Page 54 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“So he brought his other main⁠—”

“Not right now, Mari… My feelings hurt,” she cut me off.

I bit the inside of my lip then massaged the back of my neck. Despite how dumb I thought Keisha had always been when it came to my dad, she was still a woman with feelings. I felt for her but couldn’t feel too bad when she refused to stop messing with him. She accepted the money, along with other women that he constantly flaunted around her. It didn’t matter how many other men she fucked. My dad remained the same… unfazed.

“So what do you want to do?” I asked, not really knowing what else to say since I already knew her answer.

“I’m gon’ do me on his expense. It would just be nice to get a fuckin’ thank you… I’m basically running this shit since you been missing in action. The nigga acts entitled. He doesn’t even give a fuck about Spike’s lounge,” she spat bitterly.

That was the truth. I wouldn’t debate her on that when it tracked. My father always disappeared into women whenever pressure got heavy or when he was simply bored. It was like he needed constant distractions to avoid sitting with himself too long. He loved the attention and praise from people that didn’t even matter.

Spike’s lounge was my baby, no doubt. I poured so much into it without him hardly give two shits about it. He bragged about all of his lounges, but Spike’s was the place he showed off the most, knowing damn well he didn’t put no sweat and tears into it.

“You okay?” I shifted to my side, leaning my face against my hand. “I’m going to get a retwist in the morning and I promise to clock back in on Tuesday.” I promised, sincerely worried about her now.

I knew Keisha well, and her feelings were valid, although they could have been avoided.

“Nah, I’m good… I’m used to the nigga. It’s just hard when you keep trying to cover up just how much in love you be with a nigga. I constantly set myself up to be in my feelings with Maniac…like, I hate myself sometimes for not being able to just let him go.” Her voice cracked.

“Real shit, Mari.” She smacked her lips. “I got a nice savings. I still look the fuck good, but I’m still stuck on hope with him… I even get so low with my thoughts that I start thinking into the future…when he finally get old and bed ridden and how he’ll finally be mine then.” She laughed weakly.

“Shit, even then… he’ll still have the money to switch me and whatever other bitch out at his bedside.” She let out a pathetic laugh.

Soon as the last word left her mouth, I sat all the way up because now she had me fucked up. One thing I couldn’t stand was the weak shit that she was spitting out.

“Bitch, is you smoking dope?” I blinked my eyes hard then thought I was seeing things.

“You and her probably smoking that shit together.”

“Ahhhh—”

“Shut the fuck up and get off the phone,” Royal’s deep voice cut through my panicked scream.

“Oh shit, big daddy home now! Talk to you laterrrr, love ya!” Keisha laughed through her words.

My heart beat hard as I looked down at the phone, pissed that Keisha hung up.

“Damn, why you just coming in here without knocking?” I rolled my eyes hard at him.

Needing to do something with my eyes and hands, I grabbed my drink off the nightstand. Royal stood inside my room, free balling some light gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips carelessly. All of his sexy chocolate was out on display, and I’ll be damned if my insides didn’t heat. I couldn’t even blame the liquor for the crucial thump thudding between my legs.

All I saw when I looked at Royal, was a beautiful, rugged, handsome man. Rough around the edges with tattoos carved so elegantly into his skin to describe his life story. My eyes dragged across every hard line of muscle across his chest and stomach.

I felt embarrassed from salivating over him right in his face. He smelled good from across the room. Suddenly, I became aware of the thin nightgown I had on that was riding up my thighs. I sucked in a greedy gulp of air as my nipples hardened to aching points.

Damn Don Julio… I thought, needing to blame my raging hormones on something other than him.

“This my house, Breasturant… I walk in any room around here without knocking.”

I heard the words that came out of his mouth but still couldn’t stop myself from throwing one leg over the other. I squeezed them together to apply any type of friction to my pulsating clit.

A sensual chuckle left his full lips, he tugged the bottom of his beard and smirked cockily.

“You still here,” he said it as a fact.

“In the flesh.” I spread my hands and blinked once.

Royal moved further into the room slowly while I held my breath. Normally, we say a few words in passing, and Royal hardly even acknowledged me like he was actually steering clear of my presence being in his personal space. This appearance in my room with him closing the space between us, seemed intimate. His cognac eyes had hunger in them, and the heavy thick print behind those thin ass sweat moved with each step he took, causing my mouth to water.