Page 11 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

"Bitch is you working with the feds?" I gritted lowly as I applied more pressure. I ignored those crocodile tears that dropped down her cheeks because she had me fucked up yelling about what the fuck it was I did like she had a wire taped to her. I eyed her swimsuit curiously then stared her back in the eyes.

“You’re so fucking paranoid! Why would I out of all people try to take you down when I love you Christian Powers!” she sobbed and I released the tight hold I had on her and ripped her swim bra off, then pulled her bottoms down. She gasped when I spread her legs with my knees and reached my hand between her thighs cupping her pussy to check for wires. Once I finished the check, I turned back around to finish looking for an outfit in my closet, while I spoke to her with my back turned.

“I don’t need you reminding me what it is I do with my business. Don’t you ever make it a point to yell no shit like that again Crystal. Remember, I’m your boss and a friend not your lover. I never told you to abort them babies. I make time for what I want to make time for, so a kid of mine would’ve been at the top of my priorities. You played yourself with that.” I picked out a Gucci linen suit with matching loafers.

“Let’s try again for a baby, please? We still don’t have to be together. I will keep the baby this time please Christian.” Shaking my head in disgust at her desperate attempt, I stepped around her and put my suit on the bed and went to my dresser to pick out my cologne for the night.

“Crystal why do you contradict yourself, baby girl? Didn’t you just say…you know what it doesn’t even matter. Look, I’m trying to be understanding to your feelings but to keep it real I don’t understand them. I want to keep our friendship but in two days I need you out of my house. I won’t confuse things anymore and fuck you. We can still work closely together maybe in a couple of months when you get your feelings in check. Use that money I gave you and do something with yourself. I got too much on my hands right now and I don’t have the time to be wasting it on you.” I walked away from her and walked right into the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I told Alexa to play Nipsey Hussle to drown out the crying and pleading she was doing on the other side of my door.

Chapter Nine

REAPER

I sat quietly as I observed everyone that sat at the table. Hakeem had brought me to what was supposed to be a team meeting. I didn’t imagine it being inside of a nice place. Something I was used to, total luxury. Usually, when I met with Solace it was at a warehouse that housed nothing but shipping boxes. Now, we were meeting in Newport Beach inside of a commercial-looking house that sat pretty on the beach.

I was anxious to get to my next hit and was starting to become bored waiting. Since I was meeting with the head nigga of this organization, I planned on telling him how I no longer wanted to work with Solace’s bitch ass. The more I sat at the table next to Keem, I could feel Solace’s eyes burning a hole at the side of my face. Another person who seemed to be interested in me was a chick named Kat that sat across from me. She would glance at me but never say shit, like she had done when I would come inside the warehouse. I didn’t break my neck to speak to bitches or be their friend. Half the females I tried to be cool with, in the past ended up falling through. Chicks always seemed intimidated by my beauty and the way that I carried myself.

There wasn’t a human on this earth that could convince me that I was ugly. I was beautiful as hell, and I knew it. I carried my weight and all the right places, my face card never declined and that was with or without makeup. Everyone made small conversation until Solo walked in with a mean mug. He didn’t respond to anyone saying hi to him. He made his way directly to me and leaned down to talk lowly. I could smell the liquor on his breath and slightly set back in my chair some. I hated when people reeked of liquor and then got in my face talking.

“Boss man wants to meet with you alone.” He smiled and I cringed at the sight of his grill. Buddy needed a dentist appointment asap. I stood to my feet and followed him out the door with all eyes on me.

“Take this hall down to the right, you’re going to see an elevator…take that bitch all the way up to the third floor. His office is right there soon as you step off to your left.” He walked away and headed back inside the room we had walked out of. I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button to enter. When it opened, a pretty, light skin chick stepped off with tears flowing down her cheeks. She stared at me angrily and said nothing as I stepped out of her way. I got on the elevator and pressed the number three. On my way up, I wondered why the hell he wanted to meet with me and alone.

My last encounter with him, I was tipsy and annoyed. I enjoyed hitting the club every now and then but that night, I really wanted nothing but rest. His office wasn’t hard to miss stepping off the elevator the big double doors were opened and from where I stood, I could see his tall frame facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. He smoked a blunt and watched the waves in the ocean. The scenery was breathtaking, and I would love to live somewhere like this. I would put my bedroom in this room that he made into his office.

I stepped into his office, he turned around and stared at me. Ream was not an average looking nigga. He was beyond fine as fuck! He knew it too, you could smell the confidence and cockiness leaking from his rich ass pores. Those hazel brown eyes stared at me with a little bit of amusement lurking. His two-piece Gucci linen suit fit him to the letter T, and you could smell his cologne as soon as you hit the door. Everything was perfect on Ream down to his sharp line up and seasick waves. When he smiled, I couldn’t believe how perfectly aligned his teeth were.

“Mattea Unique Brownston, daughter of Praise Kentrell Brownston. He once ran drugs but retired from the game. Now he owns a whole bunch of establishments and real estate and is married to your stepmother Kayori. You have a brother named Matthew, who is twenty-one years old and triplet siblings that’s nineteen going on twenty. Their names is Kachella, Mi’air and Ki’air. Oh, and let me add you’re twenty-four in a halfyears-old with mental issues like your father.” He smirked and walked around his desk and sat on the edge of it facing me with his hands folded in his lap. I didn’t know if he expected me to be surprised that he had looked into me. That’s what he should’ve done, I did the same for him after meeting him.

