22. Quameer
quameer
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“Bring me Blair right now… have her close the studio early… I want her with me right now,” Quasim barked as he walked into the warehouse that we owned in Newark.
I directed Suga on how to pull into the warehouse as I examined her whip. The front, back, and sides were all fucked up. I was pissed that these niggas decided to ambush my wife. When she told me she wanted to head to Brooklyn, I made sure to send Havoc and Kincaid with her. She wasn’t going by herself and every Delgato woman knew how to protect herself, so I knew she was good.
When she killed the engine, I pulled her out the car and checked over her and kissed her on her face. “You good, Sug? My baby fine… you need to sit down… come on,” I pulled her over toward the seating area.
Capri remained in place and took a breath. “All I wanted was my damn?—”
“That bitch Tasha was in that second fucking car… me and Havoc saw that bitch… that bitch tried to take my fucking head off with her bad ass aim.” Kincaid walked into the warehouse holding his helmet in his hand.
He was mad as shit.
“She straight, Meer?” I held onto Suga, and reached my hand out to dap him up for holding down my wife the way he did.
“This bitch must wanna die,” I mumbled. “Appreciate you and Havoc holding it down for my wife.”
The old heads hung out here. Every once in a while, when I wanted to hear some wisdom or catch a vibe, I came to chill with they old asses.
Capone pulled Erin out the car and kissed her, while Cappadonna pulled his wife and Aimee out. He hugged and kissed both of them on their heads as he hugged them again.
“You already know… Lady Inferno our main priority.”
“Just fuck the rest of us, huh?” Aimee laughed as she took a seat at the bar, and looked at her phone. “Hey Capella… I’m alright… no, you don’t need to come home. I promise I’m good… okay… okay.” She ended the call and then looked at the rest of us.
Quasim held his phone in his hand and soon as it started to ring, he answered and put it on speaker. “She talking about she can’t leave because she has a class about to start, Sim.”
“Give her the phone.”
“Hello, Quasim… how are you?” Blair got onto the phone, sounding like it was a business call, knowing she was in love with this nigga.
Women were so petty when their feelings were hurt. “She’s so petty,” Capri snickered as I continued to hold onto her.
“My love, I don’t want to hear none of the shit you chatting about. I’ll refund all of them for the inconvenience, but get in that car with Yasin… hear me?”
“Is everything alright? Did Tookie get out?” Blair started to panic.
Sim held the phone close to his mouth. “Am I the type of nigga that would allow something to happen to you, my love?”
“No.”
“So, I need you to do as I say.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl… put Sin back on the phone.”
I could hear her saying something to Yasin in the background before he came onto the phone. “Want me to head to where you at?”
“Yeah… make sure the lock down all angles of that whip, Sin… I don’t know what the fuck they got planned, but I’m ten steps ahead of them.”
“Got you… see you in a little while,” he replied and ended the call, as Sim tossed his phone onto the bar top and turned the TV that was behind the bar on.
No sooner than the news came on, they were reporting on what happened on the FDR. Aside from phone footage from those on the FDR and bridge, they didn’t have nothing. A Spanish chick with curly hair got on the screen.
“Oh fuck!” Erin hollered.
We all turned to look at her. “That’s the detective that took me and Jaiden to the police station after my parents… you know.”
Capone held his wife closer to him. “You sure, Gorgeous?”
She paid him no attention; her attention was locked onto the screen as the woman prepared to speak.
“My name is Lucia Parker and my husband was Rich Parker. His life was taken away in the most horrific way. Our family hasn’t been the same as we tried to move on. Those same men decided to shoot my husband’s…I’m sorry,” she apologized as she broke down. “Decided to shoot my husband’s dead corpse and set it on fire at a memorial held for him.”
She looked into the camera and those tears suddenly went the fuck away. “These men aren’t Gods… they do not get to pick and choose who lives they get to take. These men will pay and be held responsible.” She stared directly into the camera.
Quasim smirked. “Come get me, pussy.”
While I was paying attention to this bitch speak on the news, Capri had removed herself from my arms and was in the backseat of the car. When she popped back out with the bucket of sticky wings now inside the plastic bag, I shook my head.
“Don’t none of you judge me either… I’m still going to eat them because I am hungry.” She walked over to the bar and sat on the stool next to Aimee.
She offered a wing to Aimee, and she shrugged before taking it while they ate. I went around the bar and grabbed a plate and poured them something to drink.
Hassan: Got them… they safe.
Me: good looks.
When Alaia called Capp and told him they were being followed, and that it was Chrome Vipers, I had a few Gods head over to get Peach and her mother. If it was up to me, I would have left Brandi’s ass, but I was told that I couldn’t do that.
