Page 26 of Grand Master

“Does all of this stem from your parent’s?” I cringed at my question hoping that I didn’t overstep. I didn’t intend to change his mood or make him mad, but I had to know. This creation was by far amazing and beautiful in every way. There was a purpose that fueled it as well.

“Always remember…you’re not my therapist but I can be yours. Mira.” He said in a warning tone.

“I created the first version of Owlette in one of my pop’s trap houses as I mentioned...” He said it like it annoyed him to repeat what he had already said.

“I didn’t know how to properly take care of the flower…

I also didn’t have any test dummies to test it out on, so I became my own lab rat.

I first noted that it made me feel very focused.

It kept my mind off the negatives in my young life.

It also helped me with the altered thoughts that I suffered from.

It fixed my impulsive mood swings, but I also noted that all of those things would wear off fast. It wasn’t until after my parents’ deaths years later, I was able to create and have the money and means to create a better flower.

My friend Nemesis assisted a lot. I was able to get it right, but I needed somewhere safe and secure to operate.

I wish Owlette was what it is now back then.

.. I would have been able to save my parents by force.

It wouldn’t have mattered to me if they wanted to or not.

” His shoulders slightly dropped in defeat as he said the last sentence.

“I’m pretty sure they would be proud of you. You’re brilliant, Grand. This is so much to take in, but I love it,” I replied honestly.

I blinked up at him trying to reconcile the man who stomped Darius to death without flinching with visible emotions. I was standing in front of a man who kidnapped people, forced them to get clean. This garden under earth that he built took my breath away. It was as Grand as his name was.

“My mother’s name was Josephine; she was beautiful full of life.

She loved science. She used to brag about her grades to me, perhaps it was to encourage me to do good in school when I was able to go.

I took a liking to science from all the books she used to buy me.

Next, I asked her to buy me certain things that I would need to start a science lab in my room—” His words trailed off as a group full of people in white lab coats moved along the aisles in the distance.

Quietly they tended to rows of flowers, some checked monitors. They talked amongst each other; I also noticed that they all were black women and men.

“My mom would have been proud of me, Mira. My pops would have did any and everything to stop all of this. He was the king of L.A. He had a great connect, he took pride in ruining his own people.” Grand spat with disgust.

He flicked his finger over his nose then tugged at his beard in frustration.

“What do you think about all of this?” He asked.

I already told you, Grand… I think this shit is unreal and beautifully amazing at the same damn time!

I paused for a minute before answering and wondered if it really mattered what I thought. Grand asking me what I thought meant that maybe my opinion mattered. But then again, it probably didn’t since he had me chained up.

“You make something that helps people…I think that it should be optional whether or not they accept your help or not. You can’t force people to change. It’s still kidnapping against their will.” I said slowly.

“It’s called saving.” He stated flatly. He had a comical look of annoyance on his face.

“What you’re doing down here is wonderful…however you chaining me to you like an animal is wrong. It makes it hard to see the overall goodness of it all…plus you kill people in cold blood.” I stated more firmly.

My breath caught in my throat; Grand yanked his chained wrist until it pulled me close to him.

I shuttered as my body instantly heated up from him closing the distance between us.

His hand grabbed a handful of my ass as he looked me right in the eyes.

His breath fanned across my face causing a shiver to run down my spine.

“You shouldn’t think too hard about the same man that had you paying rent to pay his kids tuition. Besides, I’ve killed men for less. I don’t give a fuck about something making me look good. I do it because I want to, and nobody will stop me.” He gritted out.

“I help who I choose and keep what’s mine.” He bent down and captured my top and bottom lip between his teeth.

I hated the moan that escaped my mouth when he squeezed my ass and tugged on my bottom lip. His eyes stayed open, glued to mine as my thoughts went wild.

How many women have he obsessed over? Kept for long periods of time just to sex them, then release them? I wondered to myself.

The chain around my waist felt heavier, the lock also felt colder.

The strangest thing was the way my chest ached.

Not from the chain, nor from fear but from the twisted obsessed look that he had in his eyes.

I knew it was wrong to be turned on by his admission.

It still was wrong for a man as fine as Grand to become so smitten with me in such a possessive way that made my kitty purr with need.

“How many women, Grand?” I asked breathlessly.

“I fucked a lot of women; they love how I make them feel. I’ve only every obsessed over one…which is why I find it so difficult to punish you each time you say some out of line shit.”

I’m still going to escape whenever I get the chance…

maybe I won’t call the police…wait…what?

I was starting to confuse myself. He released my lips then suctioned them into his mouth, running his tongue across the top and bottom lip to relieve the sting from his teeth.

I sighed roughly not believing how insane this man was.

What I needed was some sort of comic relief, to laugh in order to keep from crying.

“Okay, I guess you just the fairy Godfather of all crackheads.” I rolled my eyes hard up at him then took two steps backwards.

“What did you just say, Mira?” His top lip twitched, I watched his jaw clench and thought I went too far.

“I’m pretty sure your nutty ass heard me clearly.” I couldn’t resist the urge to roll my eyes again at him.

He laughed, instantly I froze up and just gazed up at him in amazement.

Grand chuckled a lot but this…This was a real infectious laugh.

His head tilted back, and his mouth was opened showcasing his perfectly aligned teeth.

The glimpse of gold shined from his mouth as he continued to laugh from his stomach.

I don’t know why such a small moment caused me to think so deeply.

I thought about how serious he appeared to be even when he smirked after something he said.

The sharpness of his facial features and the blackness of his eyes always seemed tense.

Right now, he released comfortably in front of me.

