Page 2 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Good, cause if you don’t bring your dog ass to this house in three days, I’m gone haunt you the fuck down and drag you here and lock you up until you tell the truth!” There he was my crazy ass father. “Beast, that’s not how you solve shit.” Kayori fussed.

“Like you told the truth about my momma?” I asked being sarcastic. I really ain’t give a fuck about Laquanna, after I heard everything about her. I just felt like sometimes my father snatched the chance for me to decide and judge who she was. His reasoning for killing her was crystal clear. She was a snake ass bitch that had to go. My problem with him was how he lied all the way up until I turned twenty-three. He constantly made-up different stories to protect my feelings and how I viewed him. Outside of that, he was brutally honest. “I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit! You ain’t too old to get beat the fuck up Mattea! Bring yo ass home!” He yelled louder. I heard him and Kayori arguing before the phone went silent. I hated to piss my father off but couldn’t help it most of the time. Our love hate relationship was starting to take a toll on me. Tucking my feelings, I shoved my phone inside my pants pocket and stood to my feet with my eyes on Chad. “We all sometimes live double lives Chad. If my father knew I killed people for a living… he would try to kill me himself and do it for free!” I chuckled a bit, reaching into my pocket to grab my pack of cigarettes. I lit one up and took a hard hit, I felt my nerves starting to calm.

Kill this mother fucker now!

The voice inside of me raged loudly as the center of my forehead started to throb. “You’re wondering why I’m here…it’s because of your sick ass double life Chad…you molest and create videos of children; you might argue that they’re teens. In my eyes they’re kids. One of your colleagues want you dead. Paid a hefty price to make sure the job got done because he hired me.” I pointed to myself for emphasis to taunt him as I ashed my cigarette on the nice carpet flooring. “Everyone calls me Reaper, Reap for short because I’m really like the Grim reaper. I haunt sick people like you down and I end your worthless lives. No matter how bad you beg and lie, I have all the facts before I accept the mission. I could’ve killed you a while ago. I guess the sick part of me wanted to see how you lived. See how you fooled people into believing that you’re a good ol’ holy man. When in reality you’re a sick nasty ass shrimp dick, insecurities at an all-time high type of man. I must say, I’m going to enjoy killing you, Chad.” I walked to my bag and pulled out an envelope with lots of pictures of all the proof I needed to take the job. I didn’t look at all of them because it was some sick shit he had done with underage teens. Practically kids, I walked up to him and tossed the pictures in front of him and spread them so he could see. The ac was on full blast but one look at the pictures before him, he started to sweat like it was a hundred degrees in the room. His eyes welled up with tears. While he cried, I laughed. Taking a hit of my cigarette, I squatted by the bed. “It’s funny because you’re only crying for one reason. Everyone will see just who you really are. No one will come to your funeral and mourn you. You probably won’t have no one there but your mother and other sick colleagues that do the same as you, sitting there, front fuckin’ row. Believe it when I say their time is coming soon too.” I took my cigarette and put it out on his forehead. “You fucked up Chad…. Usually, I let people say their last words. In this case, you won’t be allowed to say shit.”

I stood to my feet and pulled my gun from my pants pocket. His eyes grew wide again as he choked on his own spit and tears. He mumbled through the tape and tried to squirm and move. I bet his heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. I allowed him to feel like he was getting away. Once he fell onto the floor, I made my way to the other side of the bed and lifted my gun.

“Chase death muthafucka.” I emptied my clip into the side of his dome. I went to the bed and picked the pictures up and threw them on top of his dead body. I went back to my small duffle bag and pulled out the DVD tapes and USB drive that had all his sick porn on it and laid it on the bed with a card that said, “You welcome” After gathering all my things, I sent a text and left as fast as I came. My job was done. I had many more jobs listed this week but would be done fast and easy. All of them were his sick ass colleagues. People like them didn’t get long jail time because of their skin color. Street justice is what people like me gave them.

Chapter Two

SOLACE

“I want y’all to make sure everything is on point in two days. We all eating well, but can be making plenty more dough. Mattea should be back tonight, and I will be picking her up from the airport.”

I tried to sound calm about her returning, but the truth was I was overly excited to see her sexy ass. She had been gone for a couple of months on one of her biggest paid hits that I assigned her to. She was practically new to the team, and I trained her very well.

“You sure you ain’t doing a little more than just picking her up? Ream doesn’t like us mixing business with pleasure. You know he says it fucks up the vision.” Kat took a long hit of her blunt and gave me a pensive stare.

“Bitch shut yo’ dick sucking lips up. Ream doesn’t give a fuck who I’m laying the pipe to. You just mad he hasn’t graduated you yet, from being on your knees.” Kat turned beet red in the face, but it got the job done she shut her fat mouth. Kat was a sexy, short, thick chick with an okay body. She wasn’t sloppy fat, but she had a gut on her. Her face was very angelic looking, so I could imagine why my nigga Ream loved having her down on her knees.

