Page 32 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Nah, she’s cool, for now.” Nodding my head, I picked up my cognac and took a sip. Solo and I continued to make small conversation until he got tired of talking. He was ready to get back in the field. Solo loved the streets, a little too much. He loved staying on nigga’s necks making sure they had everything running the way it should be. After him informing me about Armando and how he was now looking for another nigga to plug with drugs since Debo stepped down from his position. That was one of the main reasons I didn’t kill the little nigga, Debo. Armando was my real problem; I knew he had a thing for black women too.

I just needed to plot everything out and play chess with the situation. When I killed Armando, he was going to be in total shock. I would leave no traces that it was me. I planned on pulling that thorn out my side permanently by giving his bitch ass a dirt nap.

I looked back at the screen once Solo left out of the room. The lady was parting Mattea’s hair down the middle. She gave her a mirror and Mattea smiled brightly as she said something to the stylist. The stylist went into her traveling suitcase and pulled out a scarf that had her logo on it. I admired Mattea’s long thick silky hair; I actually liked it better when she had it curly. The bone-straight look gave her sandy brown hair sex appeal too. I watched as the lady combed her hair into a circle. My mom used to do that when she pressed her hair, saying she had to wrap it so it wouldn’t sweat out. When she placed the scarf on her head, I got up and made my way downstairs.

I took a seat on my ottoman and waited to thank and pay the lady for coming at such short notice. After waiting for about twenty more minutes, the beautician walked out. I paid her and went to go find Mattea. The first place I went to go look was the guest bathroom that was close to the room she had received her hair services at. The door was opened, and I stood to admire her shapely form from behind. Mattea was the tallest girl I ever took interest in. I still towered over her but with heels on she would probably be two inches shorter to my six-foot, four height. She had some meaty ass thighs I loved the slight arch in her back and how round her ass was. Her booty sat up perfectly, it wasn’t too big and not too small. It was enough ass to make a nigga stop and stare and watch her walk until she disappeared from sight.

She didn’t have much of a stomach on her, but enough for me to grab once I got between her thick thighs. Only thing I disliked when it came to her was her nasty cigarette problem. I understood it was a part of her nerves and trying to stay calm when feeling on edge.

“Can’t smoke nothing but weed in this house beautiful.” She stared at me through the mirror and turned on the faucet, wetting the cigarette she lifted the toilet seat and dropped it in then flushed.

“Let me get my car keys, Ream. I’m ready to be in the comfort of my home now.” She tried to slip past me, but I stopped her by grabbing her arm. I pulled her close and pecked her on the lips. I wanted to kiss her longer but knew her breath had that cigarette smell that I didn’t like.

“You know you feeling me, I don’t know why you making this shit hard.” I kissed her neck hearing her simper lowly, I got her exactly where I wanted her to be.

“I like yo mean ass, I think we got a lot in common.” I grabbed her by her ass cheeks and squeezed them tight. She placed her hands flat on my chest and I allowed her to move me back.

“Stop trying to fuck with my mind Ream.” She walked around me.

“Why do you think I’m trying to mind fuck you? What if I wanted to make love to your mind first? Break down all that hardness you got attached to you.” I never had to get at a woman in my life, they all gravitated toward me naturally. I didn’t know shit about having pickup lines either. I just knew to capture a woman like Mattea, I had to work hard for her and do a lot of show and proving. She was far from being naïve and gullible.

“Whatever you trying to do won’t work. I know I’m beautiful as hell, my father was the first man to tell me since a kid that I was beautiful. You telling me that won’t make a difference or change how I already see myself. I got good ass pussy and that shit drives men wild just knowing ain’t no dicks been up inside of me. I love getting head from niggas that’s about something with no attachment issues because I will never commit. I know once I give up my virginity the man that takes it, is going to want more of me that I can’t offer.” She folded her arms across her breasts. What she didn’t know was how much I loved the confidence and cockiness she had to her.

“So, you basically saying in a proper way that you a hoe. You like random niggas tasting you?” I fucked with her some more, she rolled her eyes and shook her head no.

“No, I’m saying, you fine as fuck Christian. I don’t like the way you make me feel. It feels good but at the same time I don’t like feeling weak like I can’t control myself.” She lubricated her lips with her tongue tracing them.

“Oh, I get it. You want me to fuck you and you don’t like that you feel that way.” I walked out of the bathroom and walked toward her. She was starting to back up again and I loved when she called herself running from me.

“Call it what you want. Like I said if you want to be a head buddy of mine that’s all I have to offer.” She smiled while looking down at her shoes. She knew that was bullshit, I let her hold on to that.

“Nah, I’m a fuckin’ boss baby. Keep yo other niggas to munch on that carpet you got.” I walked off with her close behind me.

“Let me get my keys, Ream.” I let her talk to my back. As I kept walking, leading her to another master suite that I had on the first floor of my house. Punching the code into the room door it opened electrically. I walked in as she followed then took a seat on the king-size bed and gave me her my attention.

“Me and you will be working really close. If you don’t want to be a part of the dynasty like your father wished that’s cool with me. Since you are a well-trained assassin, I have a hit for you. I will pay you half of a million to help me take this Italian man by the name of Armando out. You have the beauty and brains to do it.” I waited for her to respond while she stood at the entrance of the room.

“Make it a million and it can be done in less than a day.” She challenged and I smiled at her. She set her own price and I had to respect it.

“A million is reaching but you got that, you will follow by my demands and fall in line with what I tell you. The way you dress has to change as well.” I eyed her sweats and shoes.

“Okay, when do we start?” she perked up like it made her happy, I was starting to feel like her killing niggas was a hobby and not something she looked at as a form of work. Mattea’s family was very well off and her father’s name rang bells, so I knew she had some type of financial balance. She was never in awe of luxury things and when I took her out of the country to meet Hector, she remained unphased.

“Most likely in a week or two, we will be going to Italy to meet with him and then the plan starts then.”

“Okay now let me get my keys.” She held her hand out.

“Solo won’t be back until the morning.” I stood up getting ready to have a drink. Fucking around with Mattea left me with a hard-ass dick and it was painful.

“What?!” her voice elevated bouncing off the walls. “Nigga give me my fucking keys! I’m a grown-ass woman, you can’t just have my damn keys taken and think I’m going to stay here up under your ass.” She spat.

“Lower your tone when talking to me Mattea. I’ll catch you in the morning.” I left her right where she stood yelling and cursing.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

REAM

I woke up the next morning at six am. It felt good to know, I had Mattea’s fine ass was in the same house as me overnight. I stayed up in my office until twelve at night watching her ass like a creep until my eyes grew heavy. I slipped my feet into my Versace house slippers and went downstairs to find her gone with the bed neatly made. I wondered when the hell did her sneaky ass leave it had to of been in the middle of the night.