13. Capri
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The women took over Quasim’s suite, and he and Quameer went to Capone and Cappadonna’s suite to get ready. I looked myself over in the mirror and felt like I was going to the ball. Except, I wouldn’t be going with my prince charming. More like the horny Godfather. Morgan was on the island and had been texting me for my arrival.
Since there was a shortage of helicopters, we were all having to share with randoms, which wasn’t very demure at fucking all. Now, I had to sit and smile while pretending like I wasn’t coming with a bunch of hood niggas in suits and masks.
A different kind of mask than they were used to.
My red gown had a deep V-neck and a high split, but the bottom of the dress flared, allowing me room and not showing off my bump. My hair was pulled up in a high ponytail with bangs curled, and loose tresses framing my face.
I slipped my feet into my heels, checked my holster on my thigh, and grabbed my clutch as I walked out the room me and Meer had hijacked. Blair was coming out of Quasim’s room, and I smiled when I saw her. She also wore a red off the shoulder satin dress that fell to the floor with a very high split in the front. With Blair’s body, she pulled it off with ease.
Her hair was styled in finger waves that had her looking like an old Hollywood star. I couldn’t believe how amazing she looked as she twirled for me.
“Bitchhhh!” I said one word but said everything with that one word. The universal word for letting your girl know a bunch of things with just that one five letter word.
“Me? Look at you, Capri. You look so stunning.”
“Those Inferno women,” Aimee clapped her hands.
Me and Blair’s mouth dropped when we saw Aimee. She wore a royal blue mermaid style dress that was strapless with a split. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and the red lipstick she wore just did something with that royal blue.
“Rory’s mama, who?” I went over and hugged her.
“Thanks. If Landon calls me one more time… the guys are already downstairs, and your ride is waiting for you to get to the helicopter… we have to move it.”
We all did air kisses before we grabbed our purses and masks and headed downstairs. Soon as the elevator opened, I remained in it and couldn’t move because the men put that shit on. They all were dressed down in fucking tuxedos and looked good. My eyes immediately went to my husband and his eyes were already on mine.
His tuxedo was fitted perfectly and when he licked his lips, I saw he had his grills in. His hair was pulled back with his lucky rubber band, and he wore a pair of sunglasses that tied the outfit together.
Aimee was the first to leave the elevator and with the way Capella nearly bit his lip off when he saw her I knew he was feeling what she was wearing. “You all look so handsome… I have to go because Morgan now needs me… I’ll see you guys there.”
“Be careful, Aimee,” Capp said, as he kissed her head. “You look beautiful as well,” he complimented her.
“Thanks, Pops.”
“You look fucking good as shit, Aim,” Capella said and walked over toward her and kissed her on the cheek.
“You clean up nice, too… check you out,” she laughed and fixed his bow tie, and then walked toward the entrance.
Landon pulled up in a Bugatti blasting music and hopped out dressed in an all-black double-breasted suit with a gold CH pin that was pinned to his lapel.
He held the door opened for her, as they spoke, and she nodded her head. She shoved him and slipped into the seat. “I’ll get her there, Capp.” Landon nodded toward Cappy.
“Appreciate it.”
Capella was staring at his father and then Landon like how Promise stared at her mama and Rory when Alaia had kissed Rory’s cheek. Landon hopped in the whip, and they skidded away from the hotel and were gone.
“The fuck you mean appreciate it… I’m about to crash the fuck out.” Capella started pacing like his heart couldn’t take it.
“You do know she just getting a ride to the helicopter… she not about to fuck him… relax... considering what you’ve been up to, you need to relax,” Skyler came over, and I gasped.
She wore a two-piece suit. The cropped tapered bolero jacket fit her petite frame perfectly along with the tailored tapered dress pants that went with the jacket. The suit was a ten hands down, I gasped because she didn’t wear anything underneath it, and it was a chef’s kiss for me.
“Damn, Skyler,” Yasin said.
Core would have bit his damn lip off had he been here and saw her. Her normally curly hair had been flat ironed again, and she wore it straight down with a part in the middle. I was surprised to see her wearing a pair of gold heels that went perfectly with the white she wore.
“Girl, you look good,” I complimented.
“Not as good as my ladies in red… you both look stunning.” She smiled at me and Blair.
Quameer came over and kissed me on the neck. “You look fucking gorgeous, Suga… I’m the luckiest nigga in this bitch,” he whispered as I felt his hand go up my dress to check my holster. “Making sure you strapped.”
Quasim took in every inch of Blair, and she twirled so he could get the full picture. “What you think?”
He whispered something in her ear and then kissed her cheek, and she was all giddy like a schoolgirl with her first crush. “Thank you, Mr. Inferno.”
Quasim spun her around again, bit his bottom lip and held her hand as they made their way toward the entrance. “Baby Doll, you look beautiful… how you feeling?”
“Good… I’m ready to get this shit over with.”
Me and Skyler’s ride pulled up and I turned to look at my brothers and husband. “See you there.”
