Page 25 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

Pulling up to Kat’s house, I told my driver to leave the car running. I didn’t plan on being here too long at all. This visit would come as a surprise because I never just popped up where she lived, and I never saw her kids. I had to see for myself if what I found out was true. It didn’t mean she was guilty, but it meant she was living just as foul as Solace, and I couldn’t tolerate having someone with her kind of traits in any of my operations.

Knocking twice, I heard the blaring TV and kids talking loud sounding like they were arguing about something in the living room. Peeping out the blinds, a little boy came to the door and opened it wide. She didn’t have the decency to train her kids to never open the door for strangers.

“Little man.” I looked down at him and gave him a warm smile.

“Never open the door for strangers, it could be somebody at the door trying to bring you harm.” I schooled him as he smiled up at me like he was looking at a celebrity.

“You’re no stranger though, my momma shows us pictures of you all the time. She says you’re going to be our stepdaddy one day.” He smiled big and looked past me out onto the street. His eyes grew big as he stared at my Phantom double parked with the hazards blinking.

“That’s your car?” I smiled and nodded as he stepped to the side to let me in. I was still taken aback by the stepdaddy comment. So, Kat was dickmatized and masking her feelings for me while she worked on a plan to make me hers. I had to chuckle at that. This broad was very deranged to ever think we would become a thing. I asked him to point me to his mother’s room as I looked at the little girl who seemed to have an attitude. One look at both of these kids, I knew they belonged to Solace. Damn shame! I thought as I stepped over shoes and clothing causing me to shake my head more. I held no excuse for people with kids and filthy houses. If I had kids best believe their asses would know how to clean. Despite my growing up with maids and people that handled things around the house for me, my father taught me how to clean up behind myself. I still took the trash out and made sure my room was clean before being able to lay up and do what I wanted.

Opening her room door, I wasn’t surprised to see a cluttered room. Clothes leisurely laid around like it was the place to be. With all the money she made and all the help I gave her, there was no excuse to be living like a gutter rat bitch. I was disappointed in myself for even sliding inside of her. I hated a dirty-ass woman that didn’t take pride in herself enough to keep the space she slept in clean. I decided to stand in the middle of the clutter, I could feel my OCD kicking in.

She walked out of the bathroom naked and dripping. When her eyes landed on me, she damn near jumped to the ceiling.

“Ream?” she asked shockingly. Picking up her dry-off towel from the bed she wrapped it around herself. I loved a woman with meat on their bones. I didn’t discriminate as long as the face was pretty and the body was thick, a little gut never bothered me. I grew up watching my father love on my mom and look at her with adoration. Her rolls and stretch marks didn’t bother him at all. My mom had confidence that was sky high, so a fat joke could never offend her.

“Why didn’t you call?” she looked around at what I took in when I first walked into her room. I hope she didn’t place the blame for this mess on her kids. People loved to say excuse my house, and then add a sorry ass excuse for living filthy.

“I don’t know, guess I wanted to see how you really lived before I wifed you. I must say I’m not impressed; you live like a pig, and I can’t be with a woman that doesn’t take pride in how she lives.” I smiled totally fucking with her.

“Ream this is not how I live, my son had practice and I had to wash clothes just been busy.” I smiled at the excuse she threw out there, this shit looked like weeks-worth of clutter. She looked thrown off her square by my presence. I noticed her hands shaking as she clutched her towel tight. Her eyes were everywhere but on me, I made my way to her and could see her swallowing down hard.

“I’m just fucking with you Kat. You know I don’t look at you in that way and I never will.” Her eyes hit her stained carpet; I could see the disappointment. Getting to the point, I grabbed the bottom of her chin with my thumb and index finger and forced her to look me in the eyes.

“Katrina, whose kids are those in the living room and don’t lie to me. You know I don’t play the fuck around and you’re smart enough to know I don’t do house visits unless it’s a serious matter.” The playfulness that I started out with, was gone and now my face was blank of any emotion.

“H-he wanted me to keep them a secret, he doesn’t acknowledge them.” She stammered over every word. Sighing, I pulled my pistol from its holster and touched her nose with it.

