Page 7 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“But he’s not going to find out, so what the fuck does it matter? I’m so sick of everybody trying to micro-manage my life! I’m trying to stack up and get my own place. I want to be like Mattea. Private, with my own place to call my own shots! I’m grown!” The tears started flowing down her pretty brown cheeks and I felt bad for coming down too hard on her. My feelings for Kachella had started a little over a year ago. She was beautiful and feisty, her outspoken demeanor had me crushing on her tough. Kachella had that golden brown hair that shined bright in the sun, with pretty ass dimples that sunk deep into her cheeks when she smiled. Her facial features were angelic, and she made you just want to spoil her.

Pulling her close, I embraced her tight and buried my nose in her mass of curls enjoying the smell. I was 6 feet tall, and Kachella was about 5’8. With the sexy stilettos she had on her pretty feet she stood the same height as me. Finally hugging me back, I didn’t think twice by lifting her up as she instantly wrapped her pretty, long legs around my waist. We shared a rough and needy kiss and right now she had me ready to long stroke her to sleep. Her bare pussy was right on me hot and ready. I could feel the heat radiating through my shirt. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I slowly put her down and took a step back from her.

“Don’t do this shit to me again Hakeem. You know you want me. I want you too baby. Let’s just do it already.” She grabbed at my dick through my pants, and I moved her hands.

“When you done fucking with that lame ass nigga come holler at me.”

“If I was to stop messing with Tre, would you tell my sister about us?” she smiled, she knew exactly what she was trying to do.

“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t even know why I’m so drawn to your ass. I know it’s beyond your looks. You got to mature more before I even think about laying the pipe to you. Why would I risk my friendship with your sister when me and you probably won’t even work? I fuck just as much as that fake pimp nigga you call your boyfriend ma.”

That was the cold reality of our situation. I couldn’t figure out why I was so on Kachella so hard. When I was fucking other females, I thought about her. She constantly entered my mind and I wished she didn’t. I cared about her well-being and how she was doing when she wasn’t around me. I knew I had no business checking for her, but it didn’t make the shit any better when she was out here stripping without her family even knowing.

I ran into Kachella a year ago at the club with her friends. She was pissy drunk and out of her mind, dancing on niggas and turning up. That night she tried to leave with a strange nigga, and I had stopped the shit from going down. I drove her to Mattea’s house but before she got out the car she kissed me, I kissed her ass back without thinking twice. I remembered who she was and stopped and told her to never try that shit again.

Months later after that, I found her ass at this strip club dancing for dollars. She was definitely a wild card, but I still saw some of the innocence left in her. She came from being spoiled and controlled by her father. Usually when parents sheltered their kids, keeping them locked away from the world when they got the first opportunity for freedom they went wild.

Which explained Kachella and the type of nigga she had chosen to date. He was a fake pimp, with a couple of hoes working the track for him. Kachella swore up and down that it was her idea to save money and make some bread for herself, but I knew it was him. I tried months ago to convince her to leave. She always offered her body to me when I saw something so much more in her. I wanted her to find her strength and stop acting like a weak bitch. I couldn’t tell her, her worth. She needed to find that shit and embrace it.

Soon, I was gone run into that nigga Tre, and when I did, I was gone have a real nigga conversation with him. If I wanted Kachella, I could have had her. As bad as I wanted to try the pussy, I wouldn’t. I had plenty of women to fulfill my needs as a man.

“Tre makes money off them hoes, and he fucks me and treats me like the queen bitch I am. Get it right before you try to come for me Keem. It’s starting to give jealousy.” She folded her arms over her perky breasts, and I laughed at her little ghetto ass.

“Queen bitch Chella huh? You think you his queen? Why the fuck he got his queen stripping, showing that sexy body off to strange ass niggas that will try to stalk yo’ dumb ass when you leave the club to rape you? Is he here now making sure you make it to your car safe? Do he follow you home like me to make sure you’re safe?” I shook my head and looked at her with disgust for the first time. Every word I spoke made me realize, I should’ve never even taken it this far with her. She was young and dumb as fuck right now.

“A nigga that treats a woman like a queen is that nigga Beast. You see how he caters to your momma’s every need and makes sure she is well protected? That’s what the fuck a queen is ma. See you, ain’t nothing but a dumb ass bitch turning tricks for her nigga. I tried to understand the shit, but I can’t. There ain’t no excuse for what you out here doing. Smutting your family’s name. Your father set the perfect example for all of y’all. In all you do is try to throw that pussy around like it’s your only prized possession.” I couldn’t stand to see her cry, so I turned my back on her and walked out of the room. After tonight, it was up to her family to find out what the fuck she was on. I wanted to put a bug in Mattea’s ear about her sister working at a strip club but thought it’d be best if Kachella learned a hard-ass life lesson.

