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"I didn't even mean for it to come out that way, but it did and I don't plan on taking it back so," Capri shrugged, talking to Milan on FaceTime as she sat in her office.
"I get it," He nodded. "I still think it's best to tell him everything, from when we was kids to now."
"I don't know, I think it's pointless. He prolly gon' fuck around and stay, and I don't got time fa' dat."
"C'mon Deuce, you out of all people know Pops don't play 'bout you," Milan smacked his teeth.
"Eh, still not giving a fuck. Change of topic! Have you heard from Mali? He hasn't texted me back since this morning," She frowned.
"Nah, last time I spoke to him is when he stopped by the shop this morning to do a client and dipped out. You call the shop?"
"No- oh, hollon 'Miri callin' me. I'ma just add him," She declined Amiri's initial call before adding him to the Facetime along with Zymere.
"Wassup?" Capri spoke once they both joined.
"You know yo' nigga in jail?" Amiri chuckled and Capri's face frowned immediately.
"In jail fa' what? How you know this?"
"Ion know, but ma just called and told me," Amiri nodded. "I'm in Cali with Zy and my mama in Florida. She told me he called you, you ain't answer."
"He called?" She frowned, making an 'oops' face as she pulled down to see her notification center with two missed calls from an hour ago. Due to her phone being on her personalized 'DnD' she didn't see it, nor did she see any other notifications from anyone who wasn't made exempt from it.
"Ha! He gon' beat yo' ass!" Milan laughed. If there was one thing Dave always told Capri, it was to turn her 'DnD' off since she literally had it running for 24hrs, all day, every day.
Capri groaned, shaking her head. "Lemme listen to this voicemail right quick. I'll be back," She exited the call.
Clicking on the first voicemail that was left around 11:30 this morning.
"Capri, ma, I thought I told you 'bout that dumbass 'Do not Disturb' shit. Fuckin' call ain't even go through for real," His voice came through; his New York accent stronger than usual, allowing Capri to hear how pissed he was.
"I got into it wit' yo' ex nigga and they put me in the Metropolitan joint. I saw the judge and shit and niggas set my shit at $5000 just 'cause that bitch ass nigga gotta couple cuts and bruises... and maybe a fractured face but that's not my fault. I'll pay my shit back to you, you know I'm good for it. But, I'ma call you again and you better pick up the fuckin' phone, 'cause I swear I'ma beat another nigga ass in hea'. Niggas is funky. Niggas is weird. And I'm mad irritated. Answer the fuckin' phone, mama!" The voicemail ended and Capri couldn't help but chuckle a little at his irritation. Clicking the second voicemail, her jaw dropped immediately.
