Raunchy 2 (21 page)

In The House

When the boys walked into the house, they could smell the stench of another sexual escapade and they were devastated. How could a woman be so horrid that she would fuck up a good thing she didn’t deserve? Mr. Nice Guy wasn’t rich, but he was a provider and he would have gladly taken care of her and her two sons. Madjesty didn’t understand. His mind couldn’t wrap around what she was doing. As far as he could tell Mr. Nice Guy was great and most of all, he loved him.

What also bothered the twins, but especially Madjesty, was her apparent need to fuck on the family sofa as opposed to her own room, subjecting them to her lustful acts on a consistent basis. In her mind her reasoning was clear, she shared the bedroom with Ramsey, and she didn’t want to take the chance of one of her male whores leaving something behind that Ramsey would later find once returning home. No. Sex in her room was out of the question and she didn’t care what her children thought of it.

Trying to walk past their mother who was on the couch ‘getting her life’, hurt. But when they saw Mr. Bad Guy’s face their hearts dropped. What was it about him that drew her? The answer was simple. He reminded her of every man who’d ever took advantage of her body starting with her uncle all the way to her current beau.

Harmony’s knees dug into the cushions as her arms draped over the back of the couch as he pounded her relentlessly from behind. He scowled as he moved in and out of her pussy as if he hated the bitch. Madjesty was taken aback by the stone look on his face and wondered if he liked what he was doing to his mother. If he enjoyed what he felt.

The expression on Harmony’s face was quite different. A smile kept her lips company as she backed into each of his heavy thrusts. When she wasn’t getting it good enough, she spread her ass cheeks apart and demanded that he go deeper...and deeper…harder and harder. The tingling sensation running through her vagina held her attention and nothing else mattered. Then she saw her kids. The two fuck ups who always knew how to mess up a wet dream. Her lips turned upside down into a frown as she wiped sweat off her forehead.
They weren’t supposed to be home.
They were early.
“What are ya’ll doing here?” Harmony said. Mr. Bad Guy peered at

the boys saying nothing. He decided that both of them were faggies in the making and didn’t want to speak to either of them. “I thought you were staying out.”

“We were, mama.” Jayden said. He could feel his body trembling.

Harmony didn’t like to be interrupted during sex and they both knew it. “Well why ya’ll here then?”
“We just left…Wagner.” Madjesty offered.
In that instant…in that moment…he wished he never learned his

