Page 6 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Do I like her? Nigga do you love her? How the fuck can I like a bitch, I never met a day in my life. If I did though, you sound like that would be a problem.” He shook his head and chuckled, I didn’t miss his jaw clenching tight. Solace was my day one nigga; I knew him well. When I start getting head from Kat, he waited months later to tell me he was banging her. I wasn’t gone stop getting head from a bitch he used to fuck. She wasn’t the nigga wife, so I saw no harm in that. The way the two of them argued, would make you think he was still in love. When I would joke and tell them to just be together, they acted disgusted.

“Nigga, I’m telling you, I’m not pressed over that girl Mattea. She lethal as fuck I will say that but when I tasted her, I didn’t like what I smelt or tasted. So, if you want to try her you can,” he shrugged his shoulders. I sat up on the leather sofa across from him and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Don’t play around with me like you do these hoes nigga. If I want a bitch, I’ll have her. I’m asking you questions because she is now on my fuckin’ payroll. You say you not pressed, well then act like it, nigga. We call each other by street names and yet you call the girl by her real government name. If Reaper is what she goes by, that’s what you call her. You the only soft ass nigga I know that kept your government name as your street name. Now get yo’ ass up and tell them to bring their asses up here.” I dismissed him and said nothing else as I poured me another shot.

Once he was out the door, Solo looked at me and gave a crooked smile. “I keep saying, that nigga is gone be a problem, you just keep adding them to the list.” He took a swig from the bottle he had been holding since we got here. Solace was my day one, but he could easily become day zero. On the business side of things, shit was running smooth with him, and I had no complaints. I didn’t question his loyalty because he proved on multiple occasions that he was thorough. He just couldn’t help the fact that he was a big-ass crybaby in disguise.

I stood up and made my way back to the tinted glass with my hands behind my back and watched the club intently. My eyes fell back on Debo’s section, I could see Kat throwing her ass in a full circle with other females in the club pumping her up.

“That’s right Kat get that nigga going.” I smiled watching Kat put in work for the team. I had an important meeting in a couple of weeks in Italy. I was going to meet with a nigga named Armando. I was considered one of the heads of the states like he was of his country. Armando had spoken ill of me to many associates that I do big business with and through the big supply chain of drugs and guns. He loved taxing and skimming off the top with other men he was in business with, so I never dealt business with him. He recently became under my radar when a new product started to make its rounds in my neck of the woods.

Niggas like Debo didn’t like men like me because he wasn’t the head nigga in charge to begin with like me. I was a boss, I moved to my own clock. I had my own chain of supply and other distributors came and set at my table to beg me for a piece of the pie at whatever fee I offered. I didn’t know who got in Debo’s ear and put him onto my enemy, but he had Armando’s product and had the nerve to serve it in my neck of the woods. At first, I thought it was a simple mistake. I gave him a few months to meet with Solo and make things right by copping with us. Instead, he started buying multiple ran down houses in different cities and opening up trap houses. I let him eat and he would continue to until I checked the head nigga in charge who was responsible for serving him which was Armando. Like Solo informed me, one of my associates had to put Debo on with Armando. A small-time nigga like Debo would never know of a man like Armando. There was only one explanation for him knowing and that was, it had to be a snake in my fucking camp.

“This shit player as fuck Solace. You doing your shit with this club.” I heard a soft delicate voice behind me and smiled. I wouldn’t correct her because there was no need to. I didn’t boast or take credit in things I possessed or owned.

“Good looking.” He said proudly, taking the credit easily as I expected him too. I turned around to face them. One look at Reaper and I knew she was a force to be reckoned with. Those gray eyes pierced me, and I said nothing at first, she had me stuck for a moment. This Reaper chick would eventually become a problem.

“So why the fuck am I up here?” Her pretty face bawled up as my eyes fell to the outline of her ripped-up jeans. Licking my lips to lubricate what I was about to say to her, I made my way in front of her.“To meet the boss.” I held my hand out and she looked at it as if I had a disease.

“With Covid going around, I don’t do too much handshaking.” She dug in her pocket and pulled out a pack of Newport’s. After sparking up one and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling she finally put her attention back on me and smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you though boss.” She looked at her expensive diamond watch and back up at me. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt disrespected or intrigued. She looked annoyed when most females melted in my presence.

“No offense but if we ain’t talking business, I’m going to have to excuse myself.”

“No offense taken. I’ll be seeing you around Reaper.” I smiled back at her. She nodded her head and said nothing as she told Hakeem to meet her back downstairs when he was ready. When she was out the room everyone laughed except for Solace.

“Seem like she had your ass stuck nigga.” Solo was the first to speak on what I was sure every nigga in this room was thinking.

“That broad just hella bold. Remind me of my mom, you know she hates touching strangers without giving their asses hand sanitizer. Then, she had the nerve to spark one of those funky ass cancer sticks.” I shook my head and frowned up at the lingering smell.

“One of you nigga’s spark up a fuckin’ blunt to get that smell out of my office.” I took a seat and shook my head. I made a mental note to get all of Reaper’s information, I wanted to know everything about her.

Chapter Six

HAKEEM

Three days later….

“Get ya hunnids out! Fuck those dollar bills! Show some love to the sexiest bitch known to mankind Ms. Seductive!!!!”

The DJ yelled loud over the mic as the club lights dimmed. The stage lit up as I watched the stage with my gun sitting in my lap. Anger rose in my chest, and I still managed to control myself. It took everything in me to not run up on the fucking stage and snatch her pretty ass off that pole. I tried to be here any night I knew she would be here working. Even if it conflicted with my work schedule. I wanted to protect her from all these hound ass thirsty niggas that lusted hard over her. Seductive hadn’t been on the stage for more than five minutes, yet the whole stage was covered with money. She had these niggas hypnotized in the worse way including myself and I hated it.

I didn’t know why I felt so drawn to her young ass or why I even started fucking with her to begin with. She had the gift of gab and could make any nigga bow down and give her whatever it was her pretty ass desired. She got on all fours and crawled to the end of the stage and got in some strange nigga’s face. He had a big ass stack in his hands as he urged her to work hard for every single dollar he had to offer and that she succeeded at. She did the splits with her back turned to his face and made each cheek jump to the beat of the loud music. I could tell she was in a zone and got high off the crowd pumping her up. Standing to her feet, she turned to face him and winded all the way down until she was in a squatting position, pussy popping in that nigga’s face.

When his stack of money was gone, she seductively walked away back to the center of the stage and removed her bra, allowing her perky C-cup breasts to sit up at attention. She climbed all the way up the pole until she was touching the club ceiling. Everyone kept their eyes glued to her as she spun around and twerked and made love to the pole. When she got halfway down the pole, she slid down fast and landed on the stage with her legs split open, ass shaking. It caused all these grown men to throw all their cash and her to smile wide.

When the set was over, she slowly switched her hips off the stage as the club workers scrambled to the stage with trash bags picking up all the money, she made in less than fifteen minutes. I stood up, tucked my gun, and made my way to the back of the club.

“Hey Keem, when you gon’ let me take care of yo’ sexy ass?” A beautiful chocolate stripper asked as she slid her G-string over her apple bottom. I smiled and winked my eyes and made my way all the way to the back of the locker room. Seductive had her own dressing room since she was the highest-paid stripper.

Instead of knocking, I opened the door and frowned when I saw her sniffing a line of powder. Stomping her way, I knocked the rolled-up one-dollar bill out of her hand and blew all the cocaine off her weed tray.

“The fuck you on man.” I pulled my pants up, I could feel my jaw clench tight as I stared into her pretty brown eyes. As bad as I wanted her, I knew I couldn’t have her in this kind of way. Her sexy slim body was glistening, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her naked body.

“Why don’t you stop playing the overprotective fake big brother role and get you some of this good ass pussy Keem.” She purred, I ran my hands through my wild curly hair and just looked at her with nothing to say.

“Kachella, you really tripping man. If ya sister, nah fuck that. If your dad knew what the fuck you were up to, he would shoot this whole fuckin’ place up and bury you himself.” I sighed and leaned against her vanity. I could smell her sweet scent, as she stood to her feet and went to open her duffle bag.