Instead of Morbus going over alone to oversee Davina’s move out, he took Jordan over instead. “Alright, Davina. Get your shit and only your shit and get the fuck out of my house.”
“This is our house, Jordan”, Davina insisted.
Jordan pulled the deed out of her back pocket. “Is your mother fucking name on the deed? No, bitch, it’s not. Only the name JORDAN DRAIMAN is on the deed. I bought this mother fucking house when I was 18. I let you move in and we made it a home for the kids and it was barely that. You’re the dumb hooker that went and fucked it up. With bitches like you and Sammi for friends and lovers, who fucking needs enemies? I gave you all of me; every fucking thing I am. You treated me like a mother fucking pay check and that’s being nice. And I wouldn’t be surprised if you fucked around on me every chance you got. I was nothing but faithful. I loved you, Davina. You were my wife. Now? You’re nothing to me. Give me my house keys back.” Davina looked at her blankly. “Bitch, did I stutter? I’ll let you in the house to get your things. I might be cold hearted, to hear you tell it, but I’m not that fucking cold hearted.”
“Jordan… I’m sorry.”
Jordan shook her head. “Once bitten, twice shy, bitch. Gimme my key back.”
“You’re not even going to allow me to apologize.”
“You can beg for forgiveness all the hell you want. That doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive you. For all I care you could die two seconds after leaving my property and I wouldn’t feel a thing. Now, the likelihood of that happening is slim to nothing, but the fact remains that I fucking hate you, Davina. You were trash when I met you and I tried to show you something better. I gave you my heart and soul and you ripped my heart out of my chest by talking shit about the only people who will always be there no matter what- my family. I thought that you would stick with me through the tough spots like I did for you when your mother had cancer, or you Ice head brother almost died from an overdose. Someone beat the hell out of me and was going to let his men rape me. Someone threatened my family. All you were concerned about was when the band was going to go back out and tour so that I could bring home more money. You… you don’t care about me. You care about my money. You care about the Dolce & Gabbana, Louis Vitton, and all of the other designer shit that my money can buy you. If you loved me, you’d support me and not question when I’m going to go make more money for you to blow. Now, give me my keys before I have Morbus forcibly remove them from your person, get your things out of my house, and get the hell off of my property. How much clearer do I need to make the intent of my being here. I’m here to collect my keys and make sure you don’t take anything that doesn’t belong to you. And, leave the kids’ things here. They won’t be seeing you again anytime soon.”
“You want my keys, you have to pry them from my cold dead fingers”, Davina said.
“And give you a reason to call the police? On my property?” Jordan laughed. “Do I look stupid? You have got to be out of your mother fucking mind. This is the last time I’m going to say it, Davina. Give me my keys, get your things out of my house and leave on your own or I will have you removed without your things and when I come back with the kids after the divorce is finalized, I’m going to set everything you have in that house that isn’t jewelry ablaze. The jewels? I’ll sell those to the highest bidder. Take your pick, Davi, because my patience is wearing thin.” The look in Jordan’s eyes spoke to how much she was joking. It clearly said, Please try something stupid. I will fucking wreck you.
Davina stood there in defiance. “I’m not leaving, Jordan. You’re my wife.”
“No, I’m your pay check and I’m done.” She looked at the hooded man that had escorted her over to the house. “Morbus, remove my keys from the whore and remove her from my property.”
Morbus did exactly what he was asked. He took the keys from Davina’s hand and picked her up in a fireman’s carry. Once they were at the end of the drive, Morbus opened the gate to the property and dropped her. “Don’t come back here, Davina. You won’t like what happens.”
“What can you do? You can’t guard the Draiman homestead and Jordan’s house at the same time.”
“No, but I have friends in the Sherriff’s department as well as CSPD… and they all owe me favors. I’m sure that they’ll be more than happy to run security sweeps here. And if I give them the key they’ll do interior sweeps.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Davina, I never bluff. You should be grateful that I haven’t told Jordan about the affairs you’ve had behind her back as well. All of the groupies she had the opportunity to fool around with and she did nothing but honor the ring on her finger and the commitment it represented. You didn’t. If asked, I will testify to such. You messed with the wrong bull, Davina. Now, you’re getting the horns.”
