Page 3 of Vetting the Biker

“Hello, I know it scare you but let me tell you we are here to help you.” I’m met with silence. “My name is Mouthpiece, and this big guy is Eagle.” Our names earn a small giggle from the little girl, but she quickly stops and the expression of fear comes back. “Now that you know our names, could we know yours? If you don’t want to talk, I’m sure your momma will tell us.” Yep, I’m going to murder this man with my own two hands. “Or I guess we could make our own names for you?”

“Yeah, we could, Mouthpiece. How about this princess we call her Ladybug for her red hair?” That earned another giggle from her. “And we call this gentleman, Viking.” Now both kids are giggling, and we see mom relax a bit.

“Is your name really Mouthpiece?” the little guy asks. I smile at him.

“My name is Chase, but it’s reserved for the courtroom and my momma.” Another giggle starts to break the tension.

“My name is Ethan, and my sister’s name is Emmy.” We are off to a good start.

After two long hours, we learned the mom’s name is Gina. The three of them escaped from Gina’s ex-husband, Brian. He was the former jock who couldn’t stop living in the past and blamed his family for losing his football career. Not the fact he was a drunk and was in an accident that left him with a leg prosthetic and a rap sheet a lot of employers didn’t want to mess with. I think the biggest breakthrough was Ethan and Emmy walking up to me and hugging my legs, thanking us for saving their mom. I can’t wait to meet this fucker and break his arms like he did to those babies.

Jenna

The entire weekend with Wesley was great. According to the custody agreement with Robert, he gets him for a month. He usually takes the month before school starts, so my sister meets me at my house since she was babysitting my animals, or as she calls it, the small zoo I have gained. As a veterinarian, my job is to help animals, and I collect those whose owners abandon them. I adopt them and might have a problem. We have two cats, four dogs, a parrot, and Wesley has some fish in his room.

Pulling into the driveway, I see Robert standing there with his arms crossed. I swear this man could fuck up a wet dream.

“Oh boy,” Wesley mutters from the front seat of my Jeep Wrangler. It pisses me off even more knowing Wesley realizes how much of a pain in the ass his father is.

“Call Ed.” The Bluetooth in my car dials my attorney’s cell phone right away.

“Great, what is dad doing now?” My heart breaks a little more for Wesley.

“Hello, Jenna. How are you?”

“Robert is in my driveway.” I explain about how I took Wesley away for the night. I do not know why I have to explain any of this. “He’s not supposed to get him until tomorrow.”

“I’ll send an officer out there. Are you alone?”

“No, my sister is in the house waiting for us to arrive so she could give Wesley his birthday gifts from her,” I explain.

“Call her out of the house to be a witness. Record the interaction. You need to ignore him and walk into the house.”

“I’ll try to thank you for all of your help, Ed.” Hanging up the phone, I see Wesley texting his aunt and it seems like seconds later she’s out on my porch waiting. I put the car in park and Wesley and I get out. Looking at my beautiful boy and my heart breaks for him. He shouldn’t have to see his parents at war like this and worry about my safety. “Okay, are you ready to get out?” He nods. He places a fake smile on his face. Wesley and I gather our purchases from last night and today out of the trunk while Robert walks toward us. My sister Allison yells to Robert not to move another inch.

“Hey, buddy. Are you ready?” He’s putting on his Southern charm for the camera, as I’m recording everything.

“I’m meeting your mother tomorrow at the Beaverville Police Department. You are not to be here at the house.” Allison tells Robert who is now standing between the two of us..

“My mother is out of town, and she messaged you about it.” Robert stares at me. “Jenna, really? You don’t have permission to record me.”

“You are on private property, so you gave that up.” Allison is my backbone when it comes to Robert so she dominates this conversation. I still cower most days because of the emotional and mental abuse I sustained during our marriage.

“Wesley, go get your stuff so we can go,” Robert snaps, never taking his eyes off of me like it’s to intimidate me or something.

Wesley stares at me not sure what he should do right now.

“Go ahead,” I reassure him. “Robert, my attorney knows you are here illegally, and the police have been called. This is theonlytime I’ll allow you to take him early and this way. Next time, I’ll withhold Wesley from you until we go back to court.” My voice is calm but stern. My insides are shaking, but I won’t let him see it.

“You’re nothing but a vindictive bitch,” Robert mutters as he walks back to his truck. He slams the driver’s side door while he waits for Wesley. I keep recording. Allison helps me get our things into the house. I sit down on the porch swing, waiting for the police officer to get here for his report. Wesley comes out with his backpack he calls his “Dad weekend bag” which is usually chargers and his game system controllers since his step-brothers broke the original ones.

“I’m sorry he showed up.” Wesley sounds upset.

“Don’t you dare apologize. This is between your dad and me. You are the best of both of us. Enjoy your time with your dad and his family. Call me anytime.” We hug, and as we let go, the police cruiser pulls in, blocking both cars.

Robert gets out of the truck and shakes the officer’s hand. Does he know him?

“Hello. I’m looking for Jenna Thompson.”

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