Page 51 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“This nutty ass broad won’t leave my mutha fuckin’ house!” I yelled in the phone to Luca.

His deep, rough chuckle came through the speaker.

“Shit not funny,” I murmured, finally hitting my blunt.

I leaned my head back against the driver seat, smoke filling my lungs slow while my eyes drifted toward the lights glowing from inside my house.

Never had a broad pull some shit like this on me…

Weeks had gone by and Maniac paid up with interest. He even included Amaris’s room and board for staying with me. After forty-eight hours of holding Amaris in my house… I offered a driver, Uber, and even myself to take her ass home. I needed space in my own spacious space. Space to breathe through my own thoughts.

She asked to stay a couple more nights, and that shit really threw me the fuck off. She wasn’t worrisome, and I probably would have actually enjoyed her company if I didn’t have so much shit piled on my chest, sitting like bricks, making it hard to breathe.

“She really refusing… flat out to not leave?” He asked the question like he just couldn’t believe the shit.

“Yea, man.” I sighed.

“So what is she doing?” He pressed, I could hear the amusement in his tone from over the line.

“What she doing?” I sat up, stubbing my blunt out in the ashtray.

“What she doing is loosening up all my damn toilet seats every time she plops that big ass booty on them! I ain’t never had that type of problem before with my toilet seats.” I frowned.

Seconds passed before Luca laughed hard like what I said was the best joke he ever heard in his life. I froze for a second, because hearing him laugh sounded strange as hell. Especially after everything with Lucille. Grief had its way of changing people quietly. You noticed it in moments like this. We fought hard over the years to not let grief change the men we were raised to be, but on the real, it was a challenge. Hearing Luca laugh made me feel… good.

“She comfortable already… that’s what comes with dating a big girl. It’s worth it.” His laughing simmered.

Now it was my turn to shake my head hard as fuck.

“That’s the problem.” I tugged at my beard. “I ain’t dating shit… I don’t date, Luke… Plus, I ain’t got shit going with Breasturant. I simply kidnapped her giraffe-looking ass to teach her daddy a lesson,” I spat out.

“Did you fuck her?” he asked.

I scoffed at that immediately. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. She tempted the fuck out of me, practically giving me the okay with body language and the things she pranced around my house in.

“Nah, I haven’t… I don’t plan on doing that shit either.” I frowned, wondering what direction his hot and cold ass was headed with his line of questioning.

“Why not?”

“See, we was doing good just sitting in silence.” I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

“That ain’t an answer,” he mused.

“She dangerous,” I admitted.

Luca went silent for a second. I welcomed it because I hated to sound like a bitch.

“You scared.”

And there it was…

I stared out the windshield, counting the two guards that guarded the front of my house in a lowkey way. One leaned against the side of my house, bobbing his head to whatever music he was listening to from his airpods. The other guard was having a full-blown conversation, but his eyes still roamed around the area. Every couple of minutes their eyes landed on me, probably wondering why I hadn’t drove all the way up.

“Maybe I am…” I shrugged.

Luca stayed quiet enough for me to keep talking, so I continued.

“If I stick her… I’m probably gon’ go out sad again,” I stated honestly.