“I’m right behind you, Sug.”
“I know.” I smiled, knowing my baby was never too far behind me, and he would be right there whenever I needed him.
“Forty, Core, and Goon already there… you gonna be good,” Capone said and kissed me on the head. “You look beautiful, Pri.”
“Thanks.”
Two more trucks pulled up, and Meer kissed me on the lips and walked me to my car. He helped me up in the car, and then kissed me on the lips. Instead of getting in his car, he stood and waited for mine to leave, kissing his two fingers, and I did the same back. As we pulled away from the hotel, I took a deep breath, getting myself ready for what was to come tonight.
No sooner than we arrived on the island, we were chauffeured up to the main house where the ball was taking place. Everything moved perfectly with people exiting the helicopters, and then getting into the black SUV’s that were waiting for them.
Soon as people were dropped at the front of the mansion, the cars returned to get the next people that were coming in. Me and Skyler held hands in the back of the SUV and said a silent prayer.
Morgan: I’m running behind… be there soon. Morgan had texted me soon as we got onto the island.
Menace had him staying in the smaller villas that were on the island. These men spent millions to stay on Caselli Island with the Case House women. I saw a few judges and lawyers that I had actually sat in court with.
Not to mention me and Skyler had to hold back our gasps when we saw one of the damn supreme court judges exit off a helicopter alone. He had no passengers and was given the special treatment. His SUV was taken down a separate road from the rest of us, and I wondered what the hell that was about.
Soon as our ride pulled to the front, doormen were waiting to open the door. I put my mask on and exited the car, holding Skyler’s hand. Jeffie was at the front wearing a white floor length gown with a deep neckline.
Jeffie had her locs pulled up in a bun with a side swoop, she looked so beautiful as she stood there with her iPad. Core came out with his phone to his ear looking through the crowd entering the mansion. When he landed eyes on us, or should I say Skyler, he paused and said something in the phone before hanging up.
“He makes me so nervous… I feel like I’m gonna say something stupid every time I’m with him,” Skyler whispered.
I stopped walking and turned toward Skyler. “You can never say anything stupid because you’re not stupid, just nervous. Corleon is a man, not like your baby father. So, naturally, we become a little nervous. Meer used to make me so nervous, hell, he still does. It’s a different energy when you go from messing with a man to messing with that man… Corleon is that man, all my brothers are. Ask Alaia and Erin. As much as this makes me want to vomit, ask my damn mama,” I choked out the last words because thinking of my parents still getting it in made me sick.
I knew how me and my siblings got here, but to see it with my own eyes was something I wished I could have avoided. Shit, I guess that was my payback for what I had done to Capone.
“You’re right,” she replied, never taking her eyes from Corleon, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her or Jeffie. He looked between the both of them and bit down on his bottom lip.
Hubby: Just touched down on the island… right behind you.
I smiled at my phone.
Me: Always right there.
Hubby: Forever and always.
“You ready to handle business?” I asked Skyler, and she smiled at me and nodded her head, as we locked hands and continued up the steps.
Corleon kissed me on the head, and then took Skyler’s hand, and spun her around. “So, you both trying to get one of these old ass bitches knocked off.” He looked between Skyler and then Jeffie.
“You already cussed that poor man out for saying I looked beautiful.” Jeffie laughed, and hugged Skyler. “You look beautiful, Skyler, and this man is crazy… scared that poor man half to death.”
“I work with these fuckers… I know a simple compliment ain’t never a fucking compliment…especially not with mine.” His attention went out toward the crowd as Jeffie fixed his mask, and Skyler made sure his bow tie was straight.
His mask only covered his eyes, as he answered his phone, he kissed Jeffie on the lips, and then Skyler as his eyes lingered toward the crowd of people that were entering. “Our boy is pulling up now at the same time as the guys,” he told me as he ended his call, and then pulled his other phone out.
We turned and I watched as four black SUVs pulled up from the same direction. The door opened for the first one and Morgan stepped out. He looked slightly disheveled like something was wrong, but when he saw all eyes were on him, he put on a fake smile and buttoned his suit jacket.
The three other doors opened, and I didn’t even need to see the rest, because I knew my husband with or without a mask. All the men wore phantom masks, except for Core, he wore a golden Bauta mask. I watched as they all swaggered, Quasim holding the door open for Blair, who held onto his hand as he led them through the crowd.
Morgan didn’t even notice that his damn opps were right beside him, Meer brushing past him as he walked inside, licking his lips at me. Blair smiled at me as Sim led her past me into the mansion.
Capone, Cappadonna, and Capella breezed by, giving me that look. Morgan talked to Jeffie about something, and Corleon had already dipped off, leaving me and Skyler.
“Kennedy isn’t for request… she’s not working the ball this year,” Jeffie told him, and he looked pissed.
“Fly her ass in… I’m supposed to be this important client. How can you not have one of my regulars here? I don’t want the three you sent to me,” Morgan raised his voice at Jeffie.
“Well, I cannot simply fly her into a party that’s not only in another country, but that has already started. Do you want me to put another request into the app?”
Morgan was already sweating like he had run to the main house instead of arriving by car. “What fucking good are you fo?—”
“You didn’t mean to tell my woman what she’s good for, right? I know that must be an mistake, right?” Corleon squeezed Morgan’s shoulder, as he looked at Jeffie, who smiled at him.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry. My apologies, Jeffie. I know a lot is on you for tonight.”
Core squeezed his shoulder a bit more. “Sounds like what you were gonna say… now, enjoy the party. The Caselli team worked real hard to put together this event… go fucking enjoy it before you don’t.” He bent close to his ear and shoved his ass a little bit.
Me and Skyler snickered. Core walked past, grabbing Skyler’s ass on his way in, and she was clearly too damn tickled. Meanwhile, he had Jeffie biting the end of her damn apple pencil watching him walk away.
She was so caught on him that she didn’t even notice someone was trying to check in. “Capri, you look stunning… Red is your color, sweetheart,” Morgan switched his tune and attitude when he approached me.
“I like to think so, too.” I smiled.
“Are you ready for a beautiful night? They rolled out the red carpet for us tonight… you also don’t have to fly back tonight. Menace has a room set up in here for us.”
I ignored his last statement because there was no way I was staying on this island with his ass. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, that? I was just trying to figure out a few things… lost in translation.”
“Hmm.”
He held his arm out, and I slipped my arm into his as we finally walked inside. Soon as we walked in, my mouth dropped at how beautiful the inside of the mansion was. The inside reminded me of the palace of Versailles. High ceilings, expensive and dramatic chandeliers that hung over everyone, and the art that was painted into the ceilings.
Gold was everywhere. It was like a leprechaun came in here and was tossing gold every damn where. When we entered, we were at the top, and the ball was happening below us, with a beautiful ball room, tables, casino tables, and an expansive buffet table with everything possible on it. I shouldn’t have been worried about eating, but the fresh seafood alone had my mouth watering.
The low music switched and “On Fire” by Lloyd Banks played, and all the guest looked around confused. Across from the steps we were on, there was another set of steps across from us, and I watched as Menace Caselli came down a few steps dressed in an all-black suit that was similar to his brother’s suit, except one of his lapels were gold. On the other lapel, he had the same CH pin that both Landon and Core wore on their suits.
“This not your kind of music? Well, fuck it… I’ve been listening to this low classical bullshit for an hour, and I got a headache.” He smirked and pointed to one of the members of Congress who was moving his shoulders. Guy looked like he was having a damn stroke. “I see you, Bill…pop yo’ shit.”
Jeffie came and handed him something and then headed down the rest of the steps where Core was waiting for her.
“Welcome to the annual Caselli House masquerade ball. Every year I like to give back to you horny fucks by allowing you to fuck all over my island and giving you this ball, which seems to be a favorite.”
All of the people in the crowd laughed and were so tickled, meanwhile Menace was dead ass serious. “And we appreciate you, Menace,” someone called from the crowd.
Menace looked in the crowd and ignored the man. “Work doesn’t exist here… I know all of you have important careers and roles that you play, but this weekend is about relaxation and spending money on what you want. No more nagging wives, kids, or whatever the fuck you deal with. As always, Jeffie is available for any issues or questions that you may have, and any member on the CH team has a gold pin on their clothes.” Menace’s jaw ticked as he held his ear, and I assumed he had an earpiece in. “Come at Jeffie crazy and I can promise you won’t leave this island… cool? Enjoy the fucking ball.”
The lights went off and all that could be heard was chatter. When the lights came back on, Menace was no longer standing on the stairs.
“He’s a very interesting one,” Morgan said, as we made our way down the stairs. I watched as Skyler quickly headed down the stairs and disappeared to the side.
“Ms. Brow…Ms. Browne, here’s your plate of food… enjoy.” Quameer came over and brought me a plate of food.
I bit back my laugh with the way he choked out Browne. He grinned as he tried to walk on past. “What about mine? I’m the VIP as well.”
“Ain’t no food for you, freaky,” Meer said, and Morgan looked at me confused, and I shrugged as I shoved a cocktail shrimp into my mouth.
“What is going on here? It’s like they have all gone mad or something… stay here, and I will figure this out.”
Morgan made his way to find Jeffie while I stood at one of the cocktail tables and enjoyed the food. I mean, after all the work it took to get here, this was like a reward in a way.
“Hey Baby Doll, you doing good?” Cappadonna came over quickly, his back facing the party, as I enjoyed my food.
To anyone walking by it would have looked like I was just enjoying my food, and he was standing here. “I’m alright… how are you feeling?”
“I’m straight tonight… Core getting everything in order, and I wanted to make sure that you are alright.”
I smiled and squeezed his hand. “More worried about you, Cappy. I know you want to protect this family because you’ve been gone so long, but you need to allow us to take care of you. Soon as this is over, you’re back home and allow Alaia to care for you… okay.”
His mask rose slightly when he smirked. “I got you. For tonight, I’m more worried about you.”
I saw a bottle of water slide onto the table as Meer sped past me. “This man will find a reason to make sure I have my water.”
“Pissy is a good husband… that’s all. I love you, Baby Doll.”
I smiled. “Love you more… go on.”
Just like that, he slipped off while Morgan was looking at his phone and heading over here. My phone chimed and I quickly grabbed it.
Media News: The murdered US Marshal’s mother speaks out. Says Vincent Morgan is her father.
It wasn’t like this wasn’t news that I didn’t already know. Still, I looked up with a shocked expression when Morgan made it to the table.
“She was your daughter?”
Morgan lifted his head slowly and looked at me. “She was.”
“You never mentioned that she was related to you… Morgan, do you realize how bad this looks?”
He sighed. “Do you not think I know this? I got fucking ulcers because I’m so sick of everything.”
Media News: Governor Johnson has been cleared in any wrongdoing when it comes to the child pornography case. The case has been dropped. There’s evidence showing that the photographs and files belong to Vincent Morgan and the deceased Rich Parker.
If this man wasn’t responsible for ruining my brother’s life, I would have felt bad or concerned about the way he looked unwell as I bit into the crab bites that were divine by the way. Whenever I had the chance, I needed to talk to Menace about his catering staff because the food was delicious.
“So, your daughter is the murdered US Marshal that was found in your ex-wife’s basement. Then there is evidence that you like looking at fucking children?” I casually popped another crab bite into my mouth.
Morgan’s head snapped over toward me. “You cannot believe that I would even do those things. That fucking sick ass governor has people in his back pockets.”
“Everybody can’t be cappin’, Morgan.”
He looked at me confused. “Excuse you?”
“I don’t know… you sound like you may have something to do with everything. Who the hell would frame you… you’re a good guy.” I was super sarcastic as I continued to eat.
“I cannot believe you are questioning me. Rich is gone, so we’re supposed to stick by each other.”
I laughed. “You not about to tarnish my name, Pedo.”
Morgan snatched my arm and pulled me close. “I’ve let you play this little game like you’re not interested, but I’ve been around enough of your kind to know that this is part of the game. It’s the thrill of having someone like me chase you,” he spoke directly in my ear, and all the spit that flew from his lips landed inside my ear and ear canal. “Now let’s go back to my fucking room… I’m not in the mood to be down here while everyone whispers about me.”
He took my arm, and whisked me away from the table with a fake smile on his face. We took the same stairs we had come down, and went down a long hallway filled with different paintings of dead people, and doors.
On the left, almost hidden there was a staircase that took you up to another floor. Morgan maneuvered this house like he was familiar with it, and had been here a dozen times. I removed my arm from him and paused when we got to the second landing.
“One second… it’s hard walking up all these damn steps while pregnant,” I sighed, not giving a fuck that I told my secret. A bitch was winded with how fast he was pulling me up these steps.
“Now why did you allow someone to do something like that to you? You were perfect.” Morgan looked almost disgusted, as I pretended to catch my breath, and discreetly pulled my gun from under my gown.
“That will be me… I’m the nigga responsible for shooting that club up… and she still fucking perfect, Bitch.” Meer hopped up the steps, scaring the shit out of Morgan.
Morgan looked at him, and then at me as I cocked my gun back. “And I let him do it to me, too.” I smirked, as Meer kissed my cheek, and then yoked Morgan up the rest of the steps.
I followed behind him with my gun trained on him in case he decided to be stupid. “You real bold you sicko… think you gonna make my wife come to your room… the fuck you thought was going to happen?”
As we turned the corner, Aimee was walking down the hallway. “Oh, thank goodness… Aimee, get Menace… tell them that these two are trying to hurt me… I’m VIP,” Morgan started pleading soon as he saw Aimee.
Aimee laughed. “Oh Vinny… this is family. You tried to fuck the wrong one this time.”
She took her knee and hit him in the dick, and he fell some, but Meer held him up. “That’s for fucking rubbing my pussy and trying to pretend it never happened.”
Every second that passed, Morgan was turning redder by the second. Landon came up the stairs and looked at Aimee. “Bro’, stop skating off without telling me.”
Aimee laughed. “Sorry! Skyler needed me for something.”
“The room is at the end of the hall.” Landon nodded, walking down the hall to show us, and Aimee walked beside me.
“You alright?”
“I’m fine… are you alright?” I asked, and looked between her and Landon, and she rolled her eyes.
“Capri, we are just friends… I promise,” she assured me. We continued down the hall, and Meer shoved Morgan into a room.
I assumed it was a bedroom, but it was an office with old wooden furniture, and a huge cherry oak desk. The large black executive chair spun around, and Skyler was sitting in the chair, with Jeffie standing beside her holding her iPad.
“Hey Vincent… enjoying the beautiful love notes that we’ve been texting everybody? My favorite is how you killed your daughter.”
