Chapter 8
Pete thought it was easy to get the gun that he wanted.
The Glock had been a nice fit for his hand, and the man that he’d purchased it from had even given him a lesson in firing it as well as loading the extra clip that he’d thrown in.
People should all have one, he thought; it certainly made you feel like you could take on the bad guys and win.
He’d been thinking of a way to get back at Trinity.
She’s screwed up his entire way of thinking, and he wanted her to learn her lesson.
He didn’t want to kill her, just hurt her enough where she saw reason.
She’d have to if she had a bullet hole in her leg or arm.
That’s where he was going to get her. He’d been practicing pulling it out of his pocket for the last several hours, and he thought that he was about as ready as he could be.
Pete would show her. She’d either learn her lesson or the next time it might be worse for her.
Pete didn’t care what happened to Trinity.
He knew that she wasn’t the frump that he thought she’d be after having a baby.
While he didn’t know what that meant to his son, he supposed he’d want her to look good if they ever had to go out into the town.
She was going to be taught a lesson in that too.
How to represent the family when she was out on his son’s arm. Then he thought about the baby.
He’d been right in saying that she had to get rid of it. There was no way I’m going to be having some brat drag me into babysitting her. And they’ll think that just because they’re grandparents that they’d be watching the brat for free. No way is that going to happen.
He thought about his wife and wondered what she was up to.
Just last night she’d gotten lippy with him, and he’d had to pop her a good one.
He would have thought after all these years she’d have learned her lesson in knowing how he liked to be talked to.
Well, he’d taught her to keep her mouth shut when he didn’t want to hear her complaining.
She might well have to be watched for a few days.
There was no way he was going to allow her to get like that again.
Like she was important to his daily life.
When the phone rang, even though it was right beside him, he didn’t answer it.
That’s what he had servants for. They were getting paid to do his bidding, and the sooner that they learned that from him, the better off they’d be.
He’d gone through enough people working for him, and the group that he had now were the best. He might not pay them as much as other people did, but he knew how to keep them in line.
“Mr. Jacobson, a Mr. Hathaway is on the phone for you. He said that it’s concerning the police that are at his door.” Smiling, he asked what the problem was. “The police can’t arrest his wife for being married to him. He seems to be a mite upset.”
“I don’t care. The police had better be doing their job, or I’ll have their badges.
I’m not a man to mess with.” He didn’t say anything, and he turned to look to see that he’d gone back in the kitchen.
“Damned man. I don’t want to talk to him.
I want him to divorce his wife so that things go my way. My son needs a keeper.”
Picking up the phone, he was at a loss as to which line the man could be on. Pushing random buttons, he finally got the man on the line and asked him what the problem was. He had to jerk the phone from his ear when the man actually shouted at him.
“What right do you have in speaking to me in such a manner? I’m Pete Jacobson, not some hard-of-hearing old man that pisses his pants.
” He said that he wanted to make sure he heard him.
“I heard you. The problem is I don’t think you’re listening to me.
I told you not to marry that woman, and you did anyway.
I want her arrested for breach of promise to my son. ”
“She made no such promise to your son. She doesn’t even like him.
” He said that he didn’t either and asked what the point was.
“We’re married and happily so. Stop sending the police here on wild goose chases.
I’m sure they have more important things to do rather than to come to my home and harass me and my wife. ”
“You’ll do as you’re told.” He heard a sound and looked at the phone. “Did you just hang up on me? Why you little shitless cur. I should have you arrested as well. There is no way that…”
He put the phone back in the cradle and yelled for the butler.
He didn’t know his name, but yelling for ‘Butler’ served the purpose.
He told him to call the man back and hang up on him.
Of course he didn’t know the number, and apparently looking up a cell phone number in his old phone books was impossible.
He decided that he was going to press charges against the younger man and be done with him too.
He might even shoot him while he was at it. Damned people.
For the next hour he tried to find out why he couldn’t get the damned upstart arrested.
They wouldn’t go on his word that he’d yelled at him, and there apparently isn’t any law about that.
If he was in charge, he’d surely make sure that there were laws just for people like him.
Damned people. He decided he was going to have to teach him a lesson as well.
Getting his jacket on, Pete was going out the door just as his wife was coming in. He asked her where she’d been all day.
“I’ve been with my lawyer if you must know.
I’m filing for divorce.” He asked her what she was talking about.
“Just as I said, I’m filing for divorce, and you’re going to be out in the cold.
Why didn’t I remember that you signed a prenup when we were first married?
Well, I remember now. And as soon as today, you’re going to be served. I’ve had enough of you.”
“You’re to stop this nonsense right now.
I’ll tell you when you can file for divorce.
I’m in charge of you and my money. You’ll call them up and stop this right now, or I’m going to teach you a lesson that you’ve seemed to have forgotten.
” She lifted her chin, and he popped her a good one.
When she went flying backward, he felt satisfied with what he’d done.
“You remember who’s in charge, or I’ll have to teach you how to behave.
I’m not putting up with your nonsense anymore. ”
He was leaving the house before she got up. Damned woman. Who did she think she was telling him that she was filing for divorce? He’d been in charge since their wedding night, and she’d better well remember that. As he was leaving the driveway, someone pulled in behind him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The teenager-looking man got out of his car and ran up to his. Rolling down his window, he had his gun out and ready to defend himself when he asked him his name. “Pete Howard Jacobson. Why do you want to know?”
“You’ve been served.” He looked back at the house, then at the young man.
He had disappeared by then and was backing out of the driveway.
Pete was so angry that he thought about going back into the house and teaching April another lesson, but he had things to do.
He wasn’t going to waste his time on his wife when there were more important matters to attend to.
Finding the right Hathaway house proved to be harder than he thought it should have been.
He’d wanted to find his father, but he wasn’t listed anywhere, and that was another thing he would take care of if he was in charge.
People should want to have their addresses known so that they could be found.
He’d wasted a good two hours just going from house to house when he finally found the one that he’d been looking for.
His problem wasn’t that he didn’t know the house.
He’d been to it before. But he was driving himself today and didn’t know the streets like his driver did.
He’d gotten so lost at one point that he’d had to ask for directions.
Men did not ask for directions no matter how lost they were.
But he’d been reduced to finding someone that could direct him, and that made him all the more pissed off.
Pulling into the driveway, he was impressed that the house was in better shape than he remembered.
The flowers out front made it look like a welcoming place, unlike his, which had sharp bushes in the front to ward away any unwanted guests.
Not that anyone was welcome to his home, but he kept them out all the same.
Knocking on the front door, he checked his pockets again.
The gun was still there as well as the extra clip.
He didn’t know why he’d need the extra clip, but he had it on him anyway.
The Glock held twelve shots and one in the chamber—which was hot he’d been told—and that’s the way he should carry it.
To be ready at all times. When the big man, a butler he supposed, opened the door, he pointed the gun at him and told him to call for his master.
“They’re not here.” He asked where they’d gone. “To their parents’ home. They’re not expected back until late this evening. You should put that gun away before you hurt someone.”
“I’ll not do that, you see. Because that’s what I came here for.
That damned woman is going to marry my son, or so help me I’ll plug her so full of holes she won’t know where it’s all coming from.
” The man put his hands down and said that he needed to leave.
“I’ll leave when I’m damned good and ready.
You say they’ll be back later? Then I’ll wait.
I’ve got nothing to do but make sure that this woman does right by me.
Trinity will marry Peter even if I have to kill off her current husband to do so.
I have a beef with him too. The damned man.
Did he tell you that he yelled at me? Who does that? ”