Page 12 of A Beast Captured My Heart

He sounded like a bitch. He wanted to fuck her and leave her more fucked up than she already was.

“Nah I changed my mind on that one. She’s mine. You only like her with makeup anyway, yeah?”

Rolling his eyes and tucking his tail, he stood to leave like the bitch nigga he was.

“Always good doing business with you, Don,” I talked to his back. It was really no hard feelings. I didn’t even really know why I had jealousy running through my bones. I wanted a taste of Kayori too. She looked good to me with or without makeup. The only difference with me was, I wanted to be her friend as well. I wanted to get to know her better and see if I could help her in any way that would make her a better person. I laughed at myself, cause I never saw myself going this far with anyone. Kayori was a piece of work.I knew she would give me a hard-ass time but I was ready for whatever. A tap at my door snapped me out of my thoughts as I yelled for the person to come in. Don walked in again and closed the door behind him. I raised my brows and looked at him with curiosity. I liked Don, he was a cool nigga. I didn’t want to have to kill him either but he was working on my last damn nerve.

“Get to the point nigga, since you doubled back. Get whatever the fuck you need to off your chest.”

Nodding his head, he came back to my desk and took a seat before locking his hands in front of him.

“I got love for you my nigga, but it's hard to work under these circumstances with the threats and the gun pointing. You try to force niggas into being your bitch! That shit is not cool B.”

Chuckling, I knew that was some shit Teflon must have been spitting. He and Don were boys, so in my eyes, they both pillow talked with one another. I remained quiet. I had no response for what the nigga was saying. They already knew the answers. If you didn’t like how the fuck I worked my shit then you could move around. I didn’t force nothing or no one to work for me. Getting the picture, he stood as I lit my blunt and stared at him with a blank face, he continued his bitching.

“I lowkey was feeling shorty, no matter what you say. I feel like that’s fucked up. I just hope she doesn’t get too caught up in your shit like my cousin Nia did. She done been through…”

Picking my gun up, I stood to my feet as his eyes grew big. It was almost comical how his eyes hit the door like he wanted to run. Straight bitch made nigga. I said nothing cause that fucking voice was saying the craziest shit to me. He upset Beast and I was barely able to control him inside of me. I walked up to him anxiously, with the gun secured tightly in my hands as I raised it and slammed it into his face. The voice got quiet in my head as I inhaled then exhaled. Standing over him as he winced in pain holding his busted lip and nose, I gave him a nice knowing smile.

“I let you get shit off your chest cause I try to give silly motherfuckers like you the benefit of the doubt! Don’t you ever bring my Nia up to me like you checking or blaming me for some shit I can’t control. You didn’t give a fuck about Nia nigga. You and your crack head ass momma disowned her out of jealousy and hatred. I was all she had. I made amends and killed any nigga that had something to do with her death. You ain't on my payroll cause of Nia, Don. You on it because you good with numbers. Count your fucking days nigga! Get the fuck out of my office before I end you now.”

I walked away from him calmly, but on the inside, I wanted to kill him so bad it made me feel pain in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t look at him as he stumbled out of my office with blood leaking behind him. I hit my blunt as hard as I could as I tried to ease that voice out of my system so I could think more logically. I couldn’t. Don crossed the line and he made me think too much about him. When I started thinking too much about a person, I killed them. I start wondering if the nigga was plotting to kill me or fuck my operations up. I also was wondering if he was only working for me to get close to me to get revenge for Nia. Sure, I faulted myself like I faulted my baby momma but we were not the ones that placed that bomb on her ass.

“I'm going to kill him Beast.”

I spoke out loud to the voice as I felt good all over like I spoke the magic words. “Good boy!”

I stood to leave the office for the day because I needed to get to my medicine and put my plan in motion for Kayori tonight.

Later That Night…

When Kayori came to the door, I wanted to take her pretty thick ass all the way down. She gave me a confused look. We stared each other down with nothing but silence before she broke the ice.

“Mr. Praise why are you at my home?”

She asked smartly as she leaned her weight on one leg placing her delicate manicured nails on her hip. Her smell lingered in the air, making me want to embrace her and bury my nose into her neck like I did my daughter when she smelled so good. Kayori smelled like something from heaven, I loved when a female smelled good and not like weed or cigarettes.

“I’m your date for the night. The shit with Don is dead.”

“Excuse me?”

She gave me a death stare and her nostrils flared like she was starting to get pissed with my bluntness.

“I never repeat myself.”

I stood back a little to really get a good look at her. Her hair was bone straight with a part down the middle. Her mini red dress stopped mid-thigh causing my jaws to clench once I saw she oiled her legs down. She was really about to go out with this lame ass nigga Don dressed like this, showing all her curves and looking sexy as fuck. I couldn’t even hide how upset I was at the thought of her being with that nigga Don tonight.

“Damn so you were gon’ leave out the house looking like this?”

I licked my lips as she chuckled. Her eyes held amusement. That top lip curled up like she was getting ready to read me my rights. Once I saw that leg tapping against her marble floor, I knew she was about to get smart as fuck.

“Look Praise. I’ve been trying to keep shit cool with you cause you’re my boss. Now I’m going to keep it real with your ass and if you decide to fire me, then so be it.”

Crossing her arms over her voluptuous breast, she pointed her finger directly two inches from my face as her neck began to move as she talked to get her point across.

“I don’t like your cocky ass! A nigga like you thinks any chick on the streets is supposed to fall at their knees and lick your crusty ass toes or some shit! Well, that ain’t me. You fine as fuck and I bet you got a big ass dick that you know how to use, but I’d rather use a dildo and fuck myself before I let you in between my thighs, sweetheart. I want to keep things as professional as can be but you’re making it hard and it’s very unprofessional to be popping up at my house after work hours! Stop being a thirsty ass nigga flirting with me, trying to get in my head because you see a story in my eyes or you want to just simply fuck me! I’m not that bitch for you but your baby momma and all the other hoes are!”

She stepped back and slammed the door in my face and I couldn’t do shit but laugh at how played I felt. Never in my thirty-two years of living did a woman ever talk to me or handle me like that. “I want her! Get her now!” Ignoring the voice I pulled out my phone and called Stone. I knew he was here because I had seen his car.