Page 5 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Slow down on my dick Kat, savor that shit.” I did as I was told and started to slowly rotate. My legs were starting to burn but I wasn’t giving up. I wanted to make the dick mine and I was determined to do so. After having to more orgasms, Ream finally made me get up off his dick. Snatching the condom off like fire was attached to it, I lowered to my knees and swallowed every drop.

“You beautiful as fuck Kat, don’t ever forget that shit.” He stood to his feet leaving me on my knees. I slowly stood up and followed him to the bathroom and ran the sink water and went to grab a towel. He stood with his hands behind his back, dick limp and very long down his leg. I grabbed a bar of soap and cleaned him thoroughly.

“Remember what I said, be at that club no later than eleven.”

“I got you, Boss.” I smiled. We were back to business, a role I hated to play. I followed him into the front room of the hotel like a lost puppy, sad that he had to go. He dressed himself with precision and pulled a lint roller out of his pants pocket. Handing it to me, I made sure not a piece of lint was found on his pants or shirt. Next, I put his cuff links on. Kissing me on the forehead, he left with nothing else to say.

I needed something to fix my mood. I snatched my purse and went back into the room and sat Indian style on the bed. I felt alone and sad, it didn’t make things better that I still smelled Reams’s scent. Rummaging through my purse, I found my baggie of cocaine. I grabbed my car keys and used the tip of the key to get a good bump and took a hard sniff of the substance. I repeated the same thing twice in each nose and rubbed the residue on my gums. Once I felt the strong taste in the back of my throat, I started to feel good all over. My confidence was starting to come back. I decided to call my cousin and see what my kids were doing.

“Girl what the fuck you want? If it ain’t to come back home to these bad ass kids, I don’t want to hear it.” She laughed, but I knew her thirsty ass was serious. Nadine was my favorite cousin, and we grew up in the same household. Her parents were both strung out on drugs. Her mom was my auntie, so my mom took Nadine from her sister when she saw that she couldn’t properly care for her. We were glued to each other, until I got involved with the dynasty. She still had my back, but she pissed me off because she was brutally honest.

I had a girl and a boy. My daughter was twelve and my son was eight years old. I could’ve left them home alone, but I didn’t like them roaming my house with no adult supervision. Nadine practically lived with me, and she didn’t pay any bills. So, I felt like she was paying her keep by watching the kids whenever I needed her. I needed to vent, so I told her everything Ream had told me while fucking me good.

“You know my man always got me up to something,” I concluded and waited for Nadine’s response.

“Girl, your man? That ain’t yo’ man Katrina. If he really loved you, he would’ve met your kids by now and he damn sure wouldn’t be using you as bait for the next nigga! Telling you to fuck him if you got to? Bitch please! That’s yo’ fuck buddy.” She laughed pissing me off. I had the urge to take another bump of my cocaine.

“Bitch you’re just jealous! You done got that body done up and a nigga still ain’t wife your thot ass. You still living with me! Ream pay all my bills.” I boasted.

“Yea, he might pay all your bills. I might still ain’t got a nigga to wife me, but at least I ain’t living in a fantasy world saving myself for a nigga that I know is going home to the next bitch!” Before I could respond she hung up in my face and I knew I had pissed her off. Rolling my eyes, I slowly got up and went to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the night.

People were so quick to judge your situation, without knowing the real. I knew Ream better than anyone else. I also felt deep in my heart that he was mine and sooner or later he would realize that I was meant for him too.

Chapter Five

REAM

My club was booming on a Thursday night. I felt good and looked good, as I sat on the second floor, in my office overlooking my nightclub. I could see everybody through the floor-to-ceiling glass, but they couldn’t see me. No one, but my immediate crew knew that I owned the place. I kept it that way for a reason. A lot of people only heard of me, half the time they couldn’t place a face to the name. I remained lowkey at all times I never was giving a nigga the chance to get a one up on me. The feds didn’t even have a reason to watch me.

I was groomed and taught well by my mother and uncles. My father didn’t have a hand in anything because he was against me living the lifestyle that him and my mother had finally gotten out of. My mother was a powerful woman though. She loved, and breathed this shit, and I knew if it was left up to her, she would still be highly involved but loved my father too much to lose him, so she retired and let things be. Just because my mother was retired, didn’t mean she would need a reason to get her hands dirty. Lethal as hell, Rellianah Powers was not to be fucked with.

We kept the name Powers because of my grandfather Maphael Powers. My father Cream had no respect for whoever his father was, so he legally took on the Powers last name. My pops and mom’s story is legendary and you can read about their story in a book called, If Not Me Then Who. Back to me though, cause this shit gone start to move hella fast. I took on the Blue Diamond Dynasty and revamped it to my liking. If you needed drugs, I was the number one supplier in several states. Guns, I had enough artillery to start a fucking army. If you thought small you scored small. All my thoughts were big, and I made sure every vision I had come to life.

