âSheâll be here in a couple of hours! Theyâre filming from our garden today!â
â Fuck Okrah! She can get the fuck out too!â Viceroy screamed as he stumbled to his feet and cast his hands over the entire lot of them. âOut, out, get the fuck out !â
CHAPTER 5
âP lease honey, I swear!â Selah pleaded, stumbling behind her husband as Viceroy stormed through her closet stripping all her designer gear off the hangers. Instead of her being the boss bitch up in the joint and pulling all the strings, the tables had suddenly turned and now she was the one caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
âI swear to God I donât know how Rodney Ruddman got my ring! Thereâs got to be some rational explanation for it,â she lied, âbut I swear on my dead motherâs grave I didnât give it to him, baby. He didnât get it from me !â
Viceroy moved through their suite like a hurricane with the two male servants following him silently and holding a pair of extra-large baskets in their hands.
âViceroy, please donât do this!â she cried out as he ripped at her ten-thousand-dollar dresses and flung boxes of her precious jewels around like they were Cracker Jack trinkets. Their fight had been hella nasty. After leaving poor Fallon downstairs crying uncontrollably, Selah had raced up the stairs behind Viceroy as he called for two male servants and stormed up to their bedroom suite.
âYour ass gots to go,â he growled as he filled up basket after basket, tossing her shit inside in big heaps. âYou gots to get the fuck up outta here!â
For the first time in her married life Selah felt real fear. âW-w-where are you taking all my stuff, Viceroy? Where do you want me to go? Do you want me to move downstairs? Would you like me to put my things in another suite?â
âHell no!â he spit. âI want you out the door ! You ainât staying not one more night under my goddamn roof, Selah! Take your ass out there to the pool house!â he demanded. âYou can stay out there while I decide if youâre ever gonna be good enough to crawl up in my bed again!â
âOh really?â Selah turned down her lip and hit him with a blast from the past. âI didnât pack up your shit when I caught my sister on her knees in your goddamn office! You mustâve forgotten how that low-down bitch sucