Without A Trace

Sixteen.

I walk past Ivy, Pip, and Michael while he tries to get some accouting paperwork done. But between Pip and Ivy thats a fat fuckin chance of that happening. My heels click against the wood floors and I start unlocking the gambling room doors.

"Tom wanted those closed Cor," Anna says puffing her cigarette, organizing the bets for the races this afternoon.

"Hes been in there all night and we're about to open," I say pushing the doors open and walking to his office. I open the doors and notice a pretty blonde girl sitting on top of his desk. I scoff looking at her and him before looking back at her.

"And who in the FUCK are you," I say walking into the office grabbing ahold of her shirt, ripping her off his desk, throwing her against the wall. I look over at Thomas, "I'll deal with you in a fuckin minute. You sit there and keep your fuckin mouth shut."

Anna and Ivy reach the office and lean against each side of the doorway blocking the exit.

"My names Grace. You remember me Im sure. I just have business with Mr. Shelby," she says staring into my eyes.

"Your business with my husband is also my fuckin business. Tell me Grace, have you been here all night?" I ask taking my trenchcoat off and tossing it on the chair, resting my hand on my gun in the chest holster.

"Yes," She admits, looking over at Thomas.

I grab ahold of her face digging my nails into her cheeks and turning her attention back towards mine, "If I remember correctly, I was the one fuckin talking to you, so you will look at me while you speak to me."

"You don't scare me Cora," she seethes.

Ivy and Anna laugh, "Oh love, I believe you will address her as Mrs. Shelby. We dont get on a first name basis with someone like you. Fuckin whore," Anna says lighting her cigarette.

"Whore? Seems awfully crude of you to call someone that. Especially when your head mistress here used to whore around," Grace scoffs.

I laugh shaking my head leaning against the desk before lighting my cigarette. Ivy and Anna go to take a step in but I hold my hand out for them to stop. I pull my cigarette out from my mouth and look back at her, "Aye, I remember you now. You're that fuckin broad that broke Tommys heart when you got pregnant by that banker. The heart that I had to piece together. In any way he wanted me to. Tell me Grace, hows your husband?" I pause and start to smile devilishly, "Oh thats right," I say walking around her slowly in a circle before leaning into her ear and whispering, "Hes my husband now," I say taking my cigarette and pushing the hot ash on the side of her face making her scream in pain.

Grace backs up and pulls a gun, causing Ivy, and Anna pull one on her while I lean against the wall. "The fuck you gonna do with that?" I ask looking at her unfazed. I slowly walk up to her, right up to the gun, pressing it into my chest burning my gaze into her eyes, "Go ahead. Pull that fuckin trigger. And I'll see you in fuckin hell afterwards. Be a shame for your bastard son to grow up without a mother now wouldnt it?" I say cocking my head to the side slightly.

Grace stands there, her breathing starting to increase and the gun starting to shake. I grab the gun out of her hand and use the butt of the gun, cracking her across the face making her fall to the ground, "You come on my fuckin property again Grace, I'll fuckin kill you where you stand. Get out of my fuckin house," I say throwing her gun at her before she gets up and leaves with the girls following close behind her.

I walk over to the door and close it before turning back to Thomas, "After eight years of fuckin marriage, I come in to my husband having a twelve hour fuckin meeting with his ex-wife. Who looked AWFULLY cozy on that fuckin desk."