JACK
“You motherfu—,” was that last thing that Jack heard.
His wife was pissed, and as much as it hurt Jack to walk away from her sweet pussy, he had a point to prove.
Victoria was spoiled and severely head strong. And although her strength was what he loved the most, she needed to understand that the decisions he made for their family was in all of their best interests. She needed to understand that she would not,ever,police him and their family.
Victoria had a role, and even though she was fighting it, she would eventually play it.
Jack made his way to the kitchen. Again, his home was being used as a safe house. They had several family members staying over. Normally, Victoria would get up early and make coffee while Gianni made breakfast, but Gianni wasn't in the states, and Victoria was tied up, so he’d at least make coffee. But when he entered his kitchen, he instantly smelled coffee. Normally, he would have assumed that it was Tracy since she was addicted to coffee, but she was pregnant, and he knew that she had weaned herself off caffeine.
Jack searched for the creator of the heavenly scented java, but suddenly wished that he had not.
It was the dreadfully negative woman from the night before. Tammy’s mom, Beverly Beauvais.
“Good Morning,” she chirped.
“Good Morning, Miss Beauvais.”
“Mrs.!” she damn near snapped.
Jack was somewhat amused. Apparently, she’d missed the memo. Mary was Mrs. Beauvais now.
HisMary.
“My apologies, Mrs. Beauvais. Good morning,” he hesitantly corrected.
“No one that looks like you, Jack Storm, needs to beg for forgiveness,” she responded with a flirty grin. “Apology accepted.”
For the first time, Jack noted her attire. She was wearing a black robe with nothing underneath. He recognized it. It was Victoria’s. She hadn't even bothered to tie it up. Jack could see the outline of her breasts and the V leading to her cunt.
She was naked.
Jack walked over to the island in the middle of his kitchen and leaned over the counter.
“Mrs. Beauvais, why are you dressed like that?” he asked.
“It’s morning,” she said in a tone that she must have thought was alluring.
She walked over to the island with a cup of coffee for Jack. She leaned over the counter, allowing her breasts to spill out of the robe.
“You want this,” Beverly said with a wink.
Jack took the cup and sipped. He gave Beverly a once over.
“Nope,” he responded with the cup to his lips. “I don't want that. What’s more…I don't give a shit whose mother you are. You gotta get the fuck out of my house.”
“Wha-I—” Beverly started.
“Now,” Jack interrupted. “Get out!”
Beverly’s dark skin actually paled. Clearly not accustomed to rejection, she opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by a sweet voice saying, “Hello.”
It was Natasha.
Jack’s first cousin, Gianni, was standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder. He stood at a good foot taller than her, but at the moment, she was a giant. The glare that Natasha gave Beverly would make anyone feel short, but Tammy’s mom was dense. She looked at Gianni as if he were the “second coming.”
“Hi,” Beverly responded in an upbeat tone. “I’m Tammy’s mom.”