“Wow, this fucked up web continues to get spun bigger and bigger… if I didn’t know any better, she doesn’t want justice in the sense of you doing time… she wants blood.” Erin looked at me and Sim.
“She wants blood and gonna end up with her husband,” Quasim replied, and walked around the bar and poured himself a drink.
“How you wanna handle this shit? We can ride out on them tonight.” Naheim walked into the warehouse with a murderous stare in his eyes.
“The fuck you talking about, Nah?” Cappadonna asked as he rotated his shoulder and looked at him.
Naheim handed him his phone and Cappadonna passed it off to Capone. “Nigga, you know those little ass words fuck with my eyes.”
Capone took the phone and scrolled as he laughed. “She can’t be this stupid.”
Erin snatched the phone and scrolled. “Well, damn, you got her feeling all special and needed with these messages.” She laughed.
Naheim looked at Capri, then at her brothers. “I ain’t always came right, especially when it came to Capri. Ya’ll the only family that me and NJ got, and the fact that I’m not six feet in the ground behind some of the shit I’ve done and put you through, Pri… it shows the kind of woman and person you are. You’ve always been solid; it was me that wasn’t and I apologize for that shit… I’m paying for that shit now.”
I wasn’t here for his little proclamation of being sorry, but I allowed him to rock because if we were able to get Tasha because of him, I’ll continue to listen to his sorry because he fumbled the best woman that could have ever happened to him.
Capri looked at him. “What is she saying?” She ignored everything he had said, and continued to eat her wings.
If I ever doubted that she wasn’t over her ex-husband, this showed that she was. She didn’t want to hear shit he had to say, but how we could get the bitch that was responsible for so much destruction within her life.
“The pussy must be stellar for her to be this damn stupid… is it?” Cappadonna looked from Capone, Kincaid, and then Naheim.
Capri and Aimee busted out laughing. My baby was laughing so hard that she started choking and I had to come around and pat her back. I couldn’t help but crack a smile because that shit was crazy.
“Fuck you, Capp!” Capone stuck his middle finger up at him, as Erin shook her head. “Gorgeous, the fuck you shaking your head for?”
“Cause I cannot believe you… ughhh.”
“Damn, it was years ago… my brother got locked up and?—”
“Nah boy-boy, don’t put that shit on me,” Cappadonna and Alaia was both laughing so hard.
It was never a serious moment with our asses. How we went from being in the middle of a shootout to us laughing about the same skeezer that Naheim, Kincaid, and Capone all hit.
“I only got head from her ass… I ain’t fuck,” Kincaid defended as he laughed right along with the rest of us. “Naheim let that hoe get him pregnant.”
“I’m gonna fuck you up, Kincaid,” Naheim threatened before he broke out in laughter because all of us, including Sim was in tears.
“She cannot be this stupid, Naheim,” Erin said as she continued to look through the messages and shook her head. “Giving out her address because she thinks she’s about to meet her son is crazy.”
“Especially because she knows that you’re linked with the very people that want her dead,” Aimee added.
“Maybe not… he told her that he lives in Virginia now, and that he’s gonna drive up so she can meet NJ… which NJ would never… ugh.” Erin handed him back the phone.
Capri continued smacking on her wing. “He’s better off without her… look where being her child got Timmy?”
“When you supposed to meet her?” I questioned.
“Told her that I was gonna drive up this weekend, and we’re supposed to meet Friday…I’ll set the shit up so you can slide in and do whatever you need to do.”
I nodded, and Capri shoved me. “Do whatever you need to do? I’m going to handle her and I don’t care how none of you feel about it.”
“We got your follow up as always,” Aimee added.
Capri smiled at Aimee, Erin, and Alaia. “Exactly. This is personal, and I need to be the one to handle this.”
I kissed her on the neck. “Only because I know this is something that you need to do.”
She touched my face and kissed with her sticky ass lips. “Thank you, Meer.”
I pulled back from her. “I love you, Sug… but those fucking wings make me sick now.” Grabbing a napkin, I wiped the sticky sauce off my lips.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, your daughter loves them so I’m not giving them up.”
I rubbed her stomach and kissed it. “Rayce, kick if you want her ass to stop.”
Erin came over and started rubbing Suga’s stomach. “Nope, let her eat whatever she wants… you really about to be Big Mama.”
“Being Big Mama is what got me in this position in the first place,” Capri laughed while Erin continued to rub her stomach and she ate her wings.
Being that their plan had failed, I already knew those CVs were about to lay low. They weren’t going to come back at us until they were prepared, and being that some of their niggas were laying on the FDR and George Washington Bridge, they had other shit that they needed to worry about.