Imperatrix

chapter 8

Jack woke up to her alarm blaring. She picked it up and flung it across the room, a satisfied smile on her face when it shattered against the wall. Her head was pounding. She didn't remember how much she had drank, but it was enough to make her have a terrible hangover. She groaned and threw the sheets off as she got up on unsteady legs. She went to the bathroom and splashed water on her face.

Leaving the bathroom, she walked out of her room and slowly took the stairs one at a time lest she fall and break some of her pearly whites. She found some Advil tablets in the kitchen cabinet and popped two in her mouth then swallowed it with some water.

Maids bustled around her preparing breakfast, but they were careful to steer clear of her path. Jack rested her elbows on the countertop and stared out the window. The sun had fully risen, she had missed her morning run. She sighed and went back up to change into black sports bra and leggings. She walked into their huge gym and did a couple of stretches, then she wrapped her hands before slipping on the red boxing gloves. Someone had already hung up the punching bag.

Two hours later, Jack left the gym sweating. Taking a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice from the fridge, she poured it into a cup and drank slowly. Dominic was coming home today.

Lucas walked in wearing only sweatpants. His eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the Advil bottle and threw two into his mouth. Angy came in looking much worse, and Jack smirked. The two had drank half the bar last night. It was a good thing she was sober enough to drive them home. She ended up being the chauffeur and Jose the escort.

"You two look like shit," she commented leaning her elbows on the counter.

"Yeah, no shit sherlock," Angy groaned as she jumped up to sit on the counter.

Jack noticed Angy was wearing Lucas shirt, and she just had to ask, "Wait, what are you two? Are you like, dating?"

"What? No! She's just a hole for my dick."

"Yeah, he's just a dick for my hole," Angy said glaring at Lucas.

"Guys! Can you please call it by its proper name? What the hell is hole?" Jack asked.

"And what is the proper name?"

"Vagina, pussy, private part, crotch..." Jack began listing off the names she could remember.

"Okay, okay, we get it!" Lucas yelled covering his ears not wanting to hear anymore of her obscene language. Jack chuckled at him.

Dimitri walked in and their laughter died down. His usually hard demeanor was even harder than usual, and his eyes were cold. But Jack could just make out the hints of anguish in his eyes. Dominic had taught her how to read peoples expressions well enough, and she could tell that something was wrong.

"All of you, out," Jack said quietly. Sisi hurriedly shooed the maids and scurried out leaving them behind.

"Father? What's wrong?" Angy asked.

Dimitri took a deep breath, "Dominic is dead."

Jack placed the cup on the counter and stood straight, "What?"

"He died on his way back from Italy. His lawyer is here for the will reading," he said and walked away.

They followed him to the living room, their minds still unable to comprehend what he had just said. Mr Green, Dominic's lawyer sat patiently waiting for them. Dimitri leaned against the wall; his arms folded against his chest. His stance seemed relaxed, but his eyes had a hard glint to them.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Lucas asked. When no one answered him, he said, "If this is supposed to be a joke, then its not funny."

"Please have a seat," Mr Greene said. Angy sat, and Lucas followed, but Jack stood.