Worry instantly etched Dr. Morris's face, his forehead crease with more lines.
"Jamie?" He questions and without waiting for an answer, "why didn't you have me paged?" he asks, as I stood to talk, his eyes frowning at my dirty, blood stained shirt.
Before he could assume the worst, "her brother, Jerome, he's in there" I point to the door opposite us
Nodding, Dr. Morris, abruptly walked into the room and I breathe a sigh of relief, comfortable that a Doctor who knows about us, is in there.
"Is something wrong with your wife?" The nuisance that remained in the waiting room with me, asked.
Spinning around to face him in frustration. Stretching out my hand, "I'm Logan Daniels" I introduced myself and from there, I went on to brief the nosy cop about my last case, before the shooting incident and now Jerome's attack!
I recognized sympathy etching his features and I sigh inwardly, knowing he will reach a dead end with this report.
The cop, joins his partner whose standing on the sides, briefing him on our conversation. I observed them under lowered lashes, as they nod to each other, before approaching me.
Remaining seated, they stood in front of me with a call card extended, "we will give you the privacy you need right now. Please call us, because we will need to get a report from,' he pauses and opens his notebook, " uh, Jerome Scott." he says and I nod, looking down at the card in my hand.
They stood awkwardly, when they realized I have nothing to say, before taking their leave.
Lifting my head, I observed their retreating backs. Normally, I won't accept this kind of report, but I had to throw them off, because I have no intention of getting the cops more involved, than I already have.
My phone vibes again, it's Jamie. This time I accepted her call, expecting for her to vent her rage at me.
Jamie: "is he okay?" she asks before I could say more than hello.
Me: "I haven't seen him yet, but Dr. Morris is in there with him" I explained, waiting until I get home to find out how she knows about Jerome.
I look up as I felt someone sit down two seats away. Grandfather!
"I've to go sweetheart, I'll call you back!" I told Jamie and surprisingly, she didn't argue.
Shaking his head, with a disappointed expression on his face. "You're still with her?" Grandfather, laughs mockingly.
My wrist whitens as I clenched the phone in my hand.
I stood up, pushing the phone inside my pocket, leaving my hand, there as I looked down at my grandfather, who starred up at me mockingly.
I lifted my head to see Justin and the guys standing around the floor so that means grandfather came prepared.
"Your mother f***ed up everything" grandfather, muttered accusingly and I frowned, confused. My mother? He said it was Jamie before, so I didn't comment, choosing to hear out this delusional man sitting in front of me.
Glancing around, "where's the boy?" Grandfather asked instead, looking around and I followed his gaze.
Chuckling, "your pitts are out" grandfather commented when his eyes fell on Justin and the guys.
With my eyes on Justin, I know, that Bob's out there with some of the guys and I am sure the cops are around somewhere.
"They're watching your pots" I chuckle, mockingly, reading Justin signal. With a small nod I acknowledge that grandfather is here with a small army.
What's his agenda or maybe he came to talk.
I looked down at the age old monster I loved for most of my teen years an still do, but his choices are no longer mines. Mother!
Standing up in front of me, no longer towering over me, grandfather stared into my eyes, his blue eyes like mines, sending a warning.
"I am giving you sometime to make the necessary changes, but not much time" he was saying, when his right hand guy, Garcia approached us with a large brown envelope in hand. "This here, is your divorce papers. You are to get your pathetic excuse of a wife to sign it and she will receive two million dollars and full custody of the child, if it's a girl! If it's a boy, you will receive full custody and she can have peace of mind, because her sister, will be raising the child with you." Grandfather instructs and I frown at the audacity of this man and the instructions he's giving to me.
He believes he has the upper hand, but why does he believe that? What is different? What changed?"
Grandfather starts to speak and lifting my index finger, for him to wait, I pull out my phone and send a message for Cameron to pull the trigger.
I take the envelope from Garcia, with a polite smile.
With his eyes on my phone, grandfather's hands shook nervously as he seemed to be clenching his fist to control himself.
He's f****ing bluffing!
Lifting the envelope between us, "I have some conditions." I smirk, grandfather's discomfort continues. "I won't need Jessica Scott as a mother to my child, but I will need her to be one of my men's whore." I said, challenging him and he's taken aback with my condition. I can see Garcia fight a smile. "I will marry Angela Lawrence, who will also serve as the other whore." I continued, my expression getting colder by the second. "If they refuse, let them prepare to be raped every f***ing time, every f***ing day!" Handing the envelope back to him, "make the necessary changes, adding my conditions and call me," I nod to the open examination room behind me, "but not this way!" I turned and walked into the examination room, needing to get the f**k away from this f***ing man, whom it seems has gotten himself in a f**ked up situation and is using me as a pawn but I will make those bitches pay!