"What businesses does the MC own?" I ask with interest.
"We own a bar, strip club, a convenience store, and an Apartment Building. We partnered with a couple of the old ladies and brother's businesses also. Leelee's Bookstore, Slice Steel Tattoo Shop, and Harlan Vinyl and More, Lillie's Store, and Thorne's Garage. He tells me with pride in his voice.
Chapter 19
Lyric
Monday morning comes entirely too quick for my liking. We get the twins up and ready for school and neither one wants to go. I sit them down and ask them to tell me what they are thinking about.
"I don't want to leave my daddy." Jazz says
Jamie's shaking his head supporting what she just said.
"Your daddy will pick you two up after school today. Then y'all will pick me up after work. How does that sound?"
This makes them both a little more settled and they finish their morning routines. I'm going to the garage and Dean stops me. He tells me that we'll be using his vehicle from now on. One of the prospects brought up my Yukon on Friday. It's been at Nic's house. He dropped it off in the driveway last night while you were sleeping. The car seats are already in the back. We pile out of the house and make it to the driveway where I see the SUV of my dreams. It's a Black 2015 GMC Yukon and it's fucking beautiful. My mouth's salivating because I've never seen one up close and it's sparkling.
"Are sure you want to take this? The kids might get it dirty." I ask
"Baby I'm sure and I wouldn't have it any other way."
I help get Jamie in the backseat and he straps himself in. He looks at me with his eyes big.
"Momma there's a TV on the back of the seat."
I look behind me and sure enough there is.
"I see that Jamie." I say to him with a smile.
Dean gets Jazz buckled in and I get in the passenger seat as he's getting in the drivers.
"Can we watch some cartoons." The kids ask at the same time.
"Sure thing." Dean says and starts messing with what looks like the radio and a cartoon comes on the TV's.
He asks me to open the console next to me and there are headphones in it. I get the headphones out. I turn them on and hand them to the children. They put them on and the cartoon's no longer playing through the radio. Dean turns the radio to the Classic Rock Station we both like. We put our seat belts on and he pulls out of the driveway. We get to Breckinridge Elementary and park to walk the children in. I need to let the staff know that he'll be picking them up this afternoon as well as the rest of the week. I also need to inform them that we'll be moving out of town. We've just walked into the building when I see that little shit Mitch with his bitch ass mom. The kids are on either side of Dean and they walk him up to Mitch. I can see Stacy checking my man out and trying to push her tits out so that he'll notice. The kids stop about a foot from them and I come to a stop next to them. Stacy looks at him and bats her eyes. I clear my throat and she looks away from him and looks at me.
"Hi Lyric." She says sugary sweet.
Just as I'm about to respond I hear Jazz talking to Mitch.
"Me and my bruder ain't bastards. This is our daddy right here and he does love us and our mommy." Jazz says to him.
I can see the embarrassment on Stacy's face. My main concern though is the raging bull next to me. I look at Dean and tell him silently that I'll take care of this. I can feel Dean's struggling to keep his shit together right now.
"Honey why don't you take the twins to the office. I'll be right behind you." I say as I kiss the side of his mouth.
He looks at Stacy with distain then looks at me and shakes his head yes. I can tell it's taking everything in him to not go the fuck off right now.
"I love you. I 'll do as you asked this time babe." He says
He keeps holding the twins' hands as he walks towards the office. I lean into Stacy when they make it into the office.
"You and your husband really shouldn't talk about people in front of your child. If we weren't in this school and around our children, I would wipe the floor with your fucking ass. You really shouldn't be looking at other women's men and trying to show your goods to them especially when you have a husband."
I turn around and don't give any more of my time to her. I walk into the office with my head held high.
"Dean Henderson will be picking the twins up the rest of the week. I also want to let you know that Friday will be their last day here. I would like to have their transcripts sent home in their folders on Friday please." I say to Fran.
Fran asks Dean for his Driver's License for the files. She makes two copies and puts them into each of their folders. Then she asks for the make and model of his car and if that will be the only vehicle he'll be driving when picking them up? He tells her everything and she puts that in the folders also.
"When you come to get the twins there's a procession line. A teacher will come to the window and ask what children you'll be picking up. They'll get the children for you." She says to Dean.
We thank her and walk the children to their room and give them hugs and say goodbye.
"What the fuck was that shit with that cunt and her kid?" He asks when we get into the car.
I tell him what was said to Jazz and Jamie on Thursday.
"I should find that cunts husband and beat him bloody." He says to me as a vein in his forehead starts to pop out and pulsate.
I tell him that it doesn't matter because I got the message across to Stacy.
"It would make me feel better." He huffs.
"Honey we'll be in Harlan by the weekend." I say with a giggle.
"I would like to talk to the lawyer worked on the Valentine Estate?" I say to the receptionist as we walk into the Lawyers Office at 9:15 am.
She looks up at us and asks us to please take a seat and she'll be with us in a minute. We take a seat and she looks something up on her computer and makes a phone call. A few minutes later an older man with gray hair and a pot belly walks out to the receptionist area.
"I'm the lawyer that's working on the Valentine Estate." He says as he introduces himself as Donald Turner.
"I'm Lyric Valentine. I need to speak to you about the estate."
He stands a little straighter and asks to see identification. I get into my purse and hand him my Driver's License, Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, and my High School Diploma. He looks at everything I give him and shakes his head to himself.
"Please follow me." He says
"I've been sending letters to your last known address." He informs me.
"What address do you have for me?" I ask, but I already know the answer.
He tells me the address on file is Ali's house.
"I know nothing about Ali's parents. She's never said a word about them to me until Saturday. I left home at seventeen because I found out I was pregnant. I wasn't going to subject myself or my children to Ali's hatred, hostility, or physical abuse. I just found out about a trust in my name. I need to know what's going on because I'm getting ready to move to Harlan." I tell him.
"You do indeed have a trust fund. It was set up by your Maternal Grandparents. They made a will stating that the majority of their Life Savings, Bank Accounts, Property, and Life Insurance would also go to you. They left about twenty percent to their daughter and your mother Allison Thorne Valentine. There was a stipulation on the money and Ali wouldn't get it all at once. She would get an allowance every month for the first eighteen years. This was your grandparents way of making sure you were taken care of if they passed away before you turned eighteen. She would then get the remaining amount after you turned of age. She had the right according to the trust to live in one of the houses of her choice until you were twenty-one years of age. The properties would be put into your name at that point." He says to me.
I'm in shock because she stopped taking care of me when I was fourteen years old. She knew about the money and that just added to why she hated me so much.
"Mr. Turner did she try to get any money from the trust?" I ask
"She's tried every couple of years. The trust counsel didn't see that she needed the money. The properties are maintained through the trust. She couldn't come up with a viable reason for the extra money she was asking for." He replies to my question.
"How much is in the trust now? What and where are the properties you're talking about?" I ask because I'm curious as to why she never told me or tried to swindle the money from me.
"The trust is worth 2.1 million dollars. There's four different properties. Three houses here in Lexington and a building on Richmond Rd." I about fall out of my seat with his answer.
"You're kidding right? Where are the houses located?" I ask in awe.
"One house is off of Alexandria Rd. The second is off of Man O' War and Boston Rd. The third house is the one I grew up in off of Buckhorn Rd." He tells me as he looks at the address on a piece of paper in front of him.