Page 67 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Thank you Chella, I was just about to have some shit delivered from Door Dash.” I stuffed my hands in my basketball shorts and took her in. Kachella loved wearing shorts and sports bra’s she had on some sandals and her hair was in a pink fro. Each time I saw her it seemed like her hair grew even longer. It was still dyed pink, just looked a little brighter. I looked back down at her feet and even her toes were polished pink matching her hair. Every single thing about Chella was sexy as fuck down to her slim thick tall frame.

“Come sit down and eat so we can talk Keem.” I sat at the table and watched her make my plate. I started digging in as she sat and watched me eat not even touching her plate. After taking down a couple of more bites, I pushed my plate to the side. I hope this conversation wasn’t about to be about her coming to the game with a lame-ass nigga. I was already over that shit and told myself I wasn’t going to trip hard on her and whomever she decided to fuck with.

“I thought once Tre died that I would be okay. Like the nightmares and paranoia would go away. I’m battling with a lot internally and mentally and it’s been taking a toll on me. I go to counseling, I take anxiety pills, and it never feels like enough. I realized with you I grew attached. You always saved me from myself and other people. I thought that maybe if I got with you, you would forever protect me, but I realize I have to learn how to protect myself by being smarter with the decisions I make.” She paused and wiped her tears; those tears did something to me every time. I wished like hell I had the powers to take all her pain and troubles away.

Sometimes I even wished I could have just prevented her from meeting that pussy ass nigga Tre.

“I brought you dinner because I miss you being my friend before anything sexually came about between us. Besides you being a hoe, I know that you got a good ass heart and you care about me and love me Keem. You are the first man besides my father that loves the good, bad, and ugly when it comes to me. I don’t want to be at odds with you and I’m not here to beg for a relationship.” She held her hands out and I grabbed them and held them tight.

“All I want is to have a friendship and if it leads to something more, then I would be opened to that as well.” I nodded my head in agreement. “We can even still fuck if you like.” She smiled as I let out a chuckle at that. She thought she was slick; no way was I going to try to break Kachella off until I saw that she matured more. She was only twenty and had a long way to recover mentally.

“I ain’t dropping no more dick off in you. I won’t say never because I see you being the woman, I settle down with one day. I just want you to love yourself before you try to love hard on me. I understand it all Kachella and I’m not a selfish person. I want to be there for you while you get better and help you embrace who you are more. It ain’t even all just you either, I still got to get this hoe shit out of me. I can’t expect you to remain dedicated to me when I’m not one hundred percent dedicated to you. That shit ain’t fair to the both of us. Since we both got feelings for each other, I feel like sex will blur the lines between us.”

“I agree.” She said lowly as she picked at her food like she wasn’t interested in eating much. When she looked up at me, she had an empty look in her eyes. I stood up and made my way to her, grabbing her hand and bringing her into my chest. I held her tight as I smothered myself in her hair which smelled like heaven and sweet fruits.

“I love you Kachella, I want you to love you more and we gone beat this mental shit together. I’m gone be there for you every step of the way.” She nodded her head and embraced me tighter, I held on tighter. I was glad we could have this conversation and come to an agreement with each other. In the near future, if it wasn’t too late, I saw myself with Kachella. For the rest of the night, we smoked talked and I even drank some wine with her ass. I wasn’t expecting her company but was happy to have her here with me. We ended the night cuddled up with each other as we talked until we both were yawning and falling asleep.

Chapter Fifty-Three

SOLO

Six months later…

Ream, Hakeem, and Debo sat around the table pissed because I was whooping their asses in dominos. We were celebrating Ream signing five artists one of them was Reaper. They all had major hits out and was running numbers up on the charts. Overnight, it seemed like Reaper turned into some anonymous celebrity, they knew what she looked like and marveled at her unique voice and dark ass stage name. She refused to perform or do concerts and the media couldn’t seem to catch her slipping and if they did and it made it to social media, Ream would have it pulled. Love looked good on Ream and Reaper, shit, love felt good to me as well.

I looked over at Asia and Reaper rubbing their swollen stomachs and smiled. They both were firecrackers in their own special way. Reaper’s sister Kachella was up dancing all stiff as the women laughed and joked around. Today was a chill day and different, these women came into our lives and changed how we did a lot of shit. I slowed down a little bit when it came to being in the streets all day and night. Like Ream said, I had a team to do what I was trying to do. So, I started making more time for Asia. At first, I hated to admit how many feelings I was starting to have for her. I tried to push her away a couple of times and that shit didn’t work.

She didn’t chase me or beg my stubborn ass and that shit made me want her even more.

