Eric (Men of Honor 2)

I’d held off on doing anything with the information I had in my hands because at the end of the day, as much as Janine had fucked us both over, she was still the mother of my child. I’ve lived by a certain creed all my life, and though it was sometimes hard to uphold in the face of Janine’s bullshit, I did a good job if I do say so myself.

Today she’d crossed every fucking line there is. I might’ve let the fact that she dragged my wife’s ex and his hag here to stir up shit slide, but putting hands on Justine sealed her fucking fate. I can’t kill her, Tyler and Justine might suspect that shit. Though the thought of running her off the road, one dark lonely night hold lots of appeal. But I can do the next best thing.

I got to Janine and the asshole’s place in less than ten minutes. I wasn’t worried about being let in because he’s been on some shit these last few years since the zeroes in my bank account surpassed his. I guess he’d forgotten how he used to laugh at me and my son with Janine when the two of them first fucked us over.

I still, to this day, have no idea how she’d talked her way into his bed, not that she’s a bad looking woman, but this town isn’t lacking for those, and she was already married with a kid. Not to mention she had nothing to offer other than her ass. Whatever, I stopped caring about that shit a long time ago.

The only time I ever had any dealings with him was that period of time when he got it into his head that he wanted to play daddy to my kid, and I had to let him know which limbs he would lose if he pursued that shit. At that time, he still had more money than me, and I was scared shitless because of the stories I’d heard, which pretty much stated that the courts would take my kid since they apparently favored mothers.

It was Janelle who’d told me at that time that Tyler was old enough to tell the judge which of us he wanted to live with. She was still in high school back then. Thank fuck Janine had come to her senses because I never heard shit about it after that and had no more reason to deal with the man I used to blame for the demise of my family.

I say used to because it’s been some time since I came to the realization that that was all on Janine. She’s the one I’d exchanged vows with; her idiot husband owed Tyler and me nothing. Not sure why the fuck I’m thinking about all that shit now, though, and I put it out of my mind when I drove through the gate after giving my name.

Janine met me at the door looking rough as hell like she’d been crying. “What’re you doing here, Eric? What do you want?” I ignored her and spoke to the housekeeper, who was hovering in the background. “Where’s your boss?” The woman looked at Janine, almost hesitantly before answering me. Janine was on my heels like a wayward puppy, repeating the same shit over and over again, which I ignored.

Her husband was sitting in his home office, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “What do you have to add to this farce now?” Those were the first words he spoke to me as I walked in. “Did you come here to add insult to injury?” I just quirked my brow at him since I had no idea what he was talking about.

He sighed hard and warily before pointing at something on his desk. “I guess you know about this since he’s your son. You don’t have to worry; she won’t be bothering your wife anymore.” My eyes landed on the envelope I’m guessing Tyler had brought him.

“Actually, I have no idea what that is; I brought you my own.”

Tyler’s evidence doesn’t have much to do with him. If he wonders why Janine is so invested in my marriage and out to harm my wife, she can easily explain that shit away by saying that it was because she didn’t want another woman around her son, but what I had in my envelope would be a direct hit. I can’t slit her throat in a dark alley for fucking with me and mine, but I can make sure that the rest of her life is hell.

“What’s this?” He accepted the business envelope I passed him and looked inside. I saw the color drain from his face seconds before Janine flew past me and tried grabbing it from his hands. “What the fuck is this?”

“Read them, the pictures speak for themselves. Those are just some of the ones she sent me.”