CAP's POV
"YOU'LL NEVER GUESS who I saw hanging out," Satan barged into Cap's bedroom.
He felt his anger bubbling up inside because Satan disturbed his peace. Sitting up on the bed, Cap uninterestedly bit, "Who?"
"Ella, KoKo and Star."
"What?" his eyes widened immediately as he hopped out of the bed, putting on his slides. "Those hoes better not do anything to her like Ion kill bitches too."
"Ion think it's like that. I dropped off Mir at KoKo's crib and Ella was there chatting away with Star,"
Cap scratched his head, wondering if something was wrong with Star. Ella didn't have an emotional bone in her body apart from crying and never felt a type of way towards anyone. Star, on the other hand, was insane; Crazy, with a capital 'C'.
"Come on," he gruffly said, stalking out of his apartment with Satan trailing behind.
As soon as Satan closed the passenger door to his car, Cap sped towards KoKo's house, internally praying that Ella was all good. Although, he didn't mind shooting a bitch or two today. If it came down to it, he wondered if Satan would thank or kill him for murdering his baby mama. And he knew no one would miss Star but the strip club regulars.
He parked in her driveway and rushed inside the house, leaving Satan's car still running and ignored the complaint from Satan. Slamming the front door right open, he charged towards the sound of chatter — the living room.
KoKo jumped up hotly. "You slammed my front door for what?!"
Stopping beside the tv stand, he slightly relaxed when he saw Ella, sitting on the couch in between Star and KoKo. To his shock, she was still alive and in working condition.
"Thought I was gonna have to shoot a hoe today. Guess you get to live another day," Cap muttered, disappointedly.
Satan strolled in not a minute later, causing KoKo to huff and slump back down into her seat. "Can never get a break from that snitch ass fool, I swear."
"Ni**a, we stuck wit each other for anotha seventeen years, three months and twenty days. Talkin' like I don't want a break from KoKo the fufu clown,"
This ni**a kept a calendar and everything.
She mugged him and turned to the left, looking at the girls. Cap's eyes were back on Ella, observing her. She was playing with Zy'Mir on her lap, steadying him by the hands as he jumped on her knees.
He licked his lips. Damn, kinda makes me wanna put a baby on her. She would look hella fine mothering a mini Cap or Capess.
Cap saw Star staring intently at his face from the corner of his eye, causing him to look back at her with a mug. He wanted to call her out but didn't want to make a scene in front of Ella.
She turned to look back to Ella with a distant look on her face, which made him mumble under his breath, "Weirdo,"
"You wanna have kids, Ella?" KoKo asked, admiring how Ella handled her child.
Ella looked at KoKo briefly, before back at Zy'Mir. "One day, but not now. I'm only seventeen,"
"Seventeen?!" Satan yelped. He then patted Cap's back. "Meet you in jail,"
"You gon be in jail for me to meet with you?" Cap questioned him in ridicule.
Satan paused, thinking about what he had just said and realised. He was about to correct himself when KoKo spoke up first, "He gon be in jail for dealing and doing dumb gang shit. Periodt,"
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Can't Compete
RomanceThe King and Queen of New York City were pre-destined. They were never meant to be. --- Ella Ashleigh was Queen. She was somewhat used to the luxury where everything fell in her favour. One who was never jealous, threatened, nor insecure, suddenly d...