I looked over at Tone who now made sure to blow his weed smoke behind him instead of letting it mess up my view ofher.
My obsession had grown…
She was beautiful…
Tempting…
Damaged…
What made her that way? Will I take you too and force you to change? Give me a reason, beautiful.Truth was, I had no valid reason to take her and that angered me. I wanted to act off impulse the first time I heard her play. I had to demonstrate self-control to prove to myself that I was in control over my impulsive disorder.
Something pulled me toward her; I ignored it because I currently had my hands in a lot of different things. Expanded distribution of Owlette was underway and it was a force to be reckoned with. Along with expanded distribution came new enemies. Most men knew who I was and plotted several times to take my board and empire away from me. I had to remain focused, anybody that attempted to make a move on me met their fate.
My eyes left her for a couple seconds to take in the club. A lot of people felt good tonight because of Owlette. Although most dealt with poverty, it never ceased to amaze me how muthafuckas made sure to have enough money for drugs. That alone disgusted me.
The lights pulsed purple and red, as a couple of women moved up and down the poles seductively. Their asses shook hard for men with already empty wallets. Some of the smart ones stared hard my way, probably plotting a failed plan to get whatever earnings they could up out of me. None of that shit mattered. Becauseshewas still to the left of the stage.
Her violin was tucked under her chin; her kinky long wavy tresses fell around her smooth brown face. With her eyes closed, her bow glided across the strings like she was pulling her soul out for the room to see.
Save her from whatever agony she’s in…
She played in harmony while she tuned the outside world out. She was pure, to the average Joe she was just a piece of pussy. I tried to write her off the first time I saw her as not being my type. But that was a lie…and I didn’t lie to myself.
Out of all the women in this ran down, hand me down strip club trying their hardest to catch my gaze, she succeeded. Her big pure eyes reminded me of my owls.
My little owl…
She didn’t belong here; I still didn’t understand why the fuck she was here with an old ass violin playing along with ratchet music while bitches got naked and showed everything they had to offer.
Her softness and innocence clung to her like a final prayer. This place was considered a graveyard for women like her. She was thicker than most of the dancers here. I imagined her thighs being soft under her ripped jeans. Her lips were parted with a tiny gold nose ring that glinted under the club lights. Every timethe song changed, she readjusted her bow and tune, it amazed me how her violin enhanced every song.
I never saw a woman play a violin at a filthy sinful strip club… What are the odds?She opened her eyes momentarily, I sat up… because I saw something that couldn’t be mistaken. Drugs. It was in her system mixed with life sorrows. I missed it, that glossy look wasn’t there the past weeks as I observed her. Tonight, something bothered her deeply. She turned to a substance to help her zone out. I had the gift of reading into people without having to be told about them. Most of the time, I was right. I felt the king chess piece in my head move across the board.
She played like she didn’t hear drunk men yelling, like she didn’t see the thirsty bottom of the barrel wolves licking their lips at her and throwing dollars at her feet. Some of them begged with their eyes for her to put the violin down and take off her clothes so they could see her thick body. I saw it all, down to the way her fingers trembled whenever the music got soft.
Maybe she was hurting, or maybe she was happy? None of it should have crossed my fuckin’ mind. So many nights I paid attention to things with her that I shouldn’t have. Like the way her fingers trembled when the music got soft, how her chest rose when she pulled the bow hard, her lips always quivered a little when her eyes opened. She’d catch all of the chaos around her before shutting her eyes again.
Timid bitches can be the best bitches to keep around you, Kenric. They will fall in line, submit and be the diamond in the rough that you need when shit out in the streets go bad.Pops words hit me, and I couldn’t help but to agree.That’s why some of them need to be saved Pops, so they won’t be so timid and can see what their meant to be…
Right now, she felt eyes on her, but she didn’t know whose. She didn’t know who I was, yet… Tonight, she had to feel that Iwas here. Maybe this was a game to her, but her fear would be something that I thrived off of. She was too perfect to be in here.Why the drugs lady? Now I’m going to have to do something that I stopped doing a year ago. Capture, and cleanse…
I leaned back on the black leather VIP couch, my Glock heavy on my thigh under the table. I readjusted my gold chains against my chest and kept watching. Tone was next to me, rolling a back wood, with a bag of cash that he collected right in front of me. Tone loved to conduct business while I was present. I guess he liked to prove that the six figures he made weekly was deserved since he never had any slip ups.
“She got a fat ass, but she too big for my liking though.” Tone chuckled.
I don’t give a damn about her size, you shouldn’t either…I thought as I took in her smooth nutmeg complexion.
She’s perfect…
“Who?” I played dumb on purpose not looking over at Tone. I knew exactly who he was talking about.
I asked myself did I want to check Tone for checking out the same woman that he saw me watch for weeks now. What the fuck did I truly want to do? Anything I wanted, I got. Any woman I snatched off the streets and saved ended up back at square one sometimes. I moved them off my board as soon as I got bored or saw that they made good progress. I also blessed those same women and had them removed by force since none of them ever wanted to leave. Tone liked to call it Stockholm syndrome.
“The violin girl, I notice her every time we come here. Bro, I never saw you with a big girl.” He said as he licked the blunt sealing it shut.
There was so much more that his nosey ass wanted to say. I heard what he didn’t say loud and clear. I didn’t have to come here to collect shit, it’s what the fuck I had him and plenty others in position for. It was none of his business, and I wouldn’t dareexplain a thing. When the time came, he and Dre would handle my light work.
“She clean.” I said voice low and casual. I had to keep calm in the situation, but I had already started to mentally peel back the layers of having this woman dwelling in my home.