“I’m going to fight divorce.”
“And you’ll lose. You should just sign the papers when you get them because you’ll be fighting a losing battle. Jordan’s a Draiman. Jake knows the family court judge, as do Malachai, James, and David and Brie. She may be unbiased, but she won’t rule in your favor. And with all of the shit that people testify to on you, you should be afraid. You’ll be lucky if the judge doesn’t strip you of your rights. Now, leave and don’t come back, Davina.”
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The vehicle was parked about 50 yards away from the outer Western edge of the property. The Jeep didn’t have a lot inside it. Travis and Will carefully looked through the glove box to see if there was any form of ID for the young woman that Madison Draiman- GreyEagle had just ended. They found a small wallet in the glove box to take back to their father. “I know Dad wants the wallet, but what do you think he’s going to do with it?” Will asked his brother.
“I’m almost willing to be, baby bro, that he’s going to play a little psychological warfare on that Grissom bastard. He’s going to send the ashes to the bastard like he did to Jake with those two kids.”
“So the results of the tests did come back?”
“Yeah. Now the FBI’s involved because the ashes crossed state lines. They’re going to wait until they have the proper evidence to get Grissom, but we’re hoping by the time they have it, Jordan will have already killed the bastard.”
“So, Dad’s going to do send Grissom the ashes of the girl Maddie just killed, along with a note and her id and say what?”
“I dunno. You’d have to ask Dad. Now, let’s get this back to Dad and get back to doing our rounds.”
“Maybe Dad will let us get some sleep here soon. I’m getting tired. 72 hours straight is catching up with me. I’m sure even the infamous Morbus had to sleep sometimes.”
“We’ll see. That’s all I can say.” They got on their four wheelers and headed back to the house after setting the Jeep ablaze. Destroy all evidence was the standing order from their father. They roared through the woods surrounding the property and back to the house where they saw their father pulling up with Jordan in her Range Rover. Once Jordan was back in the house, they approached their father. “Dad, we found a car and a wallet”, Will said to Morbus.
“Did you destroy the car?” Morbus asked his sons.
“Yes, sir. That’s what they billow of smoke off to the west is.”
Morbus nodded. “Good, good. Let’s see the wallet.” Travis handed his father wallet. The driver’s license inside said that the young woman they’d captured was known as Cody Green. She was the same age as the quads, give a take a year or two. “Cody Green, age 27. Nice. This will do perfectly.”
“What’s your plan for this, Dad?”
“Psy Ops, son. Psy Ops. Two can play Grissom’s game, and I’m better at it.” A wicked smile curled at his lips. The boys knew what that smile meant. The wheels were turning in their father’s twisted head. He was going mess with the man that was after them all and there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind. “Boys, find Carter and start getting the ashes from that little bitch together. I’m going to have a chat with Jake real fast about a couple things and make a few phone calls. Once you have the bitch’s ashes together, let me know and we’ll get Mr. Grissom’s special package sent off.” Morbus walked away, an evil smile on his face and the boys turned and went to follow the orders their father gave them.
“Dad’s going crazy in his old age”, Will said with a laugh.
“To hear Dad tell it, he’s not old. He’s like good leather”, Travis responded.
“He’s become softer and more supple with time?”
“No. Maybe that’s a bad analogy. He’s like a crab. Hard on the outside, soft on the inside.”
“He’s still crazy.”
“Bat shit crazy. Psychotic if you ask him. He’ll tell you he’s a sociopath.”
“I believe it when he’s Morbus. When he’s Trevor, he’s a nice guy.”
“I think he suffers from split personality disorder. But, I’m not a shrink.”
“Me neither. What matters is that he’s our Dad and he wants us to go into the family business.”
“And so we shall.”
“Yep. And so we shall.”