Even the people in white lab coats paused from what they were doing to witness the laughter that echoed in the large space we were in.

“You real bold, and funny… can you cook?” He asked in a relaxed tone.

“I can cook simple things; I’m not a make everything from scratch type of person but I can make some stuff taste good.” I smiled proudly.

“Then I was right about you.” He winked at me.

He gave me his signature intense gaze, I didn’t know if this was good or bad.

“Right about what?” I raised my brow.

“I became obsessed with watching you for weeks…the sound of hearing you play that violin inside of a club full of chaos, intrigued me…” His raspy voice dropped low, he pinned me in place with a look that made my spine stiffen.

He stuffed his hands into his silk pants pocket then licked his full cinnamon lips.

“I could’ve taken you the first night I saw you…. Could’ve had my men pull you right off that stage and make you disappear before the stripper’s set ended on stage.” He continued.

My stomach tightened not knowing where he was headed with this admission. I watched his mouth curve slightly; he licked his lips and shook his head.

“I needed a solid reason…something to justify to myself so I didn’t think I was losing my mind.”

I shook my head slowly in disbelief.

“But you didn’t even know me, Grand.” My voice cracked just thinking about a strange man in the club plotting on kidnapping me.

“I know that, little owl. That’s why I came by the club week after week, to study you.

For the first time in months, I hadn’t thought about killing someone nor the debts or territories that was in self-destruct mode that I needed to fix…

It was all about you. I’d leave the club and still hear the sweet melodies from your violin in the forefront of my mind.

You played like you didn’t care if they heard you or not.

It was like you were playing for yourself…

and then something inside of me…shifted.

It was a peace I didn’t recognize, a comfort that I didn’t trust.” His raspy voice deepened.

My pulse pounded in my ears; I moved my lips to talk but nothing came out.

“Nutmeg, with a pinch of chocolate,” he murmured as his eyes dragged slowly over my face.

“That’s the color of your skin, soft puffy cheeks that warm to a crimson shade of red when you feel too overwhelmed. I saw you in my dreams the first night I left you at the club.” He smiled warmly.

His gaze locked on mine; I wanted to look away from him but couldn’t.

“Your eyes…” He tilted his head.

“They’re the same as my owls, unblinking and big. You strip me apart without touching me, Mira.” His voice dropped even lower.

“Your lips are sexy as fuck, soft and big…then there’s the rest of you….” He let his eyes trail down my chest to the rest of my body slowly and deliberately.

“You’re not fragile, you’ve got grown woman curves.

A softness that doesn’t break when I press against it.

You fill me up figuratively, you do some shit to me that I never felt before.

Your aura is raw as fuck, and that’s why I’ve been taking my time with you…

because I want to fill you all the way up.

I want to fill you to the hilt and make your soul rain down all over this dick.

” He grabbed his huge erection then bit into his bottom lip.

“That night you peed on yourself out of fear, and I traced my hand up your thick ass thighs and stopped at your pussy…I felt your essence, slippery and thick…I imagined that shit to be sweet as fuck too.” His eyes sharpened, pupils dilated.

“Then I saw the glossed overlook in your eyes at the club and became disappointed because that showed that you had a weakness. It didn’t deter me when I discovered you were on drugs.

I was the one who emptied your last bag of coke in that dark alley when Dre and Tone snatched you up.

I vowed to make it my business to save you.

You’re perfect to me, a woman has never brought authentic peace to my world without even trying.

You did that, and now I want to make your life easier, cleaner, detox you from the bullshit then build you up and help you find your purpose.

” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to my ear.

“So earlier you asked why me… I don’t know why my board and chess pieces moved in your direction.

The queen chess piece appeared on my board when I first saw you.

I’m obsessed, and I’m not ashamed of it.

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here, in my sight.

In my reach, and in my possession.” His raspy voice dampened the seat of my leggings.

I squeezed my thighs together then placed my hands on top of the metal chain that rested below my belly.

“Grand I?—”

“From this day forward…call me Kenric.”

O-kay… we on a first name basis… That made me smile softly.

“Okay, Kenric…I actually love that name, it’s different.” I complimented him seriously.

He smiled, and this smile was real not sadistic.

I discovered today that I actually loved his real smile, and his real laugh.

I shivered and it wasn’t from the coldness inside of the cold space we were in.

His words still clung to me like smoke, and it would be impossible to just wash off.

I felt his words, inhaled them. The weight of the word possession was heavy and had a deeper meaning.

“Honestly…” I sighed feeling overwhelmed.

“I don’t know what to say because this is a different kind of situation. You consider yourself saving me… I consider it something else…” My words trailed off as I tried to choose my words wisely.

“You are entitled to feel how you want to feel about it; I won’t snatch that away from you. Maybe you’ll get Stockholm syndrome after being here for so long.” He barked out a deep laugh like he told the world’s funniest joke.

“That’s not funny at all, Kenric.” I scolded him.

“I figured it wasn’t.” His face went back blank.

“Say my name again, Mira.” He urged me with a lustful intense look.

“Kenric.” I said it in a timid tone, unable to hide my blushing hard.

“Sexy as fuck.” He licked his lips, and my floodgates opened.

“Can you take me back to my room please, I want to get some rest.” I looked away quickly.

His deep chuckle sounded off again, he stood closely in front of me saying nothing for a long couple of seconds.

“I should let you rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have someone come to give you a manicure and pedicure. You’ll eat breakfast with me, then play for me before you have your interview with Staress.” He picked up his feet and walked in front of me.

I watched the chain stretch out lifting off the ground before picking up my feet and walking behind him.