I also made a lot of money from having some of the most lethal assassins on my team. It was some sick people in the world, and I had rich people paying top dollar to end their life. I had one of the biggest and coldest operations there was to mankind. I was handsome and rich as hell at the age of twenty-eight. I was single, women constantly wondered if I had a woman at home. I did have a girl I cared dearly for and sometimes fucked but ended things when she became too emotional. She was a very close friend, and I let her live with me. Crystal was my assistant and stayed on top of everything for me. She played the background, whenever she did pop up and show face it was strictly about business. People constantly confused her for being my bottom bitch. We just had a tighter bond; I didn’t see her as someone to carry my last name and have my kids. Crystal aborted every baby she carried by me. I never told her to she would just assume. I viewed her as weak and closed-minded after that. While I respected her for her grind, I couldn’t respect her decisions but never spoke up on that. In my eyes, if you were grown enough to let someone raw dog you and get you pregnant, then you were grown enough to keep the baby. It wasn’t like my kid would have gone without. Crystal just wanted a title that I refused to give her. So, she thought she had punished me by killing my seed, but it only pushed me far away from her ass.

Money was a powerful tool, it got you damn near whatever you wanted. If you didn’t have self-control, you could easily lose and take a fall in this game. Every dog suffers his own bone. I kept my eyes on the prize and never let a sucker nigga play me. I never let a female close to my heart either. Women tended to try to change who you were once they got you, and they are emotional as hell and wanted you to be with them twenty-four seven. A man like me got my needs met and left shit as is. I didn’t give a damn if she had grade A pussy and the type of head to make me stutter. I wasn’t into making a chick my main. Half these hoes were fucking everything and everybody. Women were more powerful than men perceived them to be. I knew this because I was raised by a powerful woman that had made plenty of men fall to their knees based on her smile alone. My father was deeply in love with my mom, and she constantly fucked up more than him. He forgave her constantly because she had him tied around her pretty fingers. I never wanted that shit.

That love shit was toxic and blurred the vision in my eyes. I didn’t want to taint up what I had going on, so I kept my eyes on the prize at all times. Convincing a woman I loved them for a living was not my thing at all. I puffed on my weed and bopped my head to Drake’s latest hit. I watched women dance as sweat graced their bodies and men preyed on who they wanted to take home. I named my club “Toxic”, and I had one in seven states so far. The club catered to damn near every race depending on the night. It was an upscale club and only the ballers would frequent it. The baddest women in Cali blessed my club. While men paid one fifty to get in, women only paid fifty. The face of the club was Solace, I remained the owner, but that detail was hidden. I looked at my watch it was now eleven o’ clock. Kat should be walking in at any moment.

“That nigga Debo already loaded. Kat needs to get up on that.” Solo stood next to me with a bottle of Remy secured in his hands.

“She should be here any moment, probably recovering from the good dick, I laid on her two hours ago.” I smiled as Solo shook his head.

“I hope I ain’t got to kill that bitch. When she looks at you, she acts as if she’s in love. That can cause trouble nigga.” Solo gave me a serious look and I nodded my head.

“She good for now, Kat knows too much. I hope for her sake she keeps her feelings in check. She ain’t pressed me, and she don’t seem to be affected by our relationship. Kat gets the job done and she is damn good at numbers, let her be nigga.”

“I will let her be until there’s no room to let her breathe.” He stated and walked away. That was how Solo was. He trusted no one, and he loved to foresee shit which was a blessing in disguise most of the time. I wasn’t pressed over Kat though; she liked our relationship how it was. She made mention how she still messed with her baby daddy from time to time and how one day they would settle down. I didn’t give a damn because I could cut off whatever we had at any given moment. I liked Kat because whenever I called, she came running. She did her job and played her role like a champ. So, whatever it was that Solo saw as a flaw, I hope it didn’t have shit to do with me or my business. I wouldn’t think twice if I had to decide to kill her ass.

I stood in place and still observed my club and watched Debo act like a weak thirsty nigga over any hoe that came into his private section. Niggas like him thought too much of themselves when he didn’t even make it to the big leagues yet. He should have made things easy on himself, instead, he was playing around with his life. Taking my eyes off him, I looked to the entrance of the club and noticed Hakeem walk in with a beautiful woman that damn near matched him in height. She had a rough edge to her but the beauty in her face couldn’t be missed. I would love to see her naked in the flesh, baby was stacked, and I liked what I saw. I eyed her down starting from the fresh pair of all-white Air Force Ones. She had some ripped black jeans that gripped her hips and when she walked past security, I could see she was working with ass for days. I was a little disappointed in the graphic T-shirt she had on covering up her cleavage. The shirt had Biggie Smalls with a crown on his head. His eyes were crossed out with the words “Trust no one”. She was a tomboy pretty girl, with her hair pressed bone straight. From afar she looked damn good and out of place.

I turned to look at Solace and raised my brows at him. “I thought you said you tasted ol’ girl pussy?” I smiled and took a seat across from him. Picking up a bottle of Remy, I poured me a shot and took it back as he looked at me in confusion.

“Why would I lie about that?” he asked and continued to look at me suspiciously.

“She looks like a dike that’s why. She doesn’t even look like the type of chick to even let you between her legs that’s why. Go downstairs and find her and Hakeem, bring them up here so I can observe her.”

“Reaper just likes to dress like that, she still a dainty chick to me. Why you like her or something?”