Page 39 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Stand out here and count flies.” She said to them both as they frowned up.

“But Mrs. Powers, Mr. Powers would like us to stay with you at all times.” The light skin guard seemed nervous but stood his ground as he held onto to her leather white gloves. “Those were direct orders ma’am.”

“Yea, well direct this!” She flicked them off and slammed the door in their face.

“Go get me a drink Christian, got me out in the damn sun looking crazy.” She fake fanned herself being dramatic. The AC stayed on in my house all day so she couldn’t have been that hot and today was a breezy type of day in Cali.

“Let’s not play dumb either, I want a real drink. Full, shy of the brim, one piece of ice.” She took a seat in her favorite love seat and pulled a blunt out of her Birken bag. I went to get her a big cup of Hennessy straight, which was her favorite and I kept it here just for her. My dad didn’t like her drinking but lately, he had been really easy on her since my grandfather died. She was mourning heavily; my mother just didn’t like sympathy and people feeling sorry for her. To her, that was a big sign of weakness.

Making my way back to the front room of my house she sat content looking like she had some heavy shit on her mind. She hit the blunt with ease as I handed her the glass of dark liquor. I took a seat across from her and decided to start the conversation out on a calm tone. I wasn’t expecting her, but I would never turn my mom away. I loved her too much, she probably needed to see me to get out of her depressed state. I called her every day to check on her. Most days she declined my calls, and I would have to call my dad. He informed me that my mom would stay in my grandfather’s hospital room all day and cry her eyes out until they were swollen shut. I could tell she was losing weight because her chubby cheeks looked sunken in a little. It still didn’t take away from her raw beauty. She hasn’t been eating properly and that happened every time something bad happened to her. I really didn’t know what to do for her because her father meant the world to her. She didn’t have a good relationship with my grandmother at all growing up. Even to this day they were cordial but not normal like a mother and daughter should be.

“How you feeling today Ma?” I asked, watching her look around at nothing in particular.

“Could be better, if you made better decisions.” She snapped as her cold glare focused in on me. I raised my brows and placed my hand underneath my chin as I stroked my beard.

“I hope these decisions have nothing to do with my business again.”

“Humph.” She picked imaginary dirt from underneath her witch-looking nails, which were painted sky blue.

“Why would you let that freckle face bitch be in control of your numbers son?” Her eyes were starting to turn gray, her eyes switched with her mood swings. When she was calm and happy her eyes remained blue.

“Again, my business.” I reminded her.

“A business that my father started, and I’ll be damned if I let a twenty-eight-year-old child of mine fuck it up! Your blind by a lot of shit! When I was running the dynasty, couldn’t shit get past me.” She pointed her finger at her chest.

“My business.” Is all I could say. I was a boss and I no longer had to answer to her. She was out of line and because she was still mourning, I didn’t want to argue with her or hurt my mother’s feelings.

“A storm is coming your way son. I could put a stop to that storm but sometimes like my father would say… you got to let your children learn lessons and bang their fucking heads a couple of times. Don’t ever think your too good to accept my help.” She smiled and stood to her feet, leaving her burning blunt on my expensive glass table. Picking it up before it stained. I looked up and saw Mattea walking with her purse on her shoulder. Her crop top shirt was damp from her wet hair and when she stopped walking, I stared at the gap between her legs. I actually enjoyed seeing her with high heels on. I never thought a tall woman would have me so captivated like Mattea did.

“Reaper, we meet again.” My mom gave a tight smile and then looked over at me.

“Good to see you again, Mrs. Powers.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she looked over at me. “I’ll catch back up with you tomorrow, Ream. I have a couple of things to do.” She moved past my mom and opened the door as I followed her out. I closed the door behind us and told my mother guards to move further down my pathway and to wait for my mom in the car. Softly grabbing Mattea by the arm, she tensed up and I already knew what that was about.

“Give me a hug, before you leave. You think you slick, running from The Ruler, won’t keep your mind off of him.” She rolled her eyes and looked down at her pretty toes like she was thinking of something.

“I’m not running, I simply just have things to do.” She stepped in and tried to give me a church hug with lots of space. I saw Crystal car at the gate talking to security and frowned. I didn’t know why the fuck she thought it was cool for her to even pop up when I had told her hard-headed ass, I would be in contact with her in a few weeks. Pulling Mattea closer, I grabbed the bottom of her ass cheeks and squeezed tight. Licking up her neck tasting the chlorine on her skin, I smiled at her stiff ass placing her hands around my neck. I knew she could feel my stiff dick on her stomach. Pulling her bottom lip into my mouth, I sucked lightly, as my tongue invaded her mouth.

“Let me get rid of my mom and we can shower together.” I was craving to feel her tight walls clenched tight on my dick.

“That means, you would have to get rid of her too.” She nodded her head towards Crystal, who was leaning on the side of her car with her arms folded.

“That’s business.” I simply put it.

“Yea, and what am I?” She licked the bottom of my lip surprising the fuck out of me.

“Pleasure and business. Shit, you can be more than that if you open up more to a nigga.” I pulled her closer to me and slid my hand to the front of her shorts and massaged her pussy. Needing to feel it, I went underneath the sheer panties she had on and split her thick pussy lips. Just like I thought she was wet as fuck.

“Ream, we outside and your mom is probably looking.” She whined and moaned at the same time as I strummed her clit with my index finger.

“Take your ass to my room, ain’t no way, I’m sending my pussy home this wet. You got me.” Looking hesitant, I moved my fingers faster causing her to shake against me. When her eyes rolled back, I knew I succeeded at having her exactly where I wanted her fine ass.

“Okay, I’ll stay for a little bit. I can’t spend the night tonight though Ream.”

“Alright.” I removed my fingers and held back my laughter when her face got tight like she wanted me to finish what I had started right here by the doorsteps. She stepped out of my embrace and took her ass right inside. I peeked my head in and saw my mom back on the love seat with a comical, amused look on her face. I held the door open and watched Crystal stomp in like she was ready to have a tantrum.

“What the fuck was that, Christian? You kissing bitches on the lips and only allow me to kiss your damn cheeks!” Her eyes were starting to well up with tears.

“When you walk into a person’s house you speak to everyone you see.” My mom stood to her feet and walked closer until she was standing directly in front of us. Hate was in her eyes, and I knew she never cared for Crystal, but this look was different. My mom had that look like she wanted to kill Crystal.