“Wha…. Jesus….what is going on? This has to be a fucking joke or something.”
Skyler smiled. “Well, the joke is how easy it was to get into the Media News site. Was able to get in there and send some special love notes. We all know Media News has been quiet and not reporting all the shit revolving around you… heard you have ‘em in your back pocket.”
A ping sounded from the laptop and Skyler bit down on her bottom lip as she typed a million things at once. All that could be heard was the sound of her keys, and then an alert all reached our phones.
Media News: Vincent Morgan fucks animals.
“How did your daughter’s dog really pass away, Vinny?” I laughed, as Meer tossed him into the conference chair that was in front of the desk.
“What the hell is the reason for all of this?” Morgan looked legit hurt and betrayed as he looked up at me.
He was looking at me like I was his lover, and I had broken his heart with my betrayal. Aimee looked down at her phone. “Be back.”
Landon looked at his own phone. “Oh shit… Mens needs me.” He bounced right behind Aimee, both going separate ways.
I sat on the edge of the large desk and looked at Morgan. “The name Delgato familiar?”
He couldn’t even pretend the name didn’t mean anything to him. His entire body reacted when I said the name Delgato. Disgust formed on his face and hate filtered in his eyes. Vincent Morgan had a hate that was stronger than crack in the 80’s for my brothers.
“What the fuck do those niggas have to do with this?”
Meer slammed his fist into the back of his head, sending Morgan onto the floor, cowering like a fucking baby. I watched as my husband lifted his ass back up and slammed him into the chair.
“You got the nerve to be racist, but wanna fuck our women and use them as a sick fetish.” Meer slapped him in the back of the head.
Morgan jumped out of his skin. “Capri isn’t your woman… she is perfection. The way she’s speaks, carries herself, and she has a brain. Highly educated, and look at her, she’s stunning… she cannot be connected to the disgusting Delgatos… the lowest of the lowest trash.”
I held both sides of my cheeks and smiled when he described me. “Can I tell you a secret, Morgan?”
He looked at me. “What… you broke my heart, you know that?”
Ignoring him, I grinned. “I am a Delgato… Capri Delgato…That Delgato blood flows through me… Desmond Delgato’s daughter… ”
The door opened. “Baby Doll to big fucking Capp.” Cappadonna walked in from another door with Capone behind him.
Morgan lost the will to speak, and all his air had been sucked out of his chest when his eyes landed on Cappadonna Delgato. Cappy stood there, tall, and in charge like he always did. With Capone by his side, as they both looked at Morgan, the man responsible for ripping them apart.
It was hard to live without Cappy all of those years, but I couldn’t imagine what Capone went through. He and Cappy had come into the world together and had always been linked at the hip. Having to go through life without your other half was hard.
Especially knowing you were the reason they were even able to put him behind that wall. It was a guilt he carried with him, and it was one that I hoped that we put behind him tonight.
“Fucking all those animals got your tongue?” Capone looked at him, and punched him in the face, sending him backward in the chair. “You sent my brother away because you were fucking obsessed with the Delgato twins… could never catch us slipping, so you kept at the shit until you did.”
Morgan sat up, scooting back until he bumped into the other chair. When he started to hysterically laugh, I knew this sicko was something sick. “You and your brother were just fucking collateral… my beef was never with you both.” He spit blood out onto the floor. “It was with your fucking father… Fucking Des Delgato. Mad you had to rot in prison, blame your fucking father!” He spit the words at us like they tasted of poison.
We all looked at Morgan like he was trying to smoke crack and swim with dolphins at the same time.
“How do you know my father? And what does he have to do with Cappadonna going to prison because of you?” I stared at him like the filth that he was.
His lip swelled right before our eyes. “Ask your father why he had to take Elena… he could have left well enough alone, and he decided to take her from me.”
I looked at my brothers and they were confused as well. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Cappadonna asked Morgan.
Morgan chuckled like a lunatic. “Oh, your daddy been keeping secrets? Seems on brand for his nigger ass.”
“Oh, and now you decided to use the er… bet.” Meer went to kick Morgan in the head. Cappadonna held his hand up, and walked over, bending down until he was eye level with Morgan.
“Tell me what the fuck you talking about because the last time we were face to face, I was handcuffed to the table. This time, I’m one hand down, but I’ll make it fucking work.”
“Nah. I’ll be your hands,” Capone told him.
Morgan winced as he reached up to touch the knot that was forming on his head. “Your fucking father took my love away from me to prove a fucking point. To show me that he held the power… that he could take what was mine away from me, so I fucking took his freedom away… took him away from his fucking kids and wife… it felt fucking marvelous, too.”
I gasped as Capone looked at Cappadonna. “You were the reason my pops was locked up and deported.”
“Yes, Your Honor… I think he’s a danger to actual US citizens,” Morgan mocked, and laughed then hollered when Cappadonna snuffed the hell out of him, sending him flying backward.