“I asked you a question, and the next time you beat around the bush, I’ma send you where heaven be,” I spoke low, keeping my gun on her nose. I didn’t give a fuck about the tears that were now spilling down her chubby cheeks.

“Solace’s kids, Ream, I’m so sorry.” She sobbed out.

“Shhhhh, don’t bring attention to your kids, they can’t fucking save you, Kat.” She nodded her head in agreement as I lowered my gun and shook my head.

“I’m disappointed in you Kat. You a smart-ass bitch with numbers. You suck good dick and here you are with kids by a disloyal nigga. You’re done, I will have Crystal bring you your last check in the morning since she will be taking your place until I find someone else to replace her.”

I had been fucking with Kat for a minute, I had no clue that Solace was making babies with her. Each time she got pregnant; I gave her time off and let her work from home like a real job. I was aware that Solace fucked on her a couple of times because he told me I should get head from her. He called her The Head God and that was true because Kat could truly suck a mean dick. My dick couldn’t even go down most female’s throats. Kat was greedy and made sure she mastered taking all twelve inches of me down.

“Give me your work phone Kat.” She went to her night dresser and pulled it out and handed it over to me. Placing it inside my pocket, she fell to her knees while holding onto my legs. Throwing my head back, I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm my nerves.

“Katrina, I am being very generous. You have enough money to move on with your life. Stay away from Solace and if you continue to fuck with him that’s on you because he’s a dead man. If you warn him that’s okay too because no matter where he runs or tries to hide, I’m coming for him. Just know, if I have to chase him, I’ll be coming to kill you next for making me search for a man that won’t even acknowledge your kids.” I shook her off my thousand-dollar pants and walked out of the house.

Chapter Twenty-Two

MATTEA

“Now let your father and I do all the talking. I’m pretty sure Matt has a very good excuse for the things he’s into.” Kayori looked stressed but it didn’t add to how the fuck I was feeling. I wasn’t stressed but I sure as hell was angry with Matthew. I didn’t know who the hell he thought he was, but I figured the only way to get through to him since he had been ignoring my calls for the past two weeks was to tell him something had happened with our dad.

His fake acting ass was supposed to be in school, now his bullshit started to leak into what I had going on. My father sat silently as I agreed to keep my cool and let Matthew start out with an explanation first. I hadn’t revealed the pictures Ream had shown to let them know how serious all of this was. If Matthew didn’t comply with what my father laid out for him then we would either have to punk out and relocate or go to war and just kill Ream. After going two weeks without talking or having any contact with Ream, he had finally popped back up at my house requesting a meeting with my father and personally asking for Matthew aka Debo to be in attendance.

I explained to my father mostly everything and he knew the seriousness of the situation. At first, it took me and my stepmom to hold him down due to exploding and snatching up guns. Once I reasoned with him and let him know the dangerous games Matthew had been playing, he understood Reams’ role in all of this. Ream was a businessman and looked at Matthew as a low-level nigga. The only reason why he hadn’t killed Matthew yet is because he planned on taking out the head which was Armando who supplied Matthew.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. My father stood up and went to open the door. I smiled at seeing my uncle Stone at the door smiling wide. Him and my father damn near matched each other. Black jeans, steal-toe boots, my father had on an all-black polo top while Stone rocked a plain black tee. They looked like they were about to go out and put in work. Stone dapped my dad up and turned to tell some strange men to go sit in the family room. I could tell by the men’s attire they were loaded with guns and ready for whatever.

“Beast, why would you ask Stone to bring them here?” Kayori looked pissed off and worried at the same time.

“I’m pretty sure when this nigga Ream arrives, he will be coming with back up, and Stone and I will have ours,” he reasoned. Standing up to greet my uncle, we embraced as he asked me what I had been up to. I kept my answers short because my father and him were like brothers and they talked every day. I knew without a doubt my dad had ran his mouth to my uncle and right now he was just making small conversation. He was already aware of what I had been up to, there was no point in me being fake, making up shit for small talk. We sat on the sofa and waited patiently for twenty more minutes an in uncomfortable silence. I looked down at my phone and noticed I had a text from Hakeem asking if we could talk. I responded with no, I had nothing to say to him right now.