Page 45 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Damn your nasty ass love fucking pickles.” Opening the sandwich, he took the pickles out and put it back together while licking his fat fingers.

“I want the run down, that bitch trying to take my son down. I want everything attached to her and I also want you to put somebody onto that chief. Bitches like her, use what’s between their thighs to get up high,” I sneered. “I want so much shit, that when shit hit the fan, I’m able to turn the heat up on everybody.”

“Where is Ream now?”

“In Italy, I’m able to move how I need to before he returns.”

Cease nodded his head and smiled; his smile made me smile even harder. He was always down to help me, even if it went against what I was supposed to be doing.

“After this shit, you fall back. We got big moves coming up, I don’t need that nigga Cream and Khaos thinking we slacking on our pimping when it comes to handling our shit.” He looked up at me as I rolled my eyes hard. All four of us were currently looking into opening a big executive company focusing on digital things, similar to Meta world. My husband and I was finally coming together again and running something big and successful adding our family friends to the project.

Cream’s love was for young men and women trying to make something of themselves. When we were younger and stepping down from the dynasty my husband opened lots of Elementary and Junior high schools and funded them with top-of-the-line everything. He had resource centers and counseling buildings helping lost young kids like he was. I truly admired him and everything it was he had accomplished. I struggled with staying on a narrow path because I was so used to busting my gun and living the wrong way. I was immune to being in power, it took a lot for me to just live the regular legal life I was living today.

The generations had changed, and I hated how young folks looked at shit. Their mind frames weren’t how the people were in my day and it was sad. Everything was about capturing the moment via social media and impressing and caring about what other people thought and said. I didn’t like it one bit, I stuck to my own ways of doing things. I wasn’t one of those older women on social media still trying to flaunt my shit and get attention for doing so. I was beautiful and had a handsome husband, wealthy as fuck, and didn’t need social media for any validation.

“I tell you what,” he paused and drank his soda, burping loud making me cringe and step away from his nasty ass. I couldn’t stand to smell a person’s farts or burps it disgusted me. “When I come back over here later to hang, you bet not give me no shit on eating dinner with you and hubby tonight. I want fried chicken, Mac and cheese, greens and candied yams, nigga.” He stood and wiped his face and looked at me waiting for my response.

“Whatever nigga just get started now. Christian should be back in town in a few days.” We shook hands and parted ways. I should’ve let things play out, but I couldn’t just sit back and watch my son go down. Maybe if I let him get a little taste of how things could be without my help, he would sit his ass down somewhere and listen to me.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

SOLO

I sat in one of the trap houses watching niggas bag up the new product that was about to hit the streets tonight. Talking on the phone to a bitch was never my thing but lately, I found myself enjoying Asia’s conversation. She was smart as fuck and had a little humor. Most of the time, she sounded kind of stuck up, but I was digging the fuck out of her and couldn’t wait to dig her ass out.

“Solo, I need some time off, my girl wants me to get a real job and start bringing in more dough.” This nigga named Tboi complained.

“Let me call you back sexy.” I hung up the phone, not giving her the chance to respond and stood up and slapped the shit out of him. Coming up to me on some hoe shit.

“I oughta shoot yo brains onto yo bitch and let her think for you nigga.” He held his face and looked like he wanted to cry.

“You tryna get put on a shirt?” I asked as he took a couple of steps back and looked astonished.

“Nah man, I’m just trying to do right by my family.” He reasoned as I nodded my head.

“Fasho lil nigga, don’t ever come up to me running ya mouth while I’m on the phone. You’re done.” I calmly said and looked at the other niggas bagging shit up.

“But I thought…”

“You thought wrong muthafucca! I pay you really well! You just need more money to buy pussy on fig. Ya bitch don’t know that that’s the reason you always run short at the end of the month. She was begging to suck my dick for a stack last month. Tend to your family lover boy, do the right thing.” I tapped him on his shoulder, giving him a death stare that told his ass to get the fuck out. The only reason why I didn’t let his bitch top me off was because her breath smelled horrible. She was ugly as fuck, but I didn’t give a damn about looks when it came to getting head. The ugliest hoes gave the best kind of top. Hygiene was a big thing to me. If a bitch breath smelled pungent, the bottom of her feet was dirty, she couldn’t possibly suck my dick.

“Anybody else got a problem with the way they get paid? If you don’t want to be down with the dynasty let that shit be known and walk. Ain’t no room for pussy ass shit! If it’s beef, I like to eat! So, bring that shit to me!” I warned making sure to look every nigga directly in the eyes. My phone started to ring as I pulled my attention away and answered.

“Shit going smooth, real smooth on my end.” Ream talked in code, he was basically saying that shit was looking ugly out there in Italy and the next step was to take that nigga Armando out. He had his sit-down meeting with him today by himself. Reaper went along with him, but the plan was for her to be at the same place at the same time. Meaning, she was at Armando’s club while him and Ream were meeting up for their sit down. If the meeting didn’t go well, Ream would accept whatever he said then Reaper would make her move. Reaper could be any niggas weakness. She looked alluring and sophisticated; it wasn’t every day you came across a dark skin chick with gray eyes. She had an innocent look to her but was just as deadly as the rest of us.

“Yea, how is your girl liking everything out there?” I talked back in code.

“She loves this shit. She doesn’t want to leave.” Nodding my head with a smile on my face, I knew by what Ream said Reaper already had him where we wanted that bitch ass nigga Armando. Niggas always fell for pussy, especially niggas of another ethnicity. They loved thinking they got a beautiful black woman to carry out their darkest fantasies.

“Next couple of hours, we will be on the jet, headed back. I will see you in a few days, I want you to meet with the new cleaning lady tomorrow morning for me. Show her how I like shit done, I like my whites mixed with bleach.”

“I got you, my nigga.” We hung up and I took a seat. Armando would no longer pose a threat to any of us, which was a good thing. Word was already on the street that Debo had retired from his position and there were plenty of niggas trying to step in his shoes. A loud bang snatched my attention from my homies bagging up product as police swarmed in like flies. Their guns were already pointed, and the majority of my men were hemmed up and placed in cuffs. I sparked up a blunt as the last uniformed cop walked in, she had big-ass Gucci frames covering half of her face but when she took them bitches off, I smiled and spat a loogie out that flew and landed on her freckled face. She wiped it off smoothly and told her officers that she was fine.

“Lance Washington, stand up and put your hands behind your back.” Nodding my head, I took another toke from my blunt and dropped it on the carpet.

“We gone have a lot of fun with you, when all this shit blows over bitch.”

“Is that a threat Mr. Washington?” She placed her small hand on my right shoulder and kneed me in the balls causing my stomach to drop. I refused to give this bitch the satisfaction, I took the pain and gave her my back before I found myself trying to fight more charges that was already pending.