Capone paced the small space between Morgan and where I was sitting. “You telling me that you’re the reason our father went to prison… because he took Elena... who the fuck is Elena?” Capone barked, spit flying from his mouth.
Morgan choked on blood. “My love… the one I would have risked everything for. She was something to do for your father, but not me… I wanted her. I loved her and he knew that shit.”
I was trying to make sense of everything because my father couldn’t have cheated on my mother. Then again, I thought I knew everything about my parents and knew nothing at all. They hid an entire child, so what else could they have been hiding from us?
“What does Cappadonna have to do with any of this? This was my father’s beef, not his… you took years from him because you couldn’t get over losing your woman… if she was even yours.”
“Desmond Delgato may have lost everything… did his time and was deported, but he fucking clawed his way back into the country. With no fucking proof there wasn’t shit I could do and seeing him lose it all was more than enough for me.” He looked at both Capone and Cappadonna. “Until that Delgato name started to buzz again… and there were two of him running around. Running around with that same cocky demeanor and just as ruthless. It wasn’t enough for me… Des lost it all and gained it the fuck back… what did he really lose? He still had his wife, his kids… the fuck did he lose? He had everything while I had nothing.”
“You sicko, you had a fucking wife… you over here ruining lives for a side bitch,” Skyler blurted.
The door opened and Goon walked in. “Fuck you meannn… why the fuck you got him in here like this?” Goon asked.
Morgan looked like he had saw a God. “Oh, thank God, G… listen, kill all their asses for this bullshit and call Menace and let him handle them.” Morgan desperately tried to get off the floor, and Meer pushed his ass back down.
Goon busted out laughing. “I’m fucking with you, Morgan. I just wanted front row seats to see the shit.” He went and sat on the couch in the corner, pulling a balled-up paper towel from his pocket. “Shrimp anyone?”
“Ooh, can I have one?” I asked.
“Of course, Lady Inferno.” He got up and came over and allowed me to take two before going to sit back down.
Morgan’s head shot in my direction, and I smiled and did a little wave. “Oh dammit… the flame is out the bag.”
“Sug, you so damn sexy.”
“You held onto this grudge for years. Do you realize that you changed these siblings’ lives? They missed being raised with a sibling because of the hate that you carried in your heart. A man missed out on knowing his actual parents, and where he came from. Morgan, I can promise there is more to this story. You don’t get to pretend to be the victim in this.” Jeffie stood there with her arms crossed.
The door opened again, and Corleon walked into the room. He looked on the floor and shook his head, making his way around the desk. Skyler stood up and stood on the opposite side while he sat down. He pulled on a pair of black gloves as he opened the desk and pulled out a second laptop.
“Appreciate you, Geeky.”
Skyler smiled. “Welcome.”
“There’s no fucking rules in the streets. You think I give a fuck about their lives?”
Core ignored the conversation as he locked in, doing whatever he was doing from the second laptop, and then the one Skyler had previously been on. I noticed she had gloves on, too. Jeffie rubbed the back of his head, while Skyler removed some of the lint that found its way onto his suit. Meanwhile he was locked in, doing whatever piece to this twisted as puzzle needed to be fixed.
“Sexy, you go back to man the front… Menace was looking for you,” he replied, never taking his eyes from the screen.
“Okay.”
“Baby, you go with her… I’m behind you both.”
“Got you.” Skyler and Jeffie both left out the room while Goon clapped his hands, as he smacked on shrimp.
“Big fucking Core! Gotta speak to my baby and see how she feel about a sister wife.” Goon continued on while we all, including Morgan, stared at him.
“Be so for real… Zoya would beat yo’ ass and the sister wife,” I reminded him how Zoya got down, and she wasn’t sharing shit with nobody.
This worked for Core, and I say worked loosely because who knew where this would lead. However, it worked because Jeffie and Skyler had a mutual respect, and Core had this thing where he was catering to both of them at the same time.
He was my brother, and I was gonna stick beside him.
“What the fuck is this musical doors? Why the fuck is everybody in and out?” Meer replied when the second door that Capone and Cappy came through opened.
Aimee walked through the door, and I jumped off the desk and grabbed my gun. Martin stood behind her with a gun to her head. Everybody that was strapped had their gun pointed at Martin and he laughed while staying in the doorway.
“Two things can be true at once… you’ll shoot me and then I’ll kill her… so, yeah.”
Meer shook his head. “Damn, Peach really loved you… now I gotta tell her that you got done the fuck up.”
“Shut the fuck up, Quameer. Mr. Had My Fucking Wife the Night Before Our Wedding ,” he choked out.
“Who the fuck you talking to?” Quameer tried to rush over there, and Goon pulled him back.
“Chill… he got a gun to Aimee’s head… soon as she away he fair game,” Goon spoke to my husband lowly.
Meer walked over toward me and pulled me behind him, while Morgan started laughing. “You fat confused bitch. I tried to help you, give you style tips and a fucking life!”