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“Jacob, I need to talk to you in your office real fast, boss man”, Morbus said as he walked into the house.
“What about?” Jake asked as he stood from his spot on the couch where he was helping Miri with her science lesson for the day.
“An idea I had.”
He nodded and headed up the stairs after assuring his princess that he would be right back to help her finish her lesson. He told her to go to her room and feed her Koi fish while she waited. She ran up the stairs to her room past her Daddy and Mr. Morbus to feed her fish. Once Jake and Morbus were behind the closed door of Jake’s office, he spoke. “Alright Morbus, what’s up?” he asked as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Remember that wonderful little package you got through that beautiful little green eyed girl you just sent to feed her fish?”
“How could I forget? What about it?”
“I say we play a little Psychological Warfare and send some ashes to him in return.”
“Oh? Who’s ashes?”
“The little bitch Maddie just offed.”
Jake nodded. “Do it. Let Grissom know that he’s on a short list for the next bus to hell.”
“You sure? This is a move out of your father’s playbook.”
“And? I said do it.”
“You got it, Jake. We’ll do then. Now, brother, if you’ll excuse me I need to make a few phone calls and I’ll let you know when it’s sent off.”
“What phone calls do you need to make?”
“I need to call some of my police friends to do security sweeps at Jordan’s house to make sure that Davina doesn’t go over there.”
“What happened while you and Jordan were over there?”
“Davina wouldn’t hand over her keys and Jordan tore her a new ass verbally.”
“Did either of them get physical?”
“No, but had it gotten that way, Jordan would have killed Davina. Jordan has a new ferociousness to her that Davina couldn’t ever dream of matching. Jordan is ruthless.”
“How do you figure?”
“She comes close to whipping my ass and that’s pretty difficult in itself. She’s using the training and the martial arts that your parents made you kids take when you were younger and applying it in a practical sense. You sister managed to throw me with a hip toss the other day then got me with a rear naked choke. Jordan is lethal.”
“Not surprising in the least. I’m glad she learned something from when we were kids.”
“True that. Well, I’m going to go make those phone calls. I’ll let you know when I send the ashes off. If you want to write a little note for Mr. Grissom.”
“I’ll do a little thinking on that and get back to you.”
“Alright.” Morbus took a breath. “Alright, well, now, I’m off to make those calls. I’ll chat with you later.”
Morbus turned and left and Jake sat down at his desk. As his computer came on, he thought about what the note would say. When Miri came running in, he kept thinking about what he was going to say in the note to Grissom. He helped his daughter, but his attention was divided. What did he want to say to Porter Grissom to let him know that he was going to be making the short trek to hell soon enough?
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Davina was sitting in her hotel room, trying to figure out what had just happened. Did Jordan really just put her out on the street? Was she seriously officially homeless? She couldn’t wrap her head around it. She grabbed her cell phone and called home to her parents. “Mama, Daddy, Jordan left me”, she sobbed.
“What? Are you serious? Is everything ok?” her father asked.
“No. I don’t have anything. I’m short on cash and I’m about out of money to pay for the hotel I’m staying. According to the pre- nup, I don’t get anything until the divorce is finalized.”
“What about Jasmine?”
“Jasmine is in Israel with David and Brie.”
“You need to go over there and get that baby, then bring your ass back home”, her mother said.
“I can’t go get Jasmine from her parents without threat of being thrown in an Israeli jail.”
“What?” her father said.
“Why?” her mother said.
“Because she put a stipulation in the pre- nup that states if we separate, he parents get temporary custody of any and all children born during the relationship until we reconcile or custody is decided by a judge.”
“That’s complete bull shit”, her father spat. “How are David and Brie Draiman better at taking care of children than your mother and I?”
“They did raise ten kids, Dad.”
“Obviously not very well if Jordan’s divorcing you.”
“Look, I just need a little bit of cash in order to get by until this is over, then I’m coming home.”
“And what about your daughter?”
“It all depends on what the judge decides.”
“Fight for that child tooth and nail, Davina. I mean it.”
“I will, Daddy.”
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