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Mother‑in‑law, who had been so elegantly dressed, now had her hair slightly disheveled from running.
Her magenta lace fish‑tail dress was stretched tight across the two volleyball‑sized breasts that made the fabric strain as if it would burst.
Her huge, rippling breasts bounced with every step, like two quivering cakes of Jell‑O hidden under the pink fabric.
The fleshy waves and exaggerated jiggle were enough to fire any man’s blood.
Her slim, soft waist twisted from side to side, and her full, mature hips swayed, the tight dress outlining the huge round buttocks that occasionally swung out.
The lace‑patterned lining, smooth and thin, clung to her bottom like a layer of pink cling film sealing in that plump flesh.
If not for the color, it would look like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Her size‑36 grey‑stockinged feet, in 10‑centimeter glossy pink heels, stepped lightly, her fish‑tail skirt swaying.
Every few steps, a bit of smooth, smoky‑grey silk‑clad calf flickered into view under the hem and then disappeared again, the half‑hidden glimpse exuding an endless, mature allure.
“Lydia, don’t be rash, listen to me…” Running in those heels was hard enough, but Mother‑in‑law had rushed so frantically that her breathing was still heaving.
Nick released her hand and stroked her back gently to calm her, then looked seriously at my mother.
“Aunt Lydia, Mom’s afraid Dad’s heart might give out under this stress and brought his medicine.” My mother nodded but glared at Nick.
“Your mother’s in heels and a tight dress.
Why drag her over?
You couldn’t bring the medicine yourself?” “Uh… I was in a hurry and forgot.” Nick scratched his head with a silly grin.
“Anyway, the medicine isn’t the main thing.
I can help you rescue my dad.” “You?” Her eyes narrowed in doubt, then flicked down to the thick muscles visible under his T‑shirt.
She shook her head.
“Nick, saving someone isn’t just about brute force.” Bang!
“Fuck your mother!
Think I’m dead?” Hiding behind my father‑in‑law in the corner, Larry fired a shot into the air and swore viciously, his eyes feral.
“You!
You, and you…” “You two big‑titted sluts with perky asses, and the big black guy and the pretty boy get over here!
One more word out of anyone and I’ll shoot this old man in the arm first.” His sudden crazed rant made us all exchange looks.
“Stop!” He barked again when we were a few steps away.
My father‑in‑law’s face was ashen.
“Brother, name your price.
We can talk.” “Don’t be impulsive, anything can be negotiated.” We all thought Larry wanted to use my father‑in‑law for leverage partly to escape, partly to demand ransom.
None of us realized he was a total sociopath.
Whack!
He slammed the pistol butt into my father‑in‑law’s nose and mouth.
My father‑in‑law screamed, blood streaming.
“Gerald!” Mother‑in‑law cried out and tried to rush forward, but my mother held her back.
Larry sneered, eyes flashing with madness.
“Think money makes you special?
Can money buy your life?
Huh?
Answer me!” He jammed the gun against my father‑in‑law’s temple, finger playing on the trigger, pressing and releasing, while his arm tightened around his neck.
My father‑in‑law wiped the blood from his face, growing paler.
“I am Lydia Yue, political and legal affairs chief of this city.
Tell me what you want.
Do not hurt the hostage.” My mother took a step forward, brows furrowed.
This man was clearly mentally unstable; her earlier plan suddenly seemed uncertain.
Bang!
A shot cracked past her head, shattering a light in the ceiling.
My knees nearly buckled, but I clenched my teeth and rushed forward to protect her.
Nick, faster than me, planted himself in front of her, glaring at the gunman.
“Hey, asshole, if you’re unhappy, take it out on me.” Hearing the word “asshole,” I was sure Nick would be shot on the spot.
Instead, Larry withdrew the gun a bit and cursed back.
“Fuck your mother, you big black mule.
Why should I listen to you?” “Fuck, you call me out and I have to come?
You think your little dick is enough to fuck my mom?
You wish!” Watching Nick trade insults with a psychopath, I worried Larry would fire without warning and tugged at my mother’s sleeve.
“Mom…” She gave Nick a shove and whispered, “Don’t mess around.
Your dad is still in his hands.
Don’t provoke him.” Nick used her push to “stumble” a step closer, his hand behind his back flashing five fingers a silent countdown.
We instantly understood he was trying to inch closer.
My mother’s eyes changed slightly, a hint of appreciation shining through her earlier irritation.
She turned her head and murmured to me.
“Knife.” I swallowed, then, under cover of Nick’s tall body, passed the spring knife from my pocket to my mother.
Bang!
Larry fired another shot at Nick’s feet, making him jump.
My mother took half a step forward, hiding her hand behind her back.
“Stay where you are.
I don’t want to talk to you officials.
You’re all lying vampires.” She glanced at the deranged man, then patted Nick’s shoulder, slipping the knife into his palm instead.
Her eyes stayed cold and focused.
“I can let you walk out of here and guarantee your life.” But Larry’s antisocial personality was too deep to respond to reason.
He slammed the pistol butt into my father‑in‑law’s face again, shouting.
“Liar!
Who told you to talk?
Who told you to talk?!” As he ranted, I saw Nick use the distraction to tuck the knife into his waistband, then wrap an arm around my mother’s shoulders, pulling her into his chest right in front of me.
My mother stiffened, but didn’t push him away.
I was grinding my teeth when he waved at Mother‑in‑law.
“Mom, you come too.” Standing behind them, I was still confused when my mother turned her head.
“Helen, come here.” She used the turn to shoot me a reassuring glance.
Mother‑in‑law bit her lip and stepped to Nick’s other side, his arm sliding around her waist.
On Nick’s right, my mother’s old‑fashioned suit couldn’t hide the proud twin peaks of her chest or her elegant, beautiful face.
On his left, my mother‑in‑law’s bust was just as large but softer, less firm than my mother’s.
Her famously fertile hips, enhanced by the tight fish‑tail skirt, made her backside a weapon of mass distraction.
With both mature beauties in his arms, Nick lifted his chin at the gunman.
“Hey, dumbass, what do you think of my two babes?” Even knowing he was playing a part, hearing him call my mother and mother‑in‑law “my babes” made my blood boil.
He was clearly using this as an excuse to take advantage of them.
And he wasn’t done.
Looking back toward the door, he nodded at Diana.
“See that one by the door?
She’s mine too.
Those legs, man, when I throw them over my shoulders, they’re the perfect set of bedposts.” Back then, I took “babe” as just Hong Kong slang for girlfriend.
Later, when I learned the term originally meant “chamber pot” or “piss pot” in some old dialect, I realized why that word had sounded so grating at the time.
“Bullshit!” “I don’t believe you!” “How could a black bastard like you?
Why?
I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, I’ll kill you all!” Illustrations Posted on subscribestar ———————————————————– Read Exclusive subscribestar at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead To read Ahead go to my subscribestar subscribestar.adult/fallenhead This novel has 35 chapters on subscribestar ———————————————————–