I made my way to my cocaine white Range Rover and waited for Kachella to come out of the strip club, so I could follow her dumb ass home. Thirty minutes later, she walked out smiling with a couple of chicks that she stripped with. She rocked some pink Ugg sandals, with pink matching sweats and a white Adidas sports bra. Her wild curly hair was in a high bun, showing off her facial features. Kachella loved the color pink. Her 2022 C class Mercedes Benz was a baby pink color. She scanned the parking lot, wondering if I was near. I started my truck and watched her give me a sad look. After a couple of more minutes of running her mouth, she got in her car, and I followed her ass to Mattea’s house. Once she made it in safe, I drove off and went straight to our recreation center to hang with my homies.

Recreation center AkA The Spot

“Give me my muthafuckin’ money! Pussy ass niggas!” Solo roared as he beat his chest and snatched the dice up from the ground. We were all in the back of the recreation center. Even though it was late as hell, the music was blasting, weed was blazing and hoes was scattered around trying to be seen.

“Nigga, I’m saying though…give me a chance to win my bread back!” A nigga by the name of Chuck that was a local street nigga that copped work from Solo started to whine. Shaking my head, I could sense that it was about to be some shit.

“What money pussy?” Solo counted out twenty’s, fifties, and hundreds and smiled. It was no secret that Solo loved to gamble. Stuffing the money deep inside his Levi pants pocket, he gave Chuck his undivided attention. Stepping closer, he started to taunt all the nigga that had been gambling.

“Unless you pussy ass niggas got some more money to shoot for, then this dice game is up. I ain’t fenna be down on one knee all night unless it’s some fire ass pussy.” He turned his back and walked towards me, we embraced in a brotherly hug, and I could smell the liquor reeking from his pores.

“The fuck you doing out here this late? You tryna come up on one of these hoes?” I would come in hang out from time to time, but this is the spot Solo loved to be at. When niggas slept Solo bled the block and would be up roaming all night. I ain’t never heard this nigga mention shit about sleep. Solo was a crazy ass nigga but smart all in one.

“Just trying to see what niggas was on. Wanted to check on you, I knew your ass would be here.” I took a seat on the wooden bench next to me and watched a fine-ass yellow-bone chick named Lori. She put a deep arch and her back and was throwing her ass in a full circle.

“Check on me? Nigga I ain’t yo’ bitch.” He laughed and walked a couple of feet away to a folding table that had his bottle of Remy. Offering me the bottle, I said fuck it and took a swig. I tried not to make a funny face. but it was hard because that shit was super strong.

“This shit here, only for the elite!” He took a seat next to me and sparked up a funky ass Black ‘n Mild. “One of these hoes must be on ya mind. That’s why me and ya cousin stay sucker and bitch free. Ain’t a bitch alive out here that can capture my heart. Believe it.” He boasted and started to get animated, slapping his lap.

“They fuck me, suck me, and bring me food, the most I give a hoe is twenty for gas. If the pussy is good, I might pay for a hairdo or two depending on how bad I mess that shit up from smashing. They don’t know shit personal about me and I don’t want to meet their kids and know they favorite colors.” He belched and took a deep swig from his bottle.

“So, what you gone do when you a old ass nigga. Our dicks ain’t gone work properly forever.”

“Nigga, I’m gone be an old rich nigga! I’ll have enough money to make my shit work. Don’t worry about my dick though. All I’m saying is-” Something grabbed his attention, sitting his bottle of Remy down he stood at the back door of the recreation center and leaned on the doorway. When he pulled his pistol from his waist, I stood to my feet and pulled mine too and made my way to stand on the other side of him. Just that fast, the playfulness subsided. Solo was tall, bulky, and intimidating as fuck to any pussy ass nigga that couldn’t stand his ground.

He marched inside of the recreation center, ignoring the looks people were giving him, and frowned as he stood right in front of a group of young-looking niggas. Soon as the leader of the group spoke, Solo used the butt of his pistol to hit the young nigga in his grill, sending two of his front teeth flying across the room.

“You pull them baby ass guns and that’s yo’ fuckin’ life.” I gritted at the other three young niggas.

“I thought I smelled pussy from the back and ain’t no need to state why the fuck you here. Tell that nigga Debo, Solo don’t make accommodations for pussy ass niggas.” He pointed his gun at the squealing nigga that held his mouth and shot him right in the forehead.