50. Ream
Chapter Fifty
REAM
I sat in a meeting with about three hot producers and the whole team that I had in charge of running my record company.
Shit was boring, all they did was pitch ideas and present upcoming, underground artist. I had a long meeting before this one I was in with Solo and the new niggas he had brought on to the dynasty.
My mind kept going back to Mattea and how it had been four days since I got to see are talk to her.
I thought about popping up at her house but was tired of forcing myself upon her.
A tap at the glass door got everyone’s attention as Ms. Summers fine as strutted in looking plump in delicious.
Her perfume filled the room and when she made eye contact with me, I saw that same look that Crystal and Kat had when they would look at me.
“Mr. Powers, sorry to interrupt. There’s a lady demanding that she speak to you immediately.
I told her to make an appointment, but she refused.
She’s being very loud and obnoxious down in the lobby.
She said it was a family emergency concerning your god kids.
” Summers spoke fast, like she was shaken up.
My mind went to Solace’s wife, and I had to shake the thought because I still was in contact with her.
She never questioned what happened to her husband.
She actually seemed relieved, so I had to think long and hard on who the fuck had the balls to come up to my shit and demand to see me.
I shook hands with everybody then buttoned my suit jacket and excused myself.
I told Summers to have security bring her to my office.
Entering my office, I took a seat and lit a blunt, turning in my chair, I took in the city view of downtown Los Angeles.
The streets were littered with people, and everybody seemed like they were in a rush to make it somewhere today.
It was Friday, nearing five p.m. traffic was congested and all you heard was people honking their horns like it would get them to where they were going faster.
“Ream!” I cringed before I turned around to acknowledge her.
I told her never to return or make herself seen.
Taking a long hit from my blunt, I turned and my office chair and placed my gaze on Kat.
All I could do was look disappointed, Kat was once a sexy plus size chick and now she looked like a fucking crack head.
Her light complexion had dark spots all over, she smelled like piss and shit. Her hair was unkempt and matted down.
“Katrina.” I said lowly. I didn’t feel bad for her at all, how could a person be so fucking weak and selfish when it came to their kids.
“Oh, Ream! I missed you so fucking much baby!” She fell to the ground and started to sob. I remained seated and unmoved. It was clear to me that Kat was no longer sniffing cocaine, she upgraded to either smoking the shit or trying a new drug.
“Leave us for a couple of minutes. Y’all can stand outside my office, until I get y’all.” I told my security as I stood up and removed my suit jacket. They quickly nodded their heads and turned for the door.
“I told you pussy ass bitches that he knew me!” she yelled and smiled. It never ceased to amaze me how a dope addict could go from crying to smiling in a matter of seconds. Once the door closed, I pulled my gun from its holster.
“Kat, what did I tell you?” I spoke lowly as I stalked around her like she was my prey.
“I don’t remember, but Ream, I need you so bad.
You’re the only man I ever love. When you fired me, things start falling apart.
I lost my babies! Children services took them and now my aunt won’t even let me see them.
” She scratched at her arm and stood back up to her feet.
The smell damn near knocked me down to my own damn knees.
I stepped back from her, but it still didn’t make the smell go away.
“I don’t have any more money and I’m living on the streets!
I will do whatever it takes for you to hire me back on.
You know I’m good with numbers.” I let her ramble on as I shot Solo a text telling him to come take care of Kat.
She was an addict but a smart one that knew too much.
There was no telling how she found out about my new label company.
Kat was desperate and in need of a quick fix, she was down bad and willing to go the extra mile to make a couple extra bucks.
In my eyes, a person like her could become a problem.
She made a huge mistake by popping up here.
“I will suck the skin off your dick like I used to Ream. I know Crystal can’t do it like me.” Just the mere thought of Crystal had me stomping over towards Kat.
“Kat, you made a big mistake. You know I have no sympathy for a weak pathetic nigga or bitch. May you rest in peace.” I stepped away from her as she kept talking and begging.
I took a seat behind my desk and let her carry on.
She stripped down naked and gave me a dope fiend show as I gave her nothing but a blank expression.
Each time she attempted to walk up to my desk, I threatened to blow her brains out.
She fussed, cursed, and then begged for about twenty more minutes until Solo walked in with a mug on his face.
Nigga loved wearing all black on hot-ass days. He looked at Kat and shook his head then stared at me.
“I told you what my intuition has been telling me about this broad since day one. I knew the day would come.” I hated to admit it, but he was right, shit him and my mom had been right all along.
He dug in his pocket and pulled out a baggie of crack rocks.
Waving it in front of Kat her eyes damn near popped out of their sockets.
“Here Kitty Kat.” I held my own laugh in as I watched him walk around my office in circles with her following him around like he was hypnotizing her. I shut down my computer and grabbed my suit jacket throwing it over my arm.
“Solo gone make sure you enjoy your last little high before he takes you on a good journey to recovery Kat. Then maybe we can talk about us when you recover from your filthy habits. You got me?” she nodded her head fast not even looking my way.
I nodded my head at Solo as we filed out of my office and down to the parking garage.
My driver was already waiting with the backseat door opened.
I watched Debo give Kat a funny look as Solo made her get in the backseat of his truck.
I told my driver to pull off as I picked up my phone and tried to call Mattea.
I knew I shouldn’t have even called her ass, but truth be told I missed her.
She didn’t answer and that prompted me to call Hakeem.
“Yo.” I could hear slurping sounds and knew this nigga was getting head from someone.
“Where has Mattea been?” I got right to it.
