24. Blythe #2
“What, what are you talking about?” I frowned completely confused.
“Your bitch of a mother killed my uncle. After his failed attempt at raping you. My mother told him all would be forgiven for marrying that black bitch if he raped you. She wanted your family to suffer. Suffer for taking her brother away. But that bitch fought back and killed him. Not even my grandfather throwing the max time at her healed our family. So, me being friends with Brayden seemed like the perfect plan. Slowly I got him addicted to drugs, so much so he would beg for me to give him money. He was deep in debt. Another one of the Livingston’s broken down.
But I needed to finish, I needed to break you.
So, I told Brayden his debt would be paid if I could have you for one night, just one.
I told him if he didn’t agree I would kill you and your mother and that fat bitch of an aunt.
He didn’t even hesitate to sale that sweet little virgin pussy like it was up for auction.
Oh, what fun it was to pop that little sweet black cherry.
Best fuckin pussy I ever had.” He licked his lips and my body shuddered from the chill of his words and the crisp air.
“And then my stepfather. That son of a bitch. He got her out of jail for you!” He paced the floor slapping the flogger against his hand roughly.
“When my mom found out that he was spending time with you she lost it. From day one she knew. She never trusted his ass. But I promise he will meet you and the rest of your family in hell.” My mind was racing a mile a minute.
Wylder was Linda’s son. How the fuck didn’t we know this?
He wasn’t in any family photos, and they never said anything about each other.
This was insane. My family had been the target of a sick and cruel retaliation because my momma married a white man.
This had to be a bad dream. No way they went this far because of that.
“This has all been the perfect opportunity to gain my mother’s love back.
For so long she abandoned me, leaving me to find my way alone.
But when she called to help her, I jumped right on it.
And now after I fuck you one last time and deliver your body to her, we will be one step closer to ridding our lives of the terrible Livingston family.
” I shook my head processing all this dumb shit.
“So let me get this straight. Yall hate us because we are black? Even though your mother married a black man.”
“You shut the fuck up! I didn’t tell you to speak.”
Whap! Whap!
“Ssss!” I hissed in pain. The strikes didn’t hurt as much as they had before, or maybe I was feeling stronger knowing all this shit that was happening to my family stimmed from one psychotic family. “Why are you angry Wylder? Because it sounds stupid as hell when you say it out loud?”
Whap! Whap!
“Shut the hell up you black bitch.” He jumped up on the table straddling my legs. I laid there flat with anger etched on my face. Praying that if I die somebody finds their whole family and makes them suffer.
“I’ve had enough!” He reached for the button of is pants and lifted to pull them down along with his tight white underwear. I gagged at the sight; I could feel what was left of my alcohol rising to the top. “I am gonna fuck you in every hole until you have nothing else smart to say!”
He reached down and untied one of my legs forcefully. I kicked fiercely once I was loose. I wasn’t going out without a fight. He raised his hand and slapped me across my face so forcefully I felt my body still temporarily.
“Yea that’s what I fuckin’ thought!” He yelled in my face, forcing his weight on top of me. I closed my eyes tight bracing for him to enter me.
“Get the fuck off her!” I heard what sounded like bone cracking before I felt lighter. Like Wylder’s body was no longer on top of me. I opened my eyes quickly knowing that voice so well.
Pharaoh! He came for me. My brain was still foggy from the impact of the slap, but I could focus enough to see Pharaoh raining down blow after blow on Wylder.
With each heavy blow I could hear bones breaking.
He was punching viciously like he hated him more than I did.
Wylder wasn’t moving. His limbs hung loosely and flapped around like a fish out of water.
I knew he was inches away from death. But I didn’t want it to end this way.
I wanted my lick back. I needed my lick back.
“Pharaoh!” He stopped mid punch and looked my way. anger deep in his eyes. I know he wanted to kill him, but I need him to let me do it. “No baby.” Was all I could whisper out. His frown slowly faded before he let Wylder’s body fall and stood to come to me.
He unbuckled the restraints and helped me lift off the table.
I stood carefully and looked up into his eyes.
The eyes of the man that had me captivated since the day I stumbled on to the elevator.
The man that had come into my life and shown me it’s okay to just be a lady.
No need for the tough exterior because he was my protector and shield.
My eyes watered at the sight of him as he wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to bury my face in his chest and cry.