“Why you always gotta be so rude?” Hakeem voiced his unwanted opinion as I gave him a shut the fuck up look and continued to eye Kat’s hoe ass down. I had a lot of secret beef with her dog ass but put it to the side. The bitch was hella smart when it came to math, so she complimented the team. She was my bitch back in the day when we were teens. When Ream took over his uncle’s business that was handed to them from Ream’s fine ass momma Rellianah, they ran the blue diamond dynasty with an iron fist but retired a decade later wanting to settle down.

The higher Ream rose in power, the quieter he became. I stayed down and was now his right-hand man. I basically was the head nigga in charge when he wasn’t around. His mom didn’t too much care for me. She really didn’t care for anyone for that matter. Ream and I became close in private school and stayed boys even after graduating.

Ream was a different type of nigga. He was street smart, book smart, and always had the world’s best advice. While niggas were out shooting dice as teens, turning quick tricks, Rellianah had Ream in boxing, and chess tournaments and kept his nose in the books. We were like day and night, but I rode hard for the nigga no matter the cause.

“As I was saying, Ream gone be here in a couple days. So, Kat make sure you have all his reports laid out and ready. Last month, you fucked the numbers up by a thousand.” I gave her a serious glare as she looked at me with hatred.

“When will he be ready to meet Reaper?” Hakeem asked as I gave him a look. I really didn’t have no reason not to like the nigga but at the same time, I felt like he had a crush on my girl or some shit. They hung out a lot, and Hakeem is who brought Mattea on the team. Hakeem was Reams cousin, through his uncle Khaos. Khaos and Cease weren’t Ream’s real relatives, but they were like bestfriends with his mom and had been in his life since he was born. I gave Hakeem a pass plenty of times because I didn’t want to cause any beef. It was just something about his always quiet ass that I didn’t like.

He was always observing shit, then speaking on things days later. He went to school with Mattea so the two of them had some sort of bond that they claimed was brother and sister shit. I didn’t put shit past anyone, so I wasn’t buying that with how protective he seemed to be of her.

“You know I don’t meet new people, that’s Solace job.” Ream said from a distance never raising his voice. He always kept his voice monotone, never yelling or showing emotion through the way he talked. Everyone stood around the table including me to greet him. He coolly walked in with his appointed henchman Solo. Solo never really talked to any of us unless he was addressing Ream. He was a no-nonsense type of nigga that didn’t look for much of a reason to kill you. Solo was a big and tall bulky-looking nigga with scary dark eyes that intimidated plenty of people. Wherever you seem Ream, you saw Solo, followed by guards.

Ream dapped everyone up, including Kat’s hoe ass that stared at him with dreamy eyes. I slapped hands with him and brought him close. Instead of releasing me he pulled me closer and talked lower.

“Once everyone leave, I need to holler at you.” Releasing me, he took a seat at the head of the table and gave a nonchalant smile.

“I made it in town a little early. I expect reports and a run down by tomorrow morning, so everyone needs to be here early.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and grabbed up their things. Kat strutted up to him with confidence leaking threw her pores. They talked lowly and as she turned to walk away, he palmed her ass. I wondered if he was fucking her now. Shaking that thought off I looked down at my phone and noticed it was Mattea texting me saying she was already at the airport. I wanted to jump out of my seat and run to her but couldn’t. I hope she wouldn’t be upset; she should have been understanding since she told me she wasn’t going to be here until nighttime. Mattea was complicated as hell I didn’t understand how a twenty-four-year-old was still a damn virgin.

She didn’t open up much to me, her attitude was bad as hell. Half the time when I looked in her eyes, she seemed like she had something she was mentally battling. I was determined to break her ass down and make her mine.

“I’m about to go pick Reaper up from the airport. I really think you should meet her Ream.” Hakeem said with a smile on his face. I didn’t even get a chance to respond to her yet and here she was asking this nigga to pick her up. I couldn’t speak on it in front of Ream because when it came to Hakeem’s young ass he would snap.

“As I said, I don’t meet new people. She was your decision to bring on into our intimate circle. I just hope your judgment is right with her. When the time comes, I will meet her. I might have a huge job for her out in the Dominican Republic that I need her to handle.” Ream smiled, as Hakeem nodded his head reluctantly. Seeing his disappointment, Ream followed up by what he said.

“You seem to be close with her. Bring her by my club tonight, I don’t need an introduction. I will observe her through my office.” Ream sparked up a blunt as Hakeem dapped him up and walked off happy. I cursed in my head and made a mental note to pull up on Mattea in the am. Once the room was clear, I rolled me up a blunt and put my phone on do not disturb. We made small talk while Solo stepped away to take a phone call. That’s when I decided to bring up an issue that I had been hearing about concerning Solo.

“You know, I been hearing about a nigga on the southside name Debo. He been causing problems for Solo selling work from that he’s coping from the Italians.” I gritted. I knew my thing was the paid hits. I wanted to do more in the dynasty, so I tried to keep a close eye on Solo. I hoped he fucked up one day.

“Why wait until he walks away, that’s something he needs to know. You already know the drugs is his operation, I just supply whatever it is he needs. Solo always knows his enemies. You need to focus more Solace.” He gave me a serious look, that pissed me off.

“I am focused, my ears always to the streets. You my boy, so you know if I hear some shit, I’m gone make it known.” I reminded him.