“Okay, if you want to play it like that Christian Joel Powers we can. Would you like for me to run your family’s history down to you? I can start with your beautiful ass momma. Rellianah Powers, daughter of Maphael Powers the original Blue Diamond Dynasty guy himself. He’s the reason you and all the other top dogs wear a blue diamond ring on y’all pinky fingers. Half of your men don’t even know that it’s a tiny tracking device in them which is why I declined taking one. I observed that myself, you’re a power-driven asshole that has a deep love for money, so you constantly look for new ways to expand. Your address is twenty-one-,” he held his hand up and made his way in front of me. I could smell the mint on his breath. The look he gave me said that I was pushing it.

“Careful, careful pretty girl. Knowing too much can be dangerous for your life. Watch how you talk, and conduct yourself around me Ms. Reaper, we would want you to meet the Grim reaper himself.” Each step he took, I took a step back. My breathing became different, and I felt myself losing the battle. Ream was trying to make me surrender and it was working. I looked for that voice that would pop up in my head to give me the courage I needed right now, and that bitch was on hush mode. Before I knew it, Ream had me backed up against his office wall. My eyes fell to his full thick lips, and I started to cream a little in my panties. My own pussy was betraying me in this moment.

“My security didn’t pat you down, did they?” I shook my head no; he tilted his head, and I found my voice. Clearing my throat, I answered him with a tone so soft it pissed me off. It wasn’t a good idea being up here alone after all.

“I figured they didn’t. They left it up to the boss to do so.” He smiled cockily and then had me turn around with my back facing him. He got all up on my round ass and spread my legs with his foot, like I was under arrest.

“You smell good as fuck. I thought you would smell like an ashtray since you smoke cigarettes." He was so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck, and I instantly became uncomfortable. I nervously laughed and rolled my eyes at the same time. I peeped game even though I was turned on. He had one up on me, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. Until I had the opportunity to turn them tables, I would leave him just as shook up.

“Put your hands above your head, I need to check you for weapons.” He stated seriously. I slowly placed my hands on the walls and allowed him to start his search. I was pretty sure he did this shit on purpose. Ream slid his hands slowly down my arms, giving me goose bumps and chills. When his hand creeped under my graphic shirt and reached between my breasts, my hands caught his, attempting to stop him.

“Keep your hands up Reaper, I have to do a thorough check.” He whispered, I was starting to grow weak in the knees, but I controlled my hormones and placed my hands back up on the wall. Lifting my bra up effortlessly underneath my shirt, he cupped both breasts with his massive hands and gave a light massage. My nipples hardened, I dropped my head and took slow steady breaths. I could feel his dick pointed directly on my ass and that in itself had me shook. He made his dick jumped and I twitched a little and started to count down in my head. Ream fondled my breasts a little bit longer and put my titties back inside my bra then continued his search.

Unbuttoning my pants, I chuckled. “Torture yourself, boss man.” I smiled and stepped out of low-top red Chuck Taylor shoes. Next, I stepped out of my jeans and spread my legs apart. Ream remained silent, as his hands move up my legs, calves, and thighs. He moved calculating like he had done this shit before. When he reached the panty boy-shorts I had on, he got a brief feel of my fat mound. Sliding one hand inside of my panties, he traced the curve of my ass and slid his hand from the back to my hot center and removed his hand.

“Don’t seem like I’m torturing myself, seem like its torture to you. Pussy disrespectfully wet. You can go to my private bathroom and clean yourself up now, my search is complete.” He stepped away from, I no longer felt him near. I turned around and he was back sitting on the edge of his desk licking his fingertips that had my juices on them. I damn near quivered and rolled my eyes hard at him. I bent down to pick my pants and shoes up he pointed to the corner of his office where a door was. Before I made my way to the bathroom, I had to say something slick to redeem myself.

“I hope you found what you was looking for boss man Ream.” He smiled back at me and winked.

“I did, and she tastes like my favorite kind of candy,” I said nothing else to his cocky ass and walked away. Playing with a man like Ream could be very dangerous, I decided right now that I would keep a good distance from him. He had my pussy craving him, just from a pat down. I left my weapons in Hakeem’s car, so I didn’t expect a pat down. Once I cleaned myself up and put my clothes on. Ream and I walked to the elevator together saying nothing. When the elevator opened, he let me walk in first like a gentleman.

“I hope your intentions are good working for me. I know with a father like Beast, he wouldn’t want his precious daughter anywhere near a business like mine. Just make sure your personal endeavors and family life don’t enter into my shit. Got me?” he gave me a serious look.

“You got it.” The elevator opened and I stepped off first. I walked a little faster to be ahead of him. Entering the meeting room, everyone chatted and talked amongst themselves. I sat back down next to Hakeem, and he gave me a suspicious look.

“You good?” he leaned over and whispered. I tucked a little hair behind my ear and nodded yes. I looked across the table and Kat was eyeing me down. I stared back at her and broke eye contact by rolling her eyes hard. She was clearly fucking Ream, that was cool with me because I didn’t want the nigga. A man like Ream tended to have bitches head gone. Made them start fantasying things that weren’t real. I refused to lose and stop loving myself behind a man. I had too many personal issues within myself to be trying to want and crave a companion.

Ream walked into the room and all conversation stopped. All eyes were on him as everyone spoke except for me.