Page 39 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“No.” He shook his head rapidly.

“Or…” I gestured my hands like Donald Trump. “She’ll just stay with me for however long I decide is enough.”

“Please bro⁠—”

“Nigga, you damn near sixty years old calling me fucking bro,” I spat.

“Don’t do this, Roy, please,” he begged shamelessly.

The word please sounded disgusting coming out his mouth. It was too late to beg.

“You should’ve thought about consequences before speaking on the Bonetti’s like we wouldn’t be able to touch you.” I shrugged casually.

“I can make this right, man. I told you I got the money.”

“You already made shit wrong, and besides…I know you got the money, you just still missing the lesson.”

His eyes glossed over, and I smiled at that. A lesson wasn’t a lesson without proof of a mutha fucka feeling it. This was the part any man hated the most. Maniac didn’t fear for his life, his fear was for his daughter’s life. Just for that, he gained a small ounce of respect.

“She’s my everything. I fucked up, Roy.” He sniffled.

“Every man has a weak spot… A spot so tender and fragile… if you simply touch it or show interest in that spot, they’d shatter right on the spot. Their ego, pride, and power dissipates… it’s like being stripped of your manhood and becoming boneless.” Dontrell’s words replayed in my head.

“Don’t punish her for my fuck up,” he continued to plead.

I looked over at Amaris. She stood next to Brutal unusually still now, eyes flitting between me and her dad.

“She ain’t being punished.” I looked back at Maniac.

He frowned in confusion as I took another step close to him.

“She being protected while you learn how dangerous your mouth really is for her safety… This gon’ be a lesson you’ll never forget. Make sure you have that money with interest ready to wire over first thing in the morning.” I smiled crookedly.

“You gonna learn big fella.” I reached out and tapped his shoulder firmly. “Send extra bread for her room and board too.”

I leaned close enough to keep my words strictly between us.

“Now you get to watch our worlds collide in real time,” I whispered lowly.

I moved past Maniac toward the door.

“Bring Breasturant to my car then wipe this mutha fucka down,” I ordered.

Soon as I rolled my window down to toss the butt of my blunt out, Amaris was being carried out by her ankles and arms by Tabari and Brutal. I squinted my eyes to make sure I wasn’t just seeing things. The closer they got to my truck, things became clear on what took place after I walked out.

I didn’t need an army to run down on Maniac, but I didn’t consider Amaris and how nutty she really was. Tabari’s left eye was damn near swollen shut. He had a dark purple and red ring around his eye from Amaris’s fist. Brutal’s lip was busted, I could sense the murder he had on his mind for Amaris.

“Nah, I ain’t doing this bullshit,” I murmured, hitting the locks.

Tabari put her legs down slowly, while Brutal kept a deadly grip on her arms.

“Ahh, that hurts you stupid bitch!” She yelled.

Tabari quickly opened the passenger door then stood to the side as Brutal practically tossed her inside. I wasted no time pressing the tip of my nine to the side of her face.

“You better calm the fuck down,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “This ain’t the kind of kidnapping where I chain you at the bottom of my basement and starve yo ass,” I warned.

"I'm not gon’ babysit you, so let me make this real simple for yo nutty ass." The barrel of my gun traced down until it pressed firm against her puffy right cheek. I pushed hard enough until I knew her inner cheek knocked against her teeth.