Not Happily Married in Hollywood: Not in Hollywood Book 2 by Leonie Gant Page A

her. I couldn’t imagine anyone who had given
birth and raised a child not wanting to have that final chance to say goodbye.
    “If he hasn’t left me anything I hope he burns in hell where
he belongs” she spat out and slammed the door.
    I stared at the scarred door stunned by the turn of events.
    “Well you have your answer” said Travis cheerfully as he
started making his way down the steps off the front porch. “Looks like our work
here is done.”
    I followed him numbly. I never thought that I would get to a
point in my life when I would feel the need to give Eric Wesson a hug, but I
had to say I had reached that point. I shuddered to think what Eric’s childhood
had been like. Tears pricked the back of my eyelids when I realized that the
poor kid had never stood a chance.
    “You okay?” Travis asked, compassion in his voice.
    “Just making sure I call my mom tonight. I’m suddenly
feeling the need to thank her for actually being my mom. Right at this moment
I’m kind of feeling like I won the lottery when it comes to her.”
    “Yeah, it’s times like these that you wish some people had
to take a test or something before they breed.”
    “Scary thing is that I am kind of agreeing with you” I said
smiling up at him.
    “Can’t have that happening” said Travis smiling back.
    Suddenly I heard a crash behind us and Annie Davis came
charging out of the house with a baseball bat waving around above her head.
    “You’re keeping his money aren’t you” she screamed. “It
belongs to me, you have to give it to me. I won’t let you take what is mine.”
As she came towards us with the bat weaving drunkenly in our direction Travis
grabbed me and pushed me hurriedly towards the car. At the last moment he
pulled me away as she swung the bat and it connected with the passenger door.
The second hit smashed the windscreen. She was screaming obscenities at us as
Travis calmly watched her destroying his car while he pulled out his cell
phone, all the time keeping a close eye on the woman who was completely
redecorating his ride.
    “What are you doing?” I asked perplexed at his casual
stance.
    “Calling the cops” he said calmly.
    I looked at him incredulously. “Why don’t you stop her?” I said
as we both winced as the windscreen finally gave way under the relentless
onslaught and caved inwards.
    “I’m not taking care of it because the only weapon I’m
carrying is a gun. Police have all these non-lethal toys and negotiators who
can deal with nutjobs like this, but if you’re keen for me to shoot her, I can
do that if it would make you happier.”
    I looked at him sourly. “You know, I’m glad it’s your car
she’s doing that to because I kind of think that you have done many things to
deserve this kind of karma. You seem to be taking it a lot better than I would
have thought you would.”
    “It’s just a clunker I use for work. This kind of thing
happens to my cars, so I only use those for work that it doesn’t hurt me to see
destroyed.”
    “This kind of thing happens to you a lot?” I asked deciding
that maybe he had the right idea and I should just sit back and watch Annie destroy the
car. Now that I had realized she wasn’t going to attack us and was content to
take her frustration out on the car , I was able to
relax and enjoy the show.
    “Relatively regularly” he said pulling out some gum and
offering me a stick. I refused and he shrugged and popped one into his mouth.
“Most times when you catch people cheating they have a tendency to take that
personally. With the clientele I work for , we are
talking massive amounts of money. That tends to bring out the inner caveman in
many people. Wish I could say this is the first time someone’s taken to my car
with a baseball bat. In fact it’s probably about the sixth or seventh time.”
    “You live a very strange life” I said.
    “Maybe, but I get paid very well for it. Ahh, here come our
heroes to save the day” Travis said