Page 101 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“What’s wrong?” Keisha wasted no time asking soon as we entered our private section.

“Look.” I spun around quickly, breathing hard.

“I know you siding with my dad when it comes to me fucking with Royal, and I don’t give a fuck. I’m in my feelings right now so if you try to discredit the way I’m feeling, we gon’ have a problem.”

Keisha frowned, confused. She jerked her head back then moved her loose curls from her face.

“I’m always gon’ ride for you, no matter what me and your dad got going on. I only said that I thought it was dumb to fuck his enemy knowing it was gon’ cause bullshit… like the bullshit that happened days ago,” she paused like she was taking the time to think as I plopped down on the sofa to pour me up a full glass of Don Julio instead of a shot.

"Wait," she said, raising a finger. "Mari, I'm your friend…tell me what's going on." She sat beside me.

A surge of emotions washed over me. My eyes started to burn out of frustration because I hated how all over the place my feelings were. Technically, Royal wasn’t my man to act a fool over. I had no rights over him but felt like we got somewhere beyond the basics. In a way, it felt like I understood the man underneath his hard exterior.

“I’m dealing with a broken heart or something close to it, Keisha.” I sniffled back my tears and the lump that rose in my throat. “Maniac messed up the start of something good between Royal and I.” I waved my hand.

“Now the nigga came here tonight, flossing other hoes to show me he ain’t pressed behind us not talking this past week,” I confessed.

I couldn’t even believe my own jealous feelings because had it been the next man, I would’ve carried a mental funeral for them.

“Bitch!” Keisha clapped her hands loudly. “You a boss ass, bad bitch!” She cocked her head to the side.

“If you caught feelings and want the nigga to act right, feed him doses of his own medicine.”

“I ain’t tryna get nobody killed by keeping the same energy. I thought Ro Ro and I had boundaries of respect… him coming here⁠—”

“Nah, fuck that! You fenna get yo fine ass up, go bounce that big ol booty while he entertains them other bitches and act unbothered. You are the program, bitch, and if a nigga gotta die behind you proving a point, soooooo be it.” She slurred the last words out.

For a couple of seconds, we eyed each other than both fell out laughing.

“Shhhiddddd, that’s the type of timing I be on with Maniac… It’s toxic but it gets the pussy wet! Let’s go back and put on a fucking show for that nigga to see you ain’t to be fucked with.”

She clicked her index and thumb finger together and poured up another shot.

“Eyes all glossy like you want to cry and shit, when a fine ass nigga was just gripping them thick ass hips and dancing with you song to song. Come on!” She stood up, almost losing her balance.

Butterflies swarmed in my stomach because I hardly ever listened to any of the advice Keisha gave. I said a silent prayer, took a couple of gulps from my cup then stood up ready to do like she said. Put on a show.

I got on the dance floor with Keisha and looked over at Royal’s section one time before focusing back to what I came to do. When the beat dropped, I showed out like I never had before and felt good doing it. I put my good knees to use by dropping down low and making each booty cheek jump to the beat. I started to scrub the floor with Keisha pumping me up. I stood with my feet apart and made my butt do all the talking that needed to be said to Royal.

Keisha and I laughed then danced together, getting lost in the music. Suddenly, the energy of the room shifted, and my stomach twisted in knots when I looked into Keisha’s wide, surprised eyes. I didn’t even bother turning around. I just closed my eyes and simply inhaled him because his alluring scent was truly one of a kind. Hell, everything about Royal stood out to me, including his presence.

It's like my body recognized his presence before my mind caught up. His dominating presence settled right behind me, his erect manhood poking right between my ass cheeks, making my clit instantly throb. I dropped my head and leaned into him. None of the angry thoughts when I saw him walking through the entrance mattered anymore, not even Keisha standing in front of us with a slick smile.

“You out here making yourself look crazy on ya nigga’s birthday?” He spoke directly into my ear, causing the fine hairs on my neck to rise.

I could always expect his attitude mixed with the audacity and nerve of him. I spun around so fast I almost lost my balance but was caught by his large hand gripping my hip and pulling me close to him. I looked into his cognac eyes and lost my train of thought. Everything about Royal captured all of me at once. It’s like my body became fully alert and hypersensitive to him.

He wasn’t smiling, and he looked drained. The same look when he came into my office with a bouquet of yellow roses. I clasped my hands around his neck and continued our intense eye contact.

“You missed me?” He smirked.

My heart swelled, emotions arriving instantly. I swallowed down, looked away then forced myself to look back into his eyes before saying yes.

“A lot…” I added for great measure.

“I missed you a lot too, Breasturant.”

He leaned down a bit then pressed a firm kiss on my plump lips.