behind the curtain as he tried to peek inside the room.
“He’ll leave. But please don’t open the door,” said Mandy. She was in fear of an ultimate beat down.
“Go hide in the bathroom while I get rid of him,” said Krazy. He waited as Mandy scooped her clothes up and scurried toward the bathroom.
Trey decided he would finish getting his dick sucked in the meantime. He grabbed up his clothes, then followed Mandy in the bathroom.
Krazy snatched the door open wildly. He was standing face to face with a huge, thick-neck cracker who weighed every bit of three hundred pounds. He looked up at the muscle-faced cracker and put his murda mask on, even despite only wearing his boxers, tube socks, and Nike Cortez.
“Where is she?” asked the man as he looked over Krazy’s shoulder in attempt to scan the room.
“Where’s who?” asked Krazy.
“Mandy, my fuckin’ wife!”
“Listen, ole boy, I don’t know who the hell you’re talkin’ about, but ain’t no Mandy here.”
“Oh, no? Then why are her panties on the sofa?” asked the man.
Before Krazy could turn to look, the cock-strong cracker lowered his head and bull-rushed him back into the room. The blow of the man’s head knocked the wind out of Krazy. He stumbled backward and crashed into the center of the coffee table.
“Mandy, you bitch! Get your ass out here now. I know you in here, ’cause I can smell ya!” shouted the man.
Krazy came to his senses. He groaned as he rolled off the shattered table.
“Robert, I can explain,” Mandy pleaded, as she inched her way out of the bathroom, half naked.
“Oh, you bet your ass you got some explaining to do. You can tell the good Lord all about it when you see him, ’cause I’m about to kill your ass.” Robert spread his arms wide as he closed in on Mandy, cornering her in the front room.
“Please, Robert,” pleaded Mandy as she closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact of Robert’s bear claw.
Boom! Boom!
Robert’s heavy frame crashed forward, hitting the floor hard. He grunted and squirmed in pain from the two back shots. Trey and Mandy looked up at Krazy, who had his gun pointed at Robert’s head.
“Ahh!” screamed Mandy at the top of her lungs. She knelt down to tend to Robert.
“You didn’t have to shoot him!” she yelled while cradling Robert in her arms. “Baby, I am so sorry. Please get up. Please,” she begged her husband. All Robert could do was groan in agony from the two .25 shells lodged in his spine.
Trey’s eyes were bucked with fear. He hurriedly rushed over to Krazy and grabbed his arm, lowering the gun to his side.
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