Page 34 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

I need a drink and sleep… I thought to myself. I had already put my phone on do not disturb. Tasha would be stepping in my position for the weekend as well as tonight, and I already knew if I didn’t silence my phone and keep it face down, she’d blow me up all night just to gossip.

Water rolled down my back while I tilted my face under the showerhead and let out a long breath I felt like I’d been holding for days. The sound of Tems’ soulful voice continued to relax me further as I made a mental note to set an appointment for a retwist. I had regrowth like crazy. I despised when I abandoned my own self-care then end up hating looking at myself in the mirror at the evidence of doing such.

I squeezed shampoo all over my locs and worked it through my locs slowly while singing along terribly loud about freeing my mind like I was in a concert. For some reason when you sung in the bathroom, it made you typically sound like you could really blow for real. I shut my eyes and continued to sing, placing my mind somewhere else.

I imagined myself wearing a beautiful gown, dreads pulled up in a neat bun as I performed for thousands of people. I imagined them throwing roses and my thoughts got wilder as I visualized fine grown men fainting from my vocals. I giggled lowly as I washed the shampoo out and shook my head at the last part of my imagination.

If grown men ever decided to faint while I performed anything, I’d think the shit was too feminine, which would end up being an automatic turn off. I hit another high note and missed it.

“Nahhhh.” I laughed at myself, blinking water from my eyes. “That ain’t it.”

I tried to hit it again until…

“Damn Breasturant, you killing me, ma! Hurry the fuck up and get out the shower so I can get the fuck out this steamy ass bathroom.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed until my lungs burned.

I went through a series of emotions. Warm pee trickled down my legs before I almost lost my balance. With my hands pressed flat against the tile, I struggled with catching my breath. My heart pounded so hard and fast inside my chest like that it felt like I was getting ready to have an heart attack. I was far from delusional. I never partook in any kind of mind-altering drugs. So I knew for a fact that the deep rugged voice that just yelled over the music inside of my bathroom didn’t belong to my dad.

My gun was inside of my closet, too far away for comfort.

“Step out that mutha fucka slow but fast. I ain’t got all night, and I’m pretty sure yo daddy want to lick his wounds so he can work on getting me my mutha fuckin bread,” the voice bellowed again.

“Royal…” I whispered to myself in disbelief.

What the fuck is he doing here? I panted.

“I ain’t gon’ remain a gentleman too long…” he spat out coldly.

“Nigga.” My head snapped back like he slapped me. “How the fuck is you a gentleman to begin with?” I cocked my head to the side, eyes still focused on the tile wall in front of me.

“You in my home! In my fuckin’ bathroom! What⁠—”

“Man, shut the fuck up and get out before I get nutty,” he thundered.

The music stopped abruptly which let me know he held the power button down until my JBL speaker cut off.

Wait… this nigga said my dad…wounds? My mouth went dry. Suddenly, I didn’t want to go back and forth with Roy. He mentioned my dad seconds ago but I was too caught up in realizing that he was inside of my bathroom.

“You don’t understand who you about to meet…I uhh, once was around Luca… he’s quiet and dangerous… R-Roy is different from him.”

Tasha’s words replayed in my head before I turned slowly, snatching my towel that hung over my head. Not caring about the water still running, I wrapped it tightly around me then slid the gliding glass door open slowly.

Roy stood in my bathroom like a hallucination wearing a tailored suit. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as we locked eyes. Seconds later, he licked his thick cinnamon-colored lips and smirked cockily.

“I can still see one of them big ass jugs.” He nodded his head, eyes focused on what I thought was covered titties.

My eyes dropped down to my chest, and sure enough one of my big ass melons hung out the side of the towel. I quickly twisted the towel until I felt the warm air kiss one of my ass cheeks. Meanwhile, Roy just stood there looking like a tall chocolate Greek god, wearing a charcoal black suit and tie. He looked so calm it pissed me off immediately.

The suit jacket hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. He tugged at the bottom of his beard that was perfectly aligned. I hated how fine the nigga looked, down to the waves spinning neatly all around his big ass head. Even the steam had the nerve to curl around him slowly, making him look even more enchanting.

I licked my lips, hoping like hell he didn’t catch me drooling over his big tall ass then managed to pick up my feet to walk in his direction to get past him.

“Nah.” His hand moved swiftly, producing a gun from his hip. “You move when I tell you to move.” He clicked his teeth.

“Any wrong move, gon’ get them dreads knocked off.” He snarled.

“You out your damn mind?” I snapped back, clutching my towel tighter against my chest.