CHAPTER 8
VICTORIA
Victoria was reluctant to open the front door. Normally, she would've been happy to see two of the members from her old vice team, but she assumed that the visit wasn't to be a social call. She pulled the door open and stepped out of the way, allowing them entry. Frankie and Hank stepped into the foyer. Victoria was ready to face the music, but when she looked up at her friends, she could see that they were working hard to suppress laughter. It was Frankie that broke first. His laughter echoed throughout the large foyer. Victoria crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one foot.
“This shit is funny? If you gonna lock me up, shut up and do it!”
Frankie stopped laughing and looked at Victoria like she had lost her mind. “Jesus, Vic, you gotta be kidding me. In what fucking world do you live in where billionaires go to jail for a simple battery? That husband of yours golfs with the mayor and the governor. Did you really think you were getting charged for beating up that skank?”
Victoria uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips. “Bullshit. They tried to lock me up at Tasha’s birthday party last night.”
“And yet...” Frankie said walking into the parlor without being invited. “Where is that heavier than whale shit husband of yours?”
“Make yourself at home, Frankie,” Victoria muttered sarcastically.
“I always do.”
Victoria rolled her eyes and followed Frankie and Hank into the parlor.
“Do something with your life and gimme a beer,” Frankie said as he flopped down on the sofa.
“Aren't you working?”
“Victoria, please don't act like you didn't knock back a few when we was doing them damn prostitution missions. Remember that night you was so fucked up that you couldn't do your own paperwork?”
Victoria rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I do not recall.”
“Hm-mm. Of course, you don't,” Hank scoffed.
“So, if you're not here to arrest me, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, so here’s the kicker… we brought complaints for you to sign.”
Victoria was confused. “Complaints?”
“Yeah. According to a Mr. Jackson Storm and several employees at Storm Enterprises, you walked in to witness Miss Katlin Greene trying to sexually assault your husband. And when you attempted to render him aid, Miss Greene physically attacked you, causing you to defend yourself.”
Now it was Victoria who was laughing. “Get the fuck outta here!”
“No bullshit, Vic. We need you to sign a complaint,” Hank told her, holding the paperwork out to her.
“Hank, I beat the brakes off that trick,” Victoria said with a chuckle. “I’m not about to have her arrested too.”
“She tried to have you arrested,” Frankie pointed out.
“Trust me; she’s suffered enough.”
Frankie sat up straight. His expression had turned serious. “Vic, this is about having a paper trail. I mean seriously, aren't you tired of crazy bitches putting you and your family through hell? Don't you see just how out of control some of the women can be by now? I mean...you of all people? Sign the fucking paper, or I’ll forge your signature.”
“Fine,” Victoria huffed. “Give it to me.”
Victoria signed the complaint and placed it on the coffee table. Her life had changed dramatically since she’d married a man with such power. The rules were truly different for the one-percenters of society.
“Beer!” Frankie shouted before she had the chance to dwell on it.
