Page 50 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

I had my days where I wouldn’t even make it to my doctor’s appointments or counseling sessions because I just didn’t feel like being bothered. Washing our shoes and ensuring no sand was on our clothes, we got back inside Hakeem’s truck and headed back to my house. I felt way better than how my day had started out. I got even more excited when Hakeem made a call to one of his friends and scheduled a studio session for me. Now, all I had to do was make a new Instagram account since I deleted my old one and try to buy some nice R&B beats from a cool local producer. My phone started to ring, and I declined the call and told Joshua, I would call him back later.

Joshua was a cool nigga, I met him the night of Kachella’s birthday party. We started talking on the phone a month ago. I had called him out of being bored but was actually happy I did call him. He was a lawyer but was very down to earth and we related on a lot of shit. My first intention was to get some head from him and never talk to his ass again. After getting to know him, I found myself ending my nights with talking to him on the phone all night until I fell asleep. He would flirt with me here and there, but it never got overwhelming or too thirsty. He was just cool with being my friend. He also kept my mind off Ream. Hakeem and I made it back to my house and hung out a little longer. He stopped at the store and got some Hennessy for me, and we twisted up more weed and smoked and chilled in my room like old times. I was happy Kachella was spending the night at her best friend’s house tonight. I didn’t want things to be weird for her by Hakeem being over here. Once she told me she was gone for the night, I invited him in.

We went in the family room and played Dominos and card games with my dad and Kayori until I got tired, and he went home for the night. Before he left his ass complained about how he missed out on some good pussy just to hang out with my crazy ass. I thanked him for spending time with me all day because I truly needed it. I was tipsy and high as hell, closing the door and locking it behind him after watching him pull off.

“You caught feelings for somebody didn’t you?” My father sat on the couch with Kayori snuggled close underneath him.

“Just a little,” I admitted.

“I see, we will talk about it in the morning. You know I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t tell you how wrong you were for aborting my grandchild.” He stared at me sternly, I simply nodded my head and made my way to my room. Now I was about to call Joshua and talk about stupid shit until sleep had found me.

Chapter Forty-Two

REAM

I walked into my new record label feeling and smelling like a million bucks. I went to each floor making sure shit was in order and running the way it was supposed to. Things in the dynasty had been running smooth, now I had to prepare myself for my new business venture and place my focus hard on that. I only had one loose end to tie up, and that loose end was Crystal and that bitch ass Chief. I didn’t know how I wanted to go about her death just yet, but I was certain it was coming in the next couple of weeks. Right now, my focus was on the two-million-dollar label company that I invested in. Hit Records had top-of-the-line everything. The only thing we were missing was dope-ass artist. I didn’t only want to sign rappers; I wanted every Genre there was to make it just that big.

“Hi Mr. Powers, I have all the paperwork you requested complete and up to date.” I eyed my new assistant by the name of Summers. She was a beautiful short and chubby chick. She just graduated from college and was very smart.

“No that’s all for now, you’re doing a great job, Ms. Summers.” I gave her a short smile and turned to my right to see Solo standing there with his permanent scowl. As we continued to head to the elevators to make our way to my office, he gave me a look letting me know he had some shit to get off his chest.

“You know that lil nigga Debo on the other side of town moving weed.” Solo kept his voice low as we entered the elevator. I kept quiet until we reached my office, I didn’t plan on bringing any street shit near this new place of business I had going on. Just the mention of Debo’s name made Mattea pop up in my head. I instantly started to wonder what she had been on lately and if she was fucking someone else. That thought alone had me feeling really tight inside. Mattea had the kind of pussy that niggas bragged about hitting. Her pussy made a nigga want to haunt her ass down and keep her ass locked up, away from the world.

