Cappadonna, p.1
Cappadonna, page 1
Cappadonna
IF I SAY SHE MINE, SHE MINE
JAHQUEL J.
Copyright © 2024
Published by Jahquel J.
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Contains explicit languages and adult themes.
suitable for ages 16+
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Synopsis:
Alaia:
After my yaya passed away, I didn’t have anyone that cared for me. I mean, not even a month after Yaya was in the ground, he sat me down in the living room and sold me to a thirty-year-old man. I was sixteen, and my big brother, the man that was supposed to protect me sold me off like cattle on a farm.
My entire life has been to please Zayne. I’m his fourth wife, and the youngest wife. Nobody has ever protected or cared for me. I was tossed the cards that life handed me and had to make do with them. That is until Cappadonna Delgato and I cross paths-again.
Cappadonna:
All it took was for me to see her one time in that visitation room to know that I needed her. Alaia, her name literally means joy and happiness, and I didn’t see anything of the sorts in her eyes when she stared into my eyes that day. As Allah would have it, our paths were meant to cross on the outside, and they did.
I’m a protector, a provider, and a man, and I don’t think Alaia has ever had that in her life. I don’t care what I have to do or who I have to see to make her mine. She went years without knowing what protection and true love felt like, and I’m stepping up to make sure she doesn’t go another day not knowing how I feel or how I’m coming behind her. If I say she's mine, she's mine, and I've never been afraid to shed blood to prove it.
Hey There…
Capone and Cappadonna may be twins, but they are different, and their issues are different. While Erin and Capone’s story was their own, I ask that you allow Cappadonna and Alaia’s story to be theirs.
Their relationships won’t be the same, and the issues are really not the same. You met Alaia at the prison, and you’ll read more about her story in this book. Her story isn’t as simple as Erin’s story. (Although was Erin’s even simple?)
Trigger warning: This book has domestic violence scenes, and human trafficking scenes involving minors. As much as I write for your entertainment, please take care of yourself.
The scenes are minimal but very important for the telling of this story.
Here’s to more bang- bang shoot ‘em up, emergency rooms and kisses on the nose.
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Prologue
Alaia
10 years ago….
In Elementary school, me and Raheem had set up a lemonade stand outside of our Yaya’s house. I don’t know why we thought we would make a lot in the middle of the hood in Wilmington, Delaware. While we were trying to sell lemonade, everyone was either selling drugs or ass. Raheem, my big brother, had always been attracted to the allure of making fast money.
While I was more than happy to sit and wait for someone to offer to buy a fresh cup of Country Time lemonade, he wanted the money quicker. His lack of patience had always been something that bothered me. He could never work hard to get what he wanted, he wanted to skip steps and get the success without actually doing the work or going through the trials and tribulations.
Our yaya ran numbers out the house and that afforded her to always keep a roof over our heads. When our mother was locked up for first degree murder, she was the one that took us in. Well, she never had to take us in because we were always at her house. Ronnie, my mother, was always quick to drop us off for a weekend and return weeks later.
I could never depend on my mother because she always chose someone over her kids. When she was arrested, it wasn’t something devastating because she was never there to begin with. Raheem on the other hand took it pretty hard. He idolized my mother and whatever boyfriend she brought around for the week. He saw the money, jewels, and cars and wanted it all. While all us kids were planning on what we wanted to be when we grew up, Raheem wanted to be a hustler.
“You not going to sit around and spend my money. That’s not the shit we on, Alaia,” he chuckled, while sealing his blunt with his tongue. “You gotta earn your keep around here some way.”
I should have run away all the times the thought crossed my mind. Where was I supposed to go at sixteen? My yaya was my entire world and the one who protected me from the world. All she wanted was for me to attend college.
I would have been the only one to attend college in our family. She wanted me to be better than my mother, to make something of myself. Yaya hadn’t been in the ground for a month before Raheem had turned her house into a whore house.
Women and men came from all over the state to climb between the legs of one of Raheem’s girls. Raheem said fuck being a police officer, handyman, or even a construction worker. He decided drugs weren’t quick enough money, so he turned to selling pussy.
“I’m sixteen, Rah,” I said barely above a whisper.
He sparked his blunt and then looked at me with malice laced in his eyes. “All you do is walk around with a fucking book in your hand. Judging the very bitches that keep a roof over your fucking head.” He eyed my body down, making me uncomfortable. “Yeah, you would be just right… I got the right one for you.”
“One for me?” I choked out, tears falling down my eyes as I listened to my brother talk about pimping me out.
