Page 102 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“I wanted to break into that nigga Maniac house and snatch you out of that bitch, but I didn’t want to ruin my plans for you,” he confessed.

“So why have you been ignoring me?” I pouted.

“I had a lot of shit to iron out… business to tend to, and⁠—”

“So if we were to date, I’d come last.” I cut him off, rolling my eyes hard.

He tilted his head to the side, tugged at his full and oiled beard hairs and smirked, shaking his head. Seconds later, Royal lifted his hand just as the club lights flashed across his face while the crowd moved around us like background noise.

A thick folded stack of papers caught my attention. I blinked then frowned, not understanding what he was about to expose to me.

“Nah, you my woman after the kind of bread I just dropped on yo spoiled, musty pussy ass.” He lowered his hand with the papers still clutched in his hand.

“You should know you mine too, after spending a week of blowing my line down to talk to me.”

My anger immediately resurfaced, and I was ready to dig into him.

“You damn right I did, and what you mean after the kind of bread you dropped on my funky pussy that you always chasing ass?” I jerked my head back with a lot of attitude.

Royal saying my pussy was musty didn’t offend me, not even a little bit. The way he devoured and slurped it down like his favorite dessert told me everything that I needed to know.

“You done with the attitude shit so I can give you your birthday gift?”

He reached around, grabbed a handful of my ass and pulled me back against him. His nostrils flared wide, and I knew he was inhaling my scent and enjoying it with his possessive ass.

“You ignored me, Ro Ro.” I searched his eyes as the words left my mouth.

“I did.”

“My birthday.” I pouted.

“I know, baby.”

Where the hell was the sorry… where was the reassurance that he’d never do it again?

The calmness in his voice somehow put me on edge. My anger flared as I squinted my eyes up at him.

“Then what the hell was so important?” The hurt in my voice slipped out before I could stop it and it made me cringe how desperate I sounded.

He paused, then stepped back and handed me some folded papers. I struggled to read them in the club's dim lighting, but once I saw my name and the title, a wave of dizziness hit me.

My name was mentioned repeatedly in the document alongside words like ownership, transfer, business licenses, property, and percentages. All of which made my heart race.

“No.” Tears welled up as I flipped through the pages, trying to make sense of it.

Nearly a minute later, the truth hit me. Not only did I own the lounge I was standing in, I had a new location entirely under my name called ‘H.B.I.C’. My hands started shaking, and the noise of the club disappeared completely.

“Ro—”

My words caught in my throat as his index finger lifted my chin until my tear-stained eyes locked with his.

“You inspire me, baby.” He licked his lips. “I told you when I met you that you wasn’t just some regular ass broad… You architectural, every part of you got purpose and it inspires me to have purpose too…” He dropped his forehead to mine, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

“I been moving through life carrying several titles over my head instead of a soul… Purpose?” He licked his lips and shook his head against mine. “It’s something different. I see how you carry yourself and that shit turn a nigga on. It makes me want to contribute to your purpose while having my own, because you a masterpiece that none of these bitches could duplicate; real shit…. I’m a boss nigga, and it’s only right that I officially make you a boss bitch. Happy birthday, Breasturant.”

Before I could find my voice, Royal hushed me with a deep and passionate tongue twisting kiss. When we came up for air, he sexily licked the remnants of my lips gloss off his full lips.

“That’s why a nigga wasn’t answering, brat.” He smirked.