name.
Hearing Wagner’s name, Harmony turned around to look at Mr. Bad
Guy as he leveled a dark expression her way. Rising up, he stood over
top of her like a giant. His eyes squinted closely together and the muscles
in his arm buckled as he cracked his knuckles. The boys felt something
awful was going to happen because the tension in the room went from
dark to heavy in less than five seconds.
“So you fucking that nigga?” He said slapping her with a backhand. Blood flew from her mouth and dampened the sofa. Harmony tried to
hide from his next action but he kept her put with his presence. She didn’t
dare move another inch fearing what he might do next.
“No…I’m not…”
“When we met him at the bar,” he interrupted, pointing a long finger
in her face, “you said he was a friend of Ramsey’s! Said he wasn’t interested in you and that he was in love with his wife!”
Harmony brought her knees into her chest and appeared to curl up
into a ball. “He is, baby. The boys must be mistaken. I would never…” He grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped any further words.
“You fucked him!” He yelled in her face. The same face that held his dick
for an hour a few moments earlier. “You fucked him didn’t you?” He
released her and crashed his fist into her face.
Harmony felt off balance as she tried to get away from him. Putting
one of her feet on the floor, he stopped her before she could move another. Grabbing her by her hair he balled his fist up again, preparing to jam
it into her stomach. “Please! Don’t do this!”
“Bitch, I told you I wasn’t about to have another woman step out on
me! Didn’t I tell you that?!”
The force of his fist entering her stomach had come so quickly she
almost didn’t believe it happened. And before she knew it she was met
with a barrage of blows. The boys were so stunned; all they could do was
watch.
“Not in front of my kids,” she managed to say. “Please don’t do this
in front of them.”
Madjesty wondered did she want him to truly stop for their sake, or
was it an attempt to get free. Either way his heart pounded in his chest
and he wished the mad man would stop before he killed her. “Why you giving my pussy away? Huh?!”
Over and over he beat Harmony and there was nothing the twins
could do but watch. Madjesty said the wrong thing, and as a result, a
man who was drunk and incapable of knowing when he’d gone too far
was killing his mother.
When Jayden saw her head move around loosely as if it were no
longer attached to her neck, he could no longer remain silent. “You’re
hurting her! Stop it!” He yelled.
As the beating continued, Madjesty was too entranced to say anything. Because something suddenly overcame him, something he couldn’t
describe into words if someone asked. It started out as small flutters in
his stomach and turned into a tingling sensation that moved throughout
his body. Small bumps rose from his skin and a smile spread across his
face. She was getting what she deserved, and he was pleased. In the midst
of the violence, he found pleasure. He found the sweetness of revenge. “STOP HITTING MY MOTHER!” Jayden continued to scream. His pleas did nothing to stop his anger from festering. In the drunk’s
mind, Harmony’s wretched pussy truly belonged to him, and he would
beat her until she realized it.
Just when things couldn’t get any worse, Mr. Nice Guy comes
through the door with a bouquet of white roses and red wine. Madjesty
was no longer smiling and now was extremely worried. He didn’t want
him getting involved in any of this mess and most of all, he didn’t want
him getting hurt. Things appeared to move in slow motion at this moment.
Seeing Harmony near death, Madjesty watched as the white roses
dropped to the floor followed by the crashing of the bottle of red wine.
The peddles on the flowers went from white to red as Mr. Nice Guy
moved quickly toward Mr. Bad guy on a mission. At first Mr. Bad Guy
didn’t see him. How could he? He was focused on murdering Harmony
Phillips. But when he attempted to collide into her jaw using his fist
again, it was stopped by Mr. Nice Guy’s massive hand. His fingers swallowed Mr. Bad’s fist as if it were never there to begin with and his fit
body shadowed Mr. Bad’s like a building over a block. The two of them
fought tooth and nail for a woman who was not their own. They fought
for a whore, who wasn’t fitting to take care of her own children. Yet
they’d fallen under her spell and could do nothing about it now. In all truthfulness it wasn’t their fault. Harmony even in her drunkest
state was a seductress with the ability to make a man feel like he was the
only one in the world. That when he was with her, nothing else mattered. Mr. Nice Guy was pretty good with the hands and was getting the
best of Mr. Bad. Blood was splattered everywhere as Mr. Nice punished
him with the use of several gut punches and a few more upper cuts. When on hands and knees Mr. Bad Guy crawled to the recliner
where his pants and jacket hung over the edge, Mr. Nice Guy let him go.
In his heart of hearts he was a good person and couldn’t beat a man who
wasn’t willing to fight him straight up. Unlike the animalistic behavior
that Mr. Bad Guy exhibited moments earlier, he would not exact the same
revenge. He was human and a good man and he would always play fair.
Besides as long as Harmony was alive, he would let sleeping dogs lie. “Get your things and go.” Mr. Nice said, breathing heavily as he
looked down upon him. “And don’t ever come back here again. Ever!” Turning his attention away from him, Mr. Nice Guy picked up Harmony’s limp body off the couch. Blood weighed heavily on her eyelashes
and he wiped it away with his large fingers hoping she would open her
eyes. When she did, he smiled.
“You okay?” He asked, in that country voice the boys grew to love. She nodded and smiled. “Thank you.”
Mr. Nice Guy was preparing to take her to the hospital when he felt
a pain shoot through his shoulder followed by another through his lower
back. Unable to hold her anymore, she dropped to the couch as he fell to
the floor. On his knees with wide eyes, he fell face first to his death. He
died instantly.
Madjesty pissed where he stood, as Jayden passed out cold. Silence
had stolen any voice Madjesty had and his lips trembled. He’d seen a
man get murdered and he would never be the same.
Mr. Nice Guy’s blood poured from his body and onto the filthy
wooden floor.
“OH MY GOD!” Harmony sobbed, her face severely bruised.
“YOU…YOU KILLED HIM!”
“Yeah but you made me do it!” He yelled pointing at her, gun still in
his hand. “All because you’re a fucking whore!”
“I didn’t make you do nothing!” She cried harder. “You can’t put
me in this! I’ma tell the police! I’ma tell ‘em what you did.” When she said that he aimed at her and pulled the trigger, but he
didn’t have any bullets left. She fell backwards onto the couch, holding
her chest, knowing that she’d gotten away with her life. As a reminder of
the blessing, she looked on the floor at the dead man to her left. “You one lucky, bitch!” Mr. Bad Guy laughed walking up to her.
“Now go wipe your face. We got a body to get rid of.”