He took the longest pull and blew the smoke out in my face. “You should be lucky that I’m not making you work your pussy in those back rooms.”
One of the back rooms used to be my yaya’s room. Her room had always been right off the kitchen. It was the first place I went whenever I came into the house, and the source of comfort. I would climb under her blankets while listening to the loud fan in the window, and the sound of the news in the background. It was like my own personal sound machine that helped me drift off to sleep.
“I’m going away to college, Raheem. I promise, two more years and I’m out your hair,” I pleaded with him.
“That school shit ain’t going to get you far, Alaia. I wish you would just give it the fuck up. Look at this money,” he pulled out a knot of money and laughed, his mouth filled with gold.
While Raheem was always decked in the newest designer, and spent all his money in the club, his hoes were always scrapping together money for something. I don’t know how many times one of them had to borrow a pad or tampon or something from me.
Even though he didn’t treat his girls right, they still stuck beside him like glue. It wasn’t like I was given a free ride either. My best friend gave me money to get the things that I needed, or food to buy for my room. Raheem acted like me being here cost him money when I never asked him for anything.
“I’m just going to leave… I won’t cost you anything if I leave.”
He chuckled. “I have custody of you. You think you about to leave and have them sniffing around here for me?”
“Nobody won’t say anything, I promise,” I pleaded with him, desperate for him to show up as the big brother I had always wanted.
Raheem had never been a big brother that protected me. He always looked out for himself, so I don’t know why I expected different from him when Yaya passed on. I thought I could quietly finish out high school and then go to college.
He would never have to hear from me again, and I would be a figment of his imagination. As I stood here, scared of what was to happen next, the plan I had that used to be so vivid, was quickly dwindling away from me.
“Alaia, get the hell on with that bullshit… I don’t have time to keep tabs on you. Unlike the rest of these bitches, I actually give a fuck about what happens to you.”
He tried to sound convincing, as if he was a big brother looking out for what was best for me. When in reality, all he cared about was the money he made, and the bitches he pimped.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang. Raheem had this look of satisfaction on his face when he heard it. “Looks like he actually showed the fuck up,” one of his flunkies laughed, as he climbed off the couch to get the door.
“Where the hell you going? Stay right there!” Raheem hollered, as I tried to escape back upstairs to my room.
Since Yaya had left me, I found myself struggling while trying to make the best of the cards that life had handed me. All I had to look forward to was college and that was taken away from me. Raheem put out his freshly lit blunt and sat up when a man walked into the living room.
I stood with my arms crossed, hugging myself in the corner and unsure on what was about to happen. The man had to be no more than 5’8, he was shorter than Raheem for sure. He wore linen white pants and a graphic T-shirt. On his head, he wore a Kufi and a pair of round gold rimmed glasses.
He was handsome, and from the way he licked his lips he knew that he was. The man wasn’t skinny by no means; however, he had a meaty physique that some women might admire. Although, he was about two burgers away from being fat.
“Didn’t think you would make it… thought you thought I was bluffing or something.” Raheem stood up, embracing the man.
“I told you that I would, right? What is this prize that I had to come all the way out here to witness?” He was impatient, barely wanted to sit or accept the glass of water from one of the women.
“Right here… this Alaia.” He pointed to me, who held onto myself tighter, as I put together the clues on what Raheem was trying to do.
The man turned, noticing me for the first time. His eyes told me that he liked what he saw. It was a look I had been given way too many times by Raheem’s friends. Their eyes glossed over my body, and I could see the nasty and vile thoughts that were probably running through their minds.
From the way this man stared me down, he had the same thoughts, except he was more subtle about it. Looking away, I wanted to be anywhere but in this front room feeling like a slave on the auction block.
I could run away and never return again. That was exactly what I planned to do, because I would be damned if Raheem made a living off me. It wasn’t right, and I had nobody here to step up for me. My mother was gone, Yaya was dead, and I didn’t know my father.
“The price still the same or you trying to gas me up for more?” He folded his arms and glared at my brother, who was stroking his goatee.
Raheem sat there with a look of satisfaction on his face as he looked me over, deciding on if the price would remain the same. He kept surveying me like I was a prized poodle in a show. “Add two more racks on top of that. She smart, too… not one of those dumb bitches.”
My heart sank hearing those words leave his mouth. The man stood there, looking over at me once more, then he turned to Raheem and extended his hand.
“Slick ass… I knew you were gonna be talking something different. You lucky she beautiful and a virgin.”
