knew he had probably been cooped up in his house, working.

“You want both me and Jeffie?”

“I do,” he responded calmly.

“Like in a relationship or just to fuck?” Skyler asked boldly.

I was proud of her taking charge and asking questions instead of being too shy to ask. “I want to fuck you both, no doubt about that, Geeky.”

“Together, though?”

“Nah.”

“Corleon, you’re saying a whole lot of nothing.”

“My forte, Geeky.” He laughed. “I want you and I want Jeffie… both of you. I want two girlfriends, and eventually wives. I ain’t asking you both for that now because neither of you are ready… let me give you this little knowledge so when you are ready you already know. I want to provide, fuck, love, and show you that one man can love two women, and two women can exist with one man. My relationship with you is ours, and the same applies to Jeffie. Jeffie already knows what I want, and now you do… you both know what to do and where to find me… how’s my daughter, Estella, Geeky?”

Skyler was so shocked at everything he said to her that she couldn’t form a word. “She’s good,” she stammered and ended the call, looking at both me and Aimee.

“Well damn, Skyler… ball is in your court.” I laughed and clapped my hands. “He wanna love you both… shit.”

“He’s right about one thing… I am not ready for that. Corleon is so damn intense… doesn’t help that he’s so damn smart.”

“Not he claimed Estella as his already.” Aimee laughed.

“Wash me up real quick, Baby.” A big man with thick hair came bopping into the salon with a blue flag hanging from his back pocket.

“Go sit in the shampoo bowl,” she blushed, clearly smitten with him, and acting like she didn’t have us all waiting here.

“Well, who is going to do my niece’s hair, because you said she was next,” I blurted, looking at fatty over near the shampoo bowl.

She looked at me nervous. “Oh yeah… let me wash him, and then I will wash her and style her hair.”

“Hell no… we been waiting in here, and he walks his ass in here, and thinks he can just skip the damn waiting process. Honestly, if you fucking him, I don’t give a damn… we need our hair done.”

I was done with hair salons and would be paying a stylist to come to my damn house because this was crazy. The owner of the shop was doing my hair next, and had told me she had a little bit more before she could get me in her chair.

While Aimee got hers done, I would be getting mine done, so we could be done at the same time. Now, we would be in here longer because this nigga wanna cut the line.

“Bitch, who the fuck you talking to?”

“I didn’t fucking stutter, Grimace.” I rolled my neck, not backing down because he called me a bitch.

“It’s hoes like you that gotta get beat the fuck up to realize who you fucking with… you know who I am?”

“Do you know who I am?” I folded my arms, as he got up from the shampoo bowl. “You need to do her fucking hair, or I can promise nobody will book you.” I hated to even be like this, but she had this nigga about to ruin her bag.

“What?” she looked at me.

“You gonna let a nigga ruin your bag? If he was a real nigga, he would have paid you for your time after hours… but see, the kind of niggas I run with would have done that shit.”

She rushed in front of him because he looked like he was coming at me. “I promise you don’t wanna do that,” Aimee threatened patting her bag.

“Matter fact, I don’t even argue with niggas for real… let me call my husband and let him handle it.” I called Meer’s phone, and he answered right away.

“What up, Baby?”

“Meer, some nigga all in my face talking about some bullshit. I don’t even know him, and if he knew like I know he would stay his big ass back there away from me. Why you getting in women conversations anyway!” I barked, not scared of this man at all.

“Bitch, you got all that mouth… I’ll knock your teeth down your fucking throat!” he roared, while his girl stood in front of him like she could keep him from coming toward me.

Meer didn’t have to say anything because I could hear the engine of his truck in the background. “He said he gonna knock your teeth out, Sug?” Meer calmly asked.

“Yep… my husband on the fucking way, so keep all that fucking mouth, Bitch.”

“And after I bust his ass, I’m gonna fuck you up for thinking you the shit,” he snarled, not knowing what was coming.

“If you want to wait outside, I will wait with you.” Cindy, the salon owner cut her eyes at the girl and homie, as we walked outside to wait.

Big mouth was still flapping at the mouth, and still going on while inside the salon with his girl. I was trying to figure out why the fuck he was still there when it was clear he wasn’t getting his hair washed after Meer came. Even Cindy was annoyed that he was here.

“I don’t conduct business like this, and just know she won’t be able to rent a chair in my salon again. Don’t even know why she thought this was alright,” Cindy continued to tell me, as she continued to look back at fuck face mouthing off.

Since I was getting my hair done, Meer went to the barbershop which was only a couple blocks over. I knew he was probably kicking his shit with my brothers, or whoever in front of the barbershop. No sooner than I pulled my phone out to call him back, I saw his truck clear the corner and pull up on the sidewalk. He hopped out and looked at me.