“Shut the hell up, Vincent. All you give a fuck about is yourself, which is why you’re in this situation.”
The other door swung open and Forty and Devon walked in. “When the fuck we gonna get shit together? How the fuck we sat and chatted with the fucking opp… again?” Quameer sneered in Martin’s direction.
“I know that fucking door tired,” Goon snickered while his gun was trained on Martin. “I can make the shot and end big body right here.”
“The fuck going on, Forty?” Cappy asked Forty, as his gun was trained on Martin. “Finger itching ‘cause he got a gun to my family’s head, fam.”
I could see how on edge Cappadonna was with that gun pointed at Aimee’s head. If he took the shot, he had to be damn near perfect. Martin had this whole room with their guns backed out and was still smirking like he had the upper hand.
“Yo, Core… send that out.” He looked over at Core, who nodded his head.
Five seconds later, our phones all received an alert.
Media News: Mayoral Candidate Vincent Morgan, and his campaign manager involved in lover’s quarrel. Text messages are attached.
“What the fuck?” Quameer looked at his phone, and then at Morgan who looked confused about what was going on. “You see this shit, bro’?”
Meer showed Morgan the phone and once he read what was on the screen, he became sick to his stomach. “How…. How fucking dare you? If I was to swing that way it damn sure wouldn’t be with his ass.” I think Morgan was more disgusted that he was being accused of sleeping with a man like Martin than actually being called a homosexual.
“I already knew you switched up, Martin, which is why I invited you here. Those fucking files that were put on Devon’s computer weren’t from Morgan… they were from you.”
Quameer’s head snapped in Martin’s direction. “You into child porn with my fucking child under your roof?” Meer shook off his jacket and I saw red in his eyes.
The gun never mattered because he was gonna shove it down Martin’s throat. “They weren’t my fucking pictures…. I would never. Never even looked at them, had a friend put them onto his laptop.”
“For what? What the hell did Devon ever do to you?”
Martin looked at Devon, who was leaned on the wall cooly, shaking his head at these men trying to take him down. “Because I wouldn’t make him the chief of staff.”
Devon’s voice was so calm and cool, even when he spoke in public. It was never any stress off his back. While other politicians got upset when reporters asked stupid questions, he never lost his cool. If anything, he often left the reporter looking stupid when he answered their redundant questions.
“I helped you in the election… I fucking worked hard to get the city to see a tatted thug as the Governor of New York City… the least you could have done was looked out for me. Patted my back for all the help that I’ve done behind the scene.”
“Patted your back by paying you three hundred racks… off the fucking books. Patted your back when I fucked up that reporter that had pictures of you sucking dick at that gay club in the city. I patted your fucking back when you tried to push your wife on me to fuck… then turned around and tried to pin it on her like she did that shit on her own… I patted your back, lined your pockets, and the shit was never enough. You tried to fucking ruin me… everything I worked hard for.” He paused, and then looked at his watch. “I worked hard to get where I was… both me and my brother have. We didn’t take any handouts, and damn sure there weren’t favors. Do I dabble in a little illegal activity? Of course I do. Do I have tattoos and look like a thug in a suit… yeah, I hear what people say and I don’t give a fuck because I’m in the spot they wanna be in. One thing about the Johnson boys, we weren’t given the best chance at fucking life, but we made Don Julio out of the fucking trash juice we were fucking given.” Devon leaned up off the wall and dapped his brother up.
POW!
Meer pushed me over toward the closet when we heard a bullet. Everything happened so fast, as he pushed me in the closet. “You good, Sug?”
“I’m fine, Meer… are my brothers alright? Aimee… oh, God. What the fuck happened?” I desperately tried to look over his shoulder back into the room.
“Fucking crazy putting a gun to my fucking wife’s head… fuck wrong with you.” Meer allowed me to come out the closet, and Capella was stomping Martin’s dead body out into the ground.
Cappadonna looked at his son with pride. Proud that he had protected his wife and handled Martin. “I saw when you crept in behind him… good shit, Capella.”
“I saw when he grabbed her as she was coming up the steps and followed behind his ass.” Capella held his arms out and Aimee rushed into them. He kissed her on the top of her head, his chest lifting and falling. It scared the fuck out of him seeing that gun to her head.
“That bitch put a damn gun to my head,” Aimee blurted, her senses probably just returning because everything had probably been a blur in the moment.
Core was still on the computer, unbothered. “Everything is in place… just need to push that button and that shit going to everybody downstairs and back home. Everything this bitch been doing… exposed.”
“What about Wink? Morgan had something to do with sending him away too… will you have something that can exonerate him?” I asked, as I walked over toward the desk.
“Every case that his ass was involved in is going to be questioned. This is where you use what you’ve been gathering on his case and get him out… District Attorney.” Core winked.
“Just let all the trash back onto the fucking street,” Morgan muttered.
Aimee looked at me. “My… my father can get out of prison?”
I hadn’t told Aimee anything about her father because I never wanted to get her hopes up. Plus, Cappy had asked me for the favor and wanted it to be kept on the low until there was some progress.