It wasn’t my style to chase or beg a female. The same day I got out of jail, was the same day I realized me and her probably weren’t cut out for each other. I was a busy man with so many things going on at once. Mattea threw me off my square and had me feening to chase after her. I didn’t want a nigga touching or smelling her and if she gave the pussy away, I was for a fact that I would kill me a nigga. Debo was a young dumb-ass nigga, trying to make a name for himself. He probably wanted to stand on his own two feet but fucked up by trying to step on my toes. I got inside my office and pulled my phone out and went right to my contacts. I dialed her number and when she answered, she sounded joyous. Her background was loud, and I could hear my cousin Hakeem laughing and telling her to pass him the blunt. I hung up as soon as she said “Hello?” again, sounding confused. Tucking my phone in my top suit jacket pocket, I took a seat behind my desk and sat silent for a while before speaking to Solo who caked on the phone to some broad. I had to raise my thick brows to him because he never chatted on the phone with hoes past two minutes. If he wasn’t telling them which hotel, he would meet them at he was dismissing them rudely.

“Alright redbone, we gone see…I’m picking yo fine ass up tomorrow and you better be what I’m on.” I gave him a crazy look. He looked up and met my eyes with a smile and a middle finger in the air. Finally hanging up, I let out a low laugh.

“Aye fuck you nigga, that pussy worth it.” He shot at me in defense mode.

“The pussy? Nigga it sound like you ain’t even smelled the pussy yet. Sounds like you working hard for that shit my boy.” I pestered as he shot up the middle finger again and pulled a blunt out and sparked the end.

“Asia, cool peoples. I ain’t tryna wife the bit…chick.” He corrected himself and I couldn’t hold back my laugh.

“Nigga! She got you checking yoself when she ain’t around? Where the fuck is my cold ass henchman Solo at?” I still pestered and tittered with this nigga as his face frowned up. He stood up and stretched like he was getting ready to leave.

“It ain’t like that nigga, she ain’t got me calling her and not saying shit on the phone like you been doing with that broad Reaper every other day.” He laughed and kept going as I clamped my mouth shut.

“Nigga holds the phone, looking pussy whipped. Breathing hard in the line like a creep ass nigga.” I thought about how crazy I probably looked.

“Alright nigga, you got me now drop that shit.” I looked out the window for a brief moment. Hating the effects Mattea ass had on me.

“About this nigga Debo, make your way to him and let him know that I would like to give him an offer he cannot refuse. Better yet, I’ll set something up with his father and him.” I crossed my hands in front of me. I didn’t know what that offer was, but I wanted to have a sit down with this nigga to see where his mind was.

“Bet, well I’m out this bitch. I got moves to make, money to collect. Shit don’t stop.” I nodded my head as he walked up to my desk and pounded my fist.

“Pull up on ya girl and make things right.” He said over his shoulders, I stroked my beard and watched him walk out closing the door behind him.

“Things were never wrong with her until she made it seem like that,” I mumbled to myself and pulled my phone back out. I logged into my sister Christina’s Instagram account and scrolled aimlessly. I went to the shade room and clicked on a video that had surprised the fuck out of me. Mattea and Hakeem sat inside of a nice ass studio while someone recorded them. Mattea looked like she was in a zone like she didn’t know she was being recorded. At the end of her singing soulfully, she looked up at the person recording her and balled her face up into a scowl. She pulled her gun from her sweats and the video cut off.

The caption on the video said, Crazy Instagram Model Shoots At Studio Owner For Recording Her. Now Facing Charges. I shook my head and wondered who got her out of that jam. I shot one of my associates that worked for The Shade Room a text, sending him a screenshot of the video I just watched and told him to snatch it down. I don’t know why I did that shit but listening to her sing had me stuck. She had such a beautiful soft voice; I didn’t want her messing her career up by her temper. Next, I called Hakeem and waited for him to answer. After the third ring, he answered, and I told him to drop what he was doing and meet up with me at my house in the next thirty minutes.

“Mr. Powers?” Summers stuck her head inside my office door with a gentle smile upon her face.

“Come in Ms. Summers.” I watched her step all the way inside and let my eyes roam her body for a minute too long. She had some big ass titties and a big juicy booty. Her curves were out of this world, and I wonder how the pussy felt. She was probably the biggest girl, I thought about fucking but I was willing to work her big juicy looking ass.

“Ms. Summer, you done checked on me about ten times since I’ve been here.” I stood up and massaged my dick through my dress pants. Her eyes roamed down to The Ruler, and he twitched under her gaze.

“I-I just want to make sure I’m doing my job correctly.” She stammered nervously over her words and looked down at her nails then the floor.