If my heart couldn’t sink anymore, hearing him refer to my virginity nearly caused me to fall to the floor. “I’m not a piece of property, Raheem. You want me out of your hair… then I will leave.” I turned to run up the stairs to grab my backpack.
That was all I needed in the moment. Soon as I touched the banister, one of Raheem’s flunkies grabbed me. Zoe grabbed me around the waist and brought me back in the front room.
“Fuck this up for me, Alaia, and I can promise the only time your geeky ass will read is in between working that pussy,” Raheem snarled in my ear, while pinching my neck.
I stood in my school clothes looking from my brother, who was supposed to protect me, to the man that I was sure I would be sold to. He looked at Raheem and snapped his fingers at him.
“Take your fucking hands off her… leaving bruises is a sure way to knock the price down.” I had got excited that he was taking up for me, then all hope faded away when he referred to me like I was an object, and not a person.
A teenage girl who just wanted to live her life.
“Take her upstairs to pack some stuff while we sort out everything,” Raheem told Zoe, as he nudged me toward the steps.
I choked on my tears as I slowly took the stairs one by one. My eyes were blurry as I tried to look up the steps. Except, I could barely see anything and was moving on strictly muscle memory. I wanted to run out the house and never return.
By the time I made it past Zoe, I would be slapped and taken back up the steps. I slowly opened my room door and grabbed my things. Who knew when I would see this room again. After Yaya died, it stopped feeling like my room and more like a safe haven away from Raheem and his foolishness.
I put everything that I could into my pink Jan Sport bookbag, collecting my favorite books. Zoe stood by the door watching me.
“I’m sorry, Laia,” he whispered, knowing that he shouldn’t have even been speaking to me. Had Raheem knew that we had a friendship, he would have kicked Zoe to the curb a long time ago.
“Sorry would have been warning me about this.” I sniffled, cutting my eyes at him as I shoved more things into my backpack.
He walked further into the room. “I swear, this is the first time I’m hearing about this… Rah don’t tell none of us shit until it’s done or about to be done.”
I put my bookbag onto my shoulder and looked up into his eyes. “Well, I guess it’s about to be done now, right.”
Bypassing him, I made my way back downstairs with my heart in my throat. I felt like I was in a bad dream and eventually I would wake up to pee and then go back to sleep. Except, this isn’t a bad dream.
I was being sold by my brother to a man that was much older than me, and there wasn’t anything that I could do. Protecting his kid sister was the least of Raheem’s problems. I prayed that he never had a moments peace and that this life he was so excited to have turned into everything that he never wanted it to be.
Yaya was a praying woman, and I knew that even without her being here, that I would be alright.
“Don’t go causing no damn problems, Alaia. I’m doing this for you… you don’t have no place here.”
I gathered all the spit in my mouth and the back of my throat and hawked a big blob of spit into my brother’s face. He started to reach back and slap me, and the man pulled me away from him.
“Go ahead and hit her while I’m standing here,” he threatened and Raheem put his hand down, using it to wipe the spit from his face.
All the girls were all gathered around the Mercedes that stuck out like a sore thumb on this desolate street. I followed behind the man, holding onto my bag and scared of what was to come next.
He held the passenger door open for me and then strolled around it with his phone in his hand. I looked up on the porch and saw Ivy standing there. She was the only girl in the house that was close to my age. She was only seventeen and had been brought to the house in the middle of the night.
I never asked questions on how these women ended up here or why. She asked to borrow a tampon a few times, and we had become close. Ivy always looked out for me with money she skimmed off the top from Raheem. I was going to miss her because she had looked out for me more than my own blood brother.
As the car pulled off the block, I fought to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Everything happened so fast. One second, I was standing in the living room explaining to Raheem why I needed money, and the next I was leaving the only home that I have ever known to an unfamiliar place with an even more unfamiliar man.
1
Cappadonna
“Who wakes up this early and works out?” Erin whispered, as she stood in the doorway of the sunroom drinking coffee.
I laughed as I continued to do push-ups with one arm behind my back. “When you got a bunch of pussy muthafuckas running your day, you don’t have a choice on when you can wake up and go to sleep.” I finished the last one and then rolled my prayer mat up before taking a seat on the couch.
“We’re all so happy that you are home. Especially your brother.” She took a sip of her coffee and then took a seat on the opposite couch.
I had been home for a couple months and had been living in my brother’s house. With me being here, even with the size of the house, it was at capacity. I mean, Capone had a lot of house, and everyone had their space, I just knew it was time for me to get my own space.
