if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 110

Q Grey
Coming ta this luh rehearsal was a big ass mistake. I ain't wanna be here at all but I wanted to support Capri. We both wunt thinkin when we had the idea that I would come witta.

Guess we got caught up in wanting to be togetha and didn't wanna separate. We was stuck together like glue. I was gone do anything fa ha regardless of how I felt and if I had to re-charm ha pops, that's what I was finna do.

Couldn't be that hard. He liked me before. He could like me again.

I watched him across the room as he mingled with who I was assuming ta be his homies. We kept making eye contact and every time that we did, nigga grilled me. He was actin like I wouldn't tell his wife how dirty he was doin ha.

But that was the petty me. I wunt gone do that. Especially since this wasn't my family. It was Capri's. So I had to be the bigger person.

Just sat in the corner making origami animals and waiting fa the right moment to speak to this nigga.

But finally, when I looked up at him, he'd been all alone. Wunt standin next to nobody a chattin with nobody so I made it my mission to go talk to the nigga.

Taking deep breaths, I got up from my chair and walked over to the man. Real swift and cool-like.

"Hey mista Martin." I smirked, speaking in a nice tone.

"Quentin." He nodded, looking me up and down.  Then he furrowed his brows. "What happen to your arm?"

"Pri ain't tell you? I got shot right in my shoulda." I chuckled. "Ain't that crazy? Ion even need the cast. The doctors is just bein drama-"

"How?"

"You know." I shrugged. "Hangin in the wrong spot at the wrong time."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that. Pri told me you were in the hospital but didn't tell me the reason why." He nodded, beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, realizing I should tone it down. "Wait."

"What is it?" He sneered.

Nigga was rude with it but I ignored it and proceeded to try and talk to him.

"I- I- I just wanna apologize man." I nodded, grabbing him by the long sleeve on his shirt.

He snatched himself away from me, furrowing his brows. "I don't wanna hear an apology."

"I get it and you don't have to fa give me. I just need you ta hear me out. I ain't mean ta put you and ya family through so much worry and panic. That shi- stuff was insensitive a me. I can say that I learned my lesson all I want. You don't have to believe my words. Just give my actions a chance. Show you and Pri n nem that I could be a better boyfriend than I was before."

This how you know I loved Capri cause if this was any otha girl, I would not be begging ha bald ass daddy fa fa giveness.

If anything I'd tell the nigga 'That's why yo daughta guzzlin my dick every night.' But this was Pri daddy so I would neva.

"I don't accept your apology Quentin. You've already proved to me what kinda person you are. That Vegas shit was unacceptable. You played ya self and I do not trust my daughta round you."

"I get it." I shrugged.

That's all I really could say. All that mattered was the fact that Capri fa gave me. Didn't care bout ha pops approval that much.

When she was pushin out my kids and his grandkids, I'm sure nigga'd fa give me then. Fa now, I was gone let him cool off. It was a bad time anyways. He was busy being a full on adulterer. That took a lot of time and patience I'm sure.