Wink was her only real family, besides us, so I didn’t want her getting excited for something that may have never happened. “Damn sure going to try, Aimee.”
Capella kissed her temple as she held onto him, and then we all looked at Morgan. I sat my phone and gun down on the table and walked over toward him, punching him in his face. “Fifteen years I was without my brother. Fifteen years my family was missing a piece, and it was because your side chick was killed? It wasn’t enough that you put my parents through one of the most traumatic experiences in their lives, but you had to double it and send another son away.”
Morgan chuckled. “I was wrong about you… you are a gutta rat disguised as a classy woma?—”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I kicked his ass in the head. Capone stood beside me, as Cappadonna stood back, allowing us to do this. “Do you know how fucking hard it was to do life without him? Fucking hormones, bro’.” I sniffled as the tears fell down my face.
“Morgan, remember when I told you in that interrogation room that I would do my time standing up. You laughed and said it would break me, prove to me how much of a boy I was. I told you that you can’t break a real nigga, you only make ‘em tougher and smarter. At times, I can’t front… I felt like you did break me. Leaving my family out there defenseless while I had to sit behind that wall. It was halfway through the first year of prison, not seeing my twin, and then it clicked that yo’ ass should have locked us both up. You left one free, and he rose to the fucking occasion.”
Cappy and Capone dapped each other. “Nigga was so deep in the trenches that he didn’t even come visit me. He put our sister through college and then law school, and patiently waited for his other half to be released. See, Des Delgato raised us… got that blood pumping through us. He may have never showed us the game, but he gave us the game plan on how to move as a man in this cold ass world. You may have fucked our family up, but you damn sure didn’t break us. Your worst fear was Des Delgato… nah, it was seeing four of his offsprings right before it’s lights out.”
Capone cracked his neck, and I walked back toward the desk and grabbed my gun, cocking it back. I paused, and looked at Core, who was leaned back in the chair with his hands folded.
“No.”
“No?” Capone looked at me because he was ready to tear Morgan’s ass up.
I flipped the gun and handed it to Core. “He took Cappy away from us, and that shit hurt more than we knew, but he took Core away from our parents. Robbed of ever being raised with us… he should do it.”
Capone fell back and nodded his head. “All you, Core.”
Corleon had this smirk on his face, the same smirk that appeared on Capone and Cappadonna’s face when they were about to handle business. He stood up, walked around the desk and looked down at Morgan.
The door opened and Jeffie and Skyler walked into the room, standing there. “After seeing this, you cannot take that shit back or erase the memory.” He looked at both Skyler and Jeffie.
They held hands. “Good,” Skyler said, as she and Jeffie looked at Core wrap his finger around the trigger as Morgan pleaded for his life. Offering to give everything including his front two teeth that had been knocked out.
Malice entered Corleon’s eyes as he looked down at Morgan and squeezed the trigger, emptying the bullets into Morgan, who looked like he was doing the Harlem shake before he fell back.
The smoke from the gun flooded out the barrel as he looked at both of our brothers. “Case fucking closed.” He sat the gun on the table.
Cappadonna and Capone dapped him up, and then they all looked at me. I walked over and they pulled me into their arms, kissing me on the head.
“Already got the clean-up crew on the way,” Jeffie said, as she tapped something into her iPad and looked at Corleon.
He walked over toward Skyler and Jeffie and held his arm out, and they both hugged him. “Are you alright?” Skyler asked, as she stared up into his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m straight… you both straight?” He searched both their eyes, and they smiled at him, as he squeezed them tighter.
Quameer grabbed me up and kissed me on the lips. “I ever told you how fucking proud I am of you?”
“You may have told me one time or so,” I giggled as I kissed his lips.
He kissed me on the lips. “You ready for our honeymoon?”
“So ready… I don’t wanna do nothing. Sleep, eat…”
“And getting fucked, huh?” he whispered into my ear.
Forty cleared his throat. “Send that shit out, Corleon.”
Devon dapped his brother. “Good looks everyone… we in this shit together. None of those fuck asses downstairs gonna ever look out for us, so we gonna look out for each other… Fu, I’m out. Lady Inferno,” he winked, as he headed out the door. His security was waiting outside the door for him.
Skyler got behind the desk, and she looked at Core who gave her the nod. She typed and then she hit a button. A loud alert sounded to all of our phones, and we all looked at our phones.
“Well, guess my internship is over, huh?” Aimee laughed, as she looked at her phone.
Everything they had on Morgan was sent out to the world. Even things that I had no clue about were sent out.
I walked toward the door, stepping over Morgan’s body. “Clothes burned before we make it back to America,” Cappadonna reminded us.
Capone looked at his twin. “We out… gotta jet to catch. I’m going home to my fucking wife and kids.”
I held Quameer’s hand as we left the room together, putting this behind us. Morgan was the last piece to close out this chapter, and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
He met me as a Delgato but left the world seeing me as an Inferno.