Love and War {Book 3}

Chapter 15

Naomi's POV

Omari is one cold blooded, heartless bitch. He's already hurt Danae with abuse, rape, and now heartbreak and he's hurt me with rape, but really his own flesh and blood.....That's low even for him.

"Naomi he'll be okay" Danae says trying to cheer me up but it won't work. We've been here since last night and they won't tell us anything because 'we came too late at night'. Bullshit.

"Family of Nathan Watts" We all stand up and somehow the doctor doesn't look too surprised

"Well you son has broken ribs, broken nose and arm, he is wearing a neck brace because when the car hit him It knocked his head out of place and some serious bruises and cuts" My
eyes widen and the list and the tears start to pour out uncontrollably.

"c-can we s-see him" I say through stutters

"yeah, he's awake and asking for you so follow me" We followed him to the room and when we walked in I think my heart broke a bit more. He looked worse then the doctor said but when Nathan saw me he kept the smile on his face

"mommy guess what?"

"what"

"it got this cool cast and all the nurses and doctors signed it and they said when I go back to school I can get the students to sign it... mommy I'm gonna be popular" I laughed a bit because he didn't even care about him getting hit
he cared about being popular. ladies and gentlemen, my son.

"mommy why are you crying?"

"I thought I was going to lose you" I reply honestly

"nuh uh, you can't get rid of me that easily mommy" he smiled showing his pearly whites and I kissed his forehead before telling him to get some rest and leaving the room.

"how is he?" Danae asks standing up

"he's good, he won't stop smiling"

"Lady I won't tell you again, Where the Hell Is My God Son Nathan, and I swear to god If you you don't tell me I will beat the shit out you with a god damn bible" We hear Kyamora yell. Shaking her head Danae went and
talked to the nurse before pulling Kyamora back here, but not before Kyamora showed the nurse her madea expressions.

"I'm so done with these stupid ass bitches thinking they can come at me any which way.... shoot I might have to cut one of em" Danae says mumbling "any who how is my god son"

"he's hurt but won't stop smiling"

"aww well that's my little solder in there"

"yeah, so what are we gonna do about Christmas, it is three days away"

"well I guess we can have a tiny tree and have it over here?" Danae suggests

"yeah that could work, I'm not having
Christmas with my family til night"

"alright then that's what we'll do"

"Where is my grandson?" We hear my mom yell

"ma'am we cannot tell you that b------"

"do you not know who I am, obviously you don't, I could have this whole entire establishment shut down in 3.2 seconds with one phone call, now I will only ask again, where the hell is my grandson"

"t-t-through those d-d-doors" she stutters. My mom sees me and Danae and hugs us tightly before talking her seat beside us

"so how is he?"
"he's good, nothing he can't handle"

"alright, now are the police on this case?" She asks and I swallow nervously

"well no....we already know who did it"

"well great let's get him locked up....what's his name" my mom says pulling out her phone

"Oma--- Jordan Westley Jr." My mom drops her phone and looks like she just fell into a deep state of shock

"mom, you okay?"

"I'll....I'll be back" she quickly exits and Danae and I shrug before going back into Nathans room. I wonder what's up with her.

Nyesha's POV

Pick up, Pick up, Pick u-

"Westley speaking"

"Jordan, is this you?"

"Nye? Nyesha Jenkins"

"yes it's me" I say rolling my eyes

"oh my gosh, how long has it been? How are y--"

"look I don't have time for this, where is your son?"

"He's with his mother"

"put him on the phone"

"Nyesha, his mother, Candy and I are divorced, she lives in LA, I live in Malibu"

"well we have a problem"

Jordan/Omari's POV

I let the feeling of being high go through my body as i thought of my next move. Kidnap. Nah that's too predictable. Kill. Nah that let's them off too easily, I want them to feel every single piece of pain. Hmm..... maybe for Danae I'll keep hurting her through Jermaine, he seems weak enough. I can't believe he really slept with my sister, stupid idoit. I guess that'll work but with Naomi I don't even have to worry about that, she'll get hers soon enough.

"Omari, your wife is in the study" Melissa says with her pregnant belly sticking out

"bring her in" She nods okay and I
smack her ass making her send me a flirty wink before leaving and Britney entering

"Yes Brittney?"

"What the hell you mean, Yes Brittney, I haven't heard from you in four months and that's how you greet me. I'm your wife for god sake"

"yeah yeah yeah, is there a purpose for this visit?" I ask getting bored

"Yes there is, I want a divorce, I thought I could handle being married to a man with more than one wife and baby momma but I can't" She says boldly and I laugh. I mean I have a good Ole tears coming from the eyes laugh.

"That hilarious Brittney, now Tiffany is upstairs and she may wanna see her mother"

"I'm serious Omari, I want a divorce, and I want one NOW!!" She yells while hitting my table making the statue of me fall. My favorite statue. Her eyes widen at her mistake and she starts to back up slowly while apologizing. Trying to contain my anger I stand up and walk towards her. She throws a book at my head and because of my reflects it misses me. But not by much. I roughly push her up against the door and back hand her sending her to the ground. Fuck staying calm.

"Are you out of your fucking mind! How dare you break something of mine and then try to hurt me?!" Just saying it over got me even madder so I pulled her up by her weave and slammed her head into the wall. When she drops again I hover over her aiming directly to her legs, stomach and arms.
"please stop!" She screams in pain. Should've thought of that before breaking my statue.

"I'm pregnant!" She yells again and I hit her in her stomach one more time before standing up and spitting on her

"Tough luck" I walk out my office and Melissa is standing at the kitchen eating. The scary thing is Melissa is the only one out of all these bitches I keep hostage that I don't hit or call out her name. She listens, she's sexy, and knows what I want when I want it. I sneak up behind her and grab her breast making her moan.

"I want y--"

"you don't even have to say it, here or in the bedroom" She asks turning around
"bedroom" She smiles before kissing my lips and making her way upstairs

"And you!" I yell to my 21st wife "clean up wife 14, she's in my office and needs to see her daughter. Room 34, dismissed" She ran off making sure not to get in my way and I smiled. See this is what I'm talking about. Don't worry, Naomi and Danae soon enough you'll be here.