I pointed inside the salon, and he was already on go as he swaggered inside. Sim pulled up behind him on his bike, and got off, casually strolling into the salon. If Sim pulling up wasn’t enough, I watched my brother’s Durango pull on the other side of the street, and both he and Capone hopped out his truck.

“They all here for you?” Cindy watched as they all filed into her salon.

I laughed. “I told him to keep his mouth shut.” I walked into the salon, and all the women didn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on with the way they were drooling over all of them. Meanwhile, none of them were paying any of them attention.

Soon as I entered the salon, Meer spun the chair around with the nigga looking scared. Quasim was sitting in an empty salon chair and had pulled a comb out the barbicide, wiped it down and combed out his beard.

Capone and Cappadonna posted up next to the few women that were waiting to get their hair done. One woman was drooling over Capone, while trying to fix her hair so he would pay her attention. Capone had eyes for Erin Delgato only, and she had better luck trying to summon the damn easter bunny than trying to get either Capone or Cappadonna to pay attention to her.

“What happened to beating my teeth out my mouth? My husband here now… talk that shit now, son-son.” I folded my arms as I stood in front of him.

I ain’t never seen fear so vivid like I saw in his eyes. All that mouth he had was gone as Meer held his head back and looked him in the face. “You said you was gonna beat her ass… I heard you on the phone, Dick Breath.”

He could breathe easy knowing that he wouldn’t die today. There were too many witnesses, and even though they all knew not to speak, we couldn’t take that gamble. “I…I just needed my hair washed… she started popping off at the mouth,” he stammered, something he wasn’t doing moments before.

“Say it with your chest, Little Wootie… you was gonna beat a pregnant woman’s ass, right?” Cappadonna cracked his knuckles. “You know I’m a barber, right?”

My brother was so unserious as he stood there, looking like he wanted to adjust this man’s jaw. Instead, he fell back realizing that Quameer was handling this. “Just the fact that you threatened Lady Inferno got you in a fucked up position… that’s family… I don’t like that.” Sim calmly continued to comb his beard out.

“I…I didn’t know she was… fuck, I got mad respect for you… my bad.”

Meer looked at me. “Baby, you forgive this corn chip smelling muthafucka?”

Cindy went back to her station and started cleaning up. “I wouldn’t forgive nothing… his ass came real fly out the mouth and even lunged at her like he was gonna hit her.”

That was all Meer had to hear before he started beating the shit out of him in the chair. He grabbed everything off that damn counter and beat his ass with it. “Open yo’ fucking mouth, bitch!” He said, as he poured the fucking barbicide into his mouth, and then flicked his fucking lighter.

Capone stood by the door because some women were trying to leave. “Beautiful, go on and sit… your hair fucked up, you can’t be leaving already. I see that little lace thingy.” He flicked her lace front, and Skyler fucking screamed, sliding onto the floor hollering and laughing.

Meer stood watching the man scream at the top of his lungs while his face was on fire, and took the wet towel that Cindy casually handed to him. He beat this man’s face with the towel, and then leaned him up.

Meer pointed to me. “You see that… mine. When you threaten her, you gotta hear from me… Get the fuck out this shop and take this pork shaped bitch, too, and don’t fucking come back.” Fatty jumped up and ran toward the door. “Oh wait… if I find out you come back and do anything to Ms….” He snapped his fingers for her name.

“Cindy.”

“Ms. Cindy’s shop, then you gotta answer to me again, and this time it won’t be no wet fucking towel.”

Meer grabbed my hand and walked me outside. “Thank you, Meer Cat.” I kissed his cheek, and he pulled me into a hug.

“Nigga crazy thinking he talking to mine like that.”

Quasim dapped Meer up and walked over toward his bike. While Capone and Cappadonna both kissed me and Aimee on our heads and headed toward Cappy’s truck.

“Guess you can’t get your hair done now,” I chuckled as Aimee looked at the car. “That’s fucking Tash?—”

“Get the fuck down!” Cappadonna barked, as he backed his shit out, and started shooting at the same time the shots from the car rang out.

RATAT RATAT!

Quameer grabbed me and tossed me onto the floor, covering me with his body, as his truck shielded us.

POW! POW!

He pulled his gun out, while Aimee leaned in front of Skyler busting her gun right along with Cappy. “Aimee!” I heard Cappy yelled before jumping in front of Aimee.

“Yo’, Cappadonna! Capp’s fucking hit, yo’!” Capone aired the rest of his bullets out on the car as it skirted off the block.

“That was fucking Tasha in the car with them!” Aimee screamed.

To Be Continued