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“Just one more thing. Not sure how you want to handle this one.” Mercy cautiously said, taking a deep breath. “The piece you were with months ago is claiming she is pregnant with your kid. She’s demanding child support and a housing allowance because the dorm room she’s in won’t allow her to stay. She’s also demanding a weekly stipend to cover her necessities.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned. “Who is this bitch?”
“Name is Heather Latimer, Senior at NYU.”
“Tell the bitch to fuck off,” I said, getting to my feet.
“Montana, she can make trouble.”
“She’s a fucking cunt and a gold-digging whore. All she’s going to do is make life hard for her. Get rid of her.”
Looking at my watch, I walked away from Mercy and headed for my woman and son. Bending down, I picked up York and kissed his fat cheek. “How’s my boy doing?”
My woman looked up at me and smiled. “He’s happy.”
“Of course, he is. He’s got a beautiful woman lavishing attention on him. What man wouldn’t be happy about that?”
“You finished?” Tessa asked, getting to her feet. Handing York back to her, I shook my head. “Got some place I need to be. Be back later.”
The ride outside the city was a cold one. There was a chilly northern breeze blowing in, and it was sinking into my bones. I hated this drive but never failed, not once in twenty years. Rounding the curve ahead, I passed by the large sprawling estates, slowing when the gates appeared. I knew he was expecting me. That he would be here, watching and waiting and when the gates opened, I rode past them as a security camera followed my movements.
Pulling up to the large mansion, I parked my bike and took off my helmet. In twenty years, it hadn’t changed once. It still looked exactly as it did the day we all piled into my car and drove off. What was supposed to be a fun day turned deadly.
Reaching behind me, I opened my bag and pulled out the small bouquet of white roses. Her favorite. Walking up to the front door, I found him standing there waiting.
“August.”
“Montana,” he said, stepping to the side, allowing me entry. Once inside, he closed the door and started walking away. Following him, I kept my mouth shut. When he stopped before a door, I took a deep breath and let it out.
“Do you have the payment?”
Reaching into my leather jacket, I pulled out the thick envelope of money and handed it to him.
He opened the door and there she was.
Walking forward, I placed her roses on the nightstand beside her bed, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Hello,Amy.”
Taking a seat, I reached for her hand, knowing what was required of me. I waited until I saw August sit down on the other side of her bed before I began. “We were running late…”
Chapter Eleven
Tessa
“I’m in so much trouble, Tessa,” Tia said, pacing her apartment with a cigarette in one hand and a vodka tonic in the other. When she called earlier and asked if I would come over, I jumped at the chance. I needed some fresh air myself. There was only so much of Montana Stone I could handle at a time and at the moment he was suffocating.
In my best soothing voice, I said, “Tia, sit down and talk to me.”
“I can’t!” she yelled, waving her hand, spilling her drink everywhere. “Jesus.”
Hopping to my feet, I took the glass from her and set it on the coffee table. Removing the cigarette from her, I put it out in the ashtray on the table. “Sweetie, I can’t help you figure this out until you tell me what’s wrong?”
Tia was a lovely woman. The best friend I could have ever asked for, but sometimes, she over dramatized shit and could easily work herself into a frenzy. Loved her to death, but I was already dealing with one drama queen. I didn’t have the energy for two.
Forcing her to sit, I sat next to her and clamped her hands in mine. The best way to get Tia to talk was to lock her down. Don’t give her any room to flee. “Spill.”
“You know I was in California for school before that famous director found me and put me in his new movie. I wasn’t sure about it. I mean, I love acting, but I never thought I was pretty enough.”
Internally, I sighed. I wanted to strangle my best friend. I didn’t need to hear the play-by-play since she arrived in California. Tia had the uncanny ability to take a two-minute story and make it into a full-blown mini-series, made for TV and all. That’s probably why she hit it big in Hollywood. My best friend was just made for movies. Any other day and I wouldn’t mind listening to her rattle on about everything, but not today. I just wasn’t in the mood. “Yeah, yeah. You hit it big. Got it. Fast forward, Tia. Get to the important stuff.”
