Excerpt:
Jossette looked down at Victor’s huge cock. Her eyes widened. Victor saw in her face the appearance of terror as she looked at it.
“It is so huge.”
Victor said, “We will not do this today. You are not ready. I am not ready.”
Jossette’s expression turned to that of relief. She whispered, “I am sorry.”
“There is no reason to be. My slutty Jane will take care of this funny business later. (Jane was a reference to his right hand and masturbation.) But I will think of you. I will think of you standing here. I will think of the love in your eyes. I will always think of you, for I love you.”
Hearthville Serial 3
What Happened To Victor:
A Paranormal Suspense Gangster Horror
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2019
All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 1
The past … 2015
Nervously, Victor and Jossette stood together at the piano in the attic room, face to face, naked. Their eyes sparkled with love. Their hearts pounded in anticipation.
Jossette looked down at Victor’s huge cock. Her eyes widened. Victor saw in her face the appearance of terror as she looked at it.
“It is so huge.”
Victor said, “We will not do this today. You are not ready. I am not ready.”
Jossette’s expression turned to that of relief. She whispered, “I am sorry.”
“There is no reason to be. My slutty Jane will take care of this funny business later. (Jane was a reference to his right hand and masturbation.) But I will think of you. I will think of you standing here. I will think of the love in your eyes. I will always think of you, for I love you.”
Just as Jossette and Victor were about to get dressed, Rita with Rachel barged though the beaded curtain into the attic room. Rachel had a big black belt in one hand and a rifle in the other hand. Rita carried a baseball bat for Rachel. Rita had a large brown pocketbook with long straps draped across her neck and shoulders and hanging down to her hip.
Rachel screamed, “You son a bitch. I knew you were no good. Fucking with my boy and now with my niece. I will kill you. I will kill you, you son of a bitch.”
Rachel took the butt of her shotgun and knocked Victor in the mouth with it.
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Victor formed two fist and showed his fist in a stance fitting for a boxer. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Victor, with a splatter of blood dripping from his mouth, stared at Mark who seemed to appear out of no where. Victor wasn’t sure what to say to Mark.
Rita laughed. “You hurt her? What a joke! She has a shot gun that I loaded it for her.”
Mark took Victor’s hand that Victor still held up as a fist. “You need to get out of here.”
Rita struck Mark in the stomach with the baseball bat. The bat popped Mark’s cellphone from his pocket as Rita pulled it back from his stomach. The phone flew across the room. His hand flung away from Victor’s hand. He grabbed his stomach with both hands and stumbled backwards with his mouth open in a grimace of pain. Rachel gave Rita the shotgun. “Don’t you shoot my boy.” Rachel took the baseball bat but it was the belt she began to use. She hit Victor in the butt. She struck the belt across his cock. She struck the belt across his stomach repeatedly.
Victor grabbed the belt and began trying to pull it away from Rachel. Rita cocked the rifle and pointed it at Victor’s head. Rita screamed, “I will shoot you. Let go of the belt.”
Rachel yanked the belt out of Victor’s hand. Again, she began to strike Victor. Jossette grabbed the belt. She screamed, “Aunt. Stop. Nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen. Stop.”
Mark grabbed his mom. “Stop. You are crazy on drugs right now. Stop.”
Rita screamed, “I will shoot Victor. I will shoot them. You two back off.”
Naked, bleeding, in pain, Victor took off running. He went through the beaded curtain and began down the top staircase. Rachel knocked Jossette and Mark away from her. She took off after Victor. “You horny son of a bitch, you will not get away from me. I will kill you.”
Jossette and Mark screamed, “Victor, run. Run. Get the hell out of here. She is crazy.”
Rita used the rifle to begin trying to force Jossette and Mark into a closet. She poked them with the rifle.
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Mark said, “You don’t know what you are doing. The rifle could go off by accident. You don’t want to kill us.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. But keep trying me and you will find out.”
Mark began fighting to get the rifle away from Rita. He said, “Damn. She is strong. She is not normally this strong. Her strength is weird.”
Jossette also fought to free the rifle from Rita’s hands. Still, dodging Rita’s pokes and aiming of the rifle, they backed into the empty closet. Rita jumped back out of the closet and slammed the door closed with Jossette and Mark inside of it. She turned a skeleton key in the door to lock it.
The split second click, click, sound of the lock’s tumbler was an eerie sound, The feel of the doorknob in Jossette’s hand suddenly became stuck, frozen. Jossette sank as she released the doorknob. “I can’t turn it. We can’t save Victor.”
Mark tried to turn the doorknob. He reached for his cellphone that had been in his pocket. “Where is my phone? I know I had it.”
Jossette said, “It flew across the room when Rita hit you in the stomach.” I am still naked so I don’t have my phone either.”
“Fuck.”
Rita heard them talking. She laughed. “We are going to kill Victor and there is not a thing the two of you can do about it.”
Mark said, “You will go to prison.”
“Neither of you will talk to the police. Mark, your father runs a crime syndicate. If you even think about talking to the police we will say it was you and your father who killed Victor. Who do think the police would want to put in prison more, little innocent me or your gangster father.”
Rita grabbed Victor’s clothes and shoes off of the attic room floor. Holding the rifle and Victor’s things, Rita ran to reach Rachel and Victor.
Rachel caught up with Victor on the second flight of stairs. She began to hit him with the baseball bat. He fell. He tumbled. He rolled to the base of the staircase. Rita ran down the stairs and to where Rachel stood over Victor who was unconscious.
Rachel said, “Help me to get him up. We will carry him and put him in the boot of his car. I don’t want to kill him here.”
Rita nodded. She adjusted her brown pocketbook that hung around her neck. She pulled his keys from his pants pocket and put them in the pocket of her pants. She threw Victor’s clothes on top of him and propped the rifle up against the wall as Rachel walked to open the door to outside. Together they picked Victor up, swinging his limp body between them as they carried him out the door.
Rita said, “If we kill Victor, Mark and Jossette will talk. I told them we would frame Mark and your x-husband if they even think about talking to the law.”
“If we even tried that, Arthur would kill us. It would not work anyway. We have to hide Victor’s body so that it is not found. Then we have to convince Mark and Jossette that Victor got away from us. We will have to create convincing evidence that he ran away. We will not be able to deny the fight. I caught Victor about to fuck Jossette so I don’t have a reason to deny the fight. But we must say that he got away from me.”
Rita nodded. “Okay.”
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