“We gone play with my dice next, I swear your is fixed nigga.” Ream threw down a couple more hundred and I laughed at his sore loser ass. I was up by sixty thousand and planned on uping the shit and taking a hundred thou when it was all over with.

“Nigga, I told you gambling ain’t for you. This ain’t chess or checkers nigga.” Hakeem was giving a sour look like he was ready to tap out.

“I want to thank y’all niggas for everything.” Debo took down a shot and looked all of us in our eyes.

“Don’t start no soft ass speeches nigga, throw your money down.” Lately we all were starting to be on some mushy shit. I already had to soften my whole demeanor when it came to Asia. Her ass had me out here going on excursions and traveling, doing vacations and shit. I wasn’t used to it, but I enjoyed experiencing new things with her. Recently she forced me to go on some safari wine tasting thing and it pissed me off. I was the fill in because her close friends backed out from having other important things going on. I felt bad because her lip was poked out and she started begging me to go. I hated when she got all sad and started acting like she was let down, so I filled in the spot and was there with nothing but females.

I damn near complained the whole time and was happy when it was over. The only good thing was that Asia was nice and tipsy by the time we got home from tasting all those different wines. I bought her like six bottles before leaving so she could have the wines she loved the most while we were there. When we got home, she did all the fucking. Her sex drive was almost higher than mine. Her greedy ass could go round for round. She could take whatever I dished out during sex, and she was super fucking freaky and nasty, I loved that shit.

“Whatever nigga, I just want to let y’all know. I’m done with the streets. I will be done with school soon and I want to focus on living right. All the shit you niggas done showed me and had me doing, I realize it’s not for me.” We all stopped playing dice and looked up at Debo. For a couple of seconds nobody said anything as Debo started to shift uncomfortably. We all fell out laughing except, him as Ream was the first to speak.

“You realized that shit because Solo was working yo ass to death.” He chuckled as Debo sighed and took a seat in a folding chair.

“Shit hell yea, this nigga will wake me up out my fucking sleep after spending half the day at school and doing homework. Killing muthafuccas when I be had dead myself from being sleep deprived. That shit definitely not for me man.” I could tell from the look on his face he was serious. Most of the time, I would be laid up with Asia and wake up out of my sleep to take a leak. Just to fuck with him, I would call him back-to-back, waking his ass out his sleep and make him go check up on a trap house. I wanted the lil nigga to see that this shit wasn’t easy. The only reason he was able to have a couple of soldiers and run his own lil small-time thing was because those weak niggas feared him.

“Suppose I was Armando and you told him you realize this shit ain’t for you. You know he would have killed you right? I’m glad you realize what it is your ass want out of life, don’t let me hear about your ass fucking off and going back to where you were before. I will beat your ass myself then make you go a round with Solo.” Ream looked him right in the eyes to make sure he understood how serious he was. “Now roll the fuckin dice, I’m tryna make my fuckin money back." He scoffed as Debo got up and squatted down to pick up the dice. I started to finally lose, and I blamed it on the liquor. I didn’t drink like I used too; I would go weeks at a time without any liquor if I did crave a drink, it would be on the weekends on my downtime.

It felt better not to be drunk and out of my mind. I missed the fuck out of my mom but was happy I finally found new happiness in a female that had something going for herself. She didn’t change me, but she made a nigga want to do better to make her happy. Her being happy made me happy as fuck like I was succeeding at doing something right. After playing dice for another hour, I loss some money and was done gambling with these niggas. I looked over at Asia and was ready to take her fine pregnant ass home and dig her out.

“I’m about to shake,” I announced watching the fifth blunt go into rotation.

“Nigga, you always tryna shake on our Sunday fun days.” Ream laughed. “You tryna leave so you can be on some simp ass nigga shit. My mom paid for the ladies to get massages, so you might as well come in the house and get yo ass whooped at chess.” Ream was already standing up with the blunt dangling from his mouth. I hated chess, it seemed like the game could go on for a lifetime. We all tried to be fair and take turns on playing a game that each one of us liked.

“Whatever nigga, set that shit up then.” I yawned as I looked over at Asia again. She finally felt my stare and licked her lips and blew me a kiss. I caught that shit like a sucker and slapped my hand on my cheek then hit my chest. These niggas had a field day clowning the fuck out of me. I was sprung and strung the fuck out on this chick. I really didn’t give a fuck though; her swollen belly wasn’t stopping shit. She was about five months pregnant; Reaper was six months. I couldn’t wait to see our kids grow up together.

Chapter Fifty-Four

REAM