“Making hit records in Jamaica, I forgot to send you her new song that’s going on her mixtape shit is dope. She ohhh shitttt! Do that shit just like that Lori! Fuck!” I pulled the phone away from my ear.
“Send me the song.” My grandfather was from Jamaica, so I wondered how the fuck she got the connection to go out there and record my mind went to my mom and I shook the possibility.
“I’ll send it, she did it with that nigga Bad Mon.” I hung the phone up and waited for him to send the track over. I called my mom, and she picked up on the first ring.
“My handsome son, how can I help you?” I could hear her smiling through the phone, and it pissed me off.
“What have you been up to Ma?” I gritted.
“I take it you got the package?” She fussed a little at her guard as I tried to think on what package could she possibly be talking about.
“What package?” I asked carefully. Listening to her laugh lowly into the phone raised red flags for me.
“Oh son, I would love to chat with you, but I got to go. My massage therapist just arrived, and I need her to work all the kinks out from my vacation in Jamaica. You should really try calling me a little more, its been almost a week since myself and my daughter in law got back from a fun ass trip. I even took her to go see pops. We made it back and had a lot of loose ends to tie up. Hey, Ms. Laila right this way.” She hung up abruptly.
I tried to call her ass back but was met with her voicemail.
I told my driver to step on it and get me home as fast as possible.
I wondered if this was the reason Mattea had been ignoring me.
If my mom fucked up some shit, I was going to be pissed to the highest degree.
I tried calling Mattea again and now she had me blocked.
I had an uneasy feeling but calmed my nerves, how the fuck did my mom and Mattea even link the fuck up?
Pulling past the gates, I had my driver let me out right in the front.
The whole ride over, I ignored the phone calls and text messages that was coming in from multiple people.
My guards opened the double doors with tight looks on their faces.
I stopped in front of the one who bit down on his bottom lip like he wanted to say something.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace.” I warned.
“Mr. Powers, there was a package delivered by your mother guards. Umm as you can see where you are standing there’s lots of blood.” I swallowed down hard and looked down at the concrete and frowned.
“We tried to tell the men to leave the package in the backyard but they ummm.”
“Spit it the fuck out.” I stated calmly willing him to hurry the fuck up.
“They left it in the front room and the smell is very pungent.” My nostrils flared as I demanded them to open the front door and let me in.
Soon as I made it past the foyer, I could smell the stench of death.
I walked further into the room and got pissed at the huge cardboard box with blood seeping out at the bottom on my expensive ass hand knotted Persian Bijar wool rug that cost me fourteen thousand dollars.
Rubbing my temples to calm myself down, I slowly walked up to the box.
Pulling my phone out because it kept vibrating, I saw it was a text from Hakeem.
Opening it up, I couldn’t hold back the smile.
He sent me a four-minute video of Mattea doing a video in Jamaica with Bad Mon and my mom doing a little two step.
She looked a little like the singer Tems with her long braids going past her waist. She had on a sexy ass two-piece short set exposing her stomach that once carried my baby.
The song was hot and sexy, and she added sex appeal to it by swaying her hips side to side.
She sang from her soul as Bad Mon added that Jamaican touch to it.
I love her. That shit popped in my head as I stood in the same spot for fifteen minutes straight replaying the video just to see her sexy face and hear her beautiful voice.
Mattea was talented and didn’t even know it.
My grandfather would’ve loved her and seeing how free and happy my mom looked in the video being that she just lost her father had a nigga tearing up.
All the anger left me, I kept replaying the ending of the video when her and my mom hugged.
They were both in the beautiful clear sea in bathing suits as the song came to an end.
The name of the song was called My Purpose and I knew she was thinking of me with some of the lyrics.
My mom never took to any female, I ever brought around.
So, for her to take Mattea out to Jamaica spoke volumes.
I looked at the box and raised my brows at it.
Who the fuck could be inside? Tucking my phone, I went to get some gloves and walked back into the front room.
Gliding my key across the duct tape to open it up, my eyes landed on Crystal’s sawed-off head.
She had a note on her forehead, I snatched it off and smiled at the words.
Reaper: This is something similar to what can happen to you if you ever play me Ream.
You started knocking down walls and got me wide open, I hate it but love it at the same time.
Since a bitch was watching me so hard, I decided to handle your lightweight.
Now all I ask for is a little space. Doing this kind of shit puts me in a certain mood.
Tucking the paper in my pocket, I shot my clean-up crew a message to come pick this fucking box up and throw it in the furnace.
I went to take a shower and throw on something casual.
Mattea would learn today that when she went around doing shit like this without consulting with me first would cause a punishment from The Ruler.
I also wanted to be there for her. She had that shit bad pushing people away when she went into that dark phase.
That shit wasn’t healthy. She had enough time to sit and be alone, now it was time for me to bring her back to the light and feel good about herself.
I knew it was my mom’s crazy ass idea to have Crystal cut up.
Her hate for that girl started when I was in college.
I knew it was right up my mother’s alley to go along and plot some shit behind my back to kill Crystal.
I couldn’t even be mad at her and Mattea, I wanted Crystal dead too.
I just wanted her ass to suffer and mourn the loss of her parents for a while.
What I didn’t need though was for my mom and Mattea to start hanging out and being a bad influence on each other.
They both were nutty as hell and Mattea was a lot like my mom and so many ways that it sometimes was crazy and funny.
Mattea was fearless and she didn’t kiss ass, so that’s what probably brought her and my mom close.
How could I go wrong when my two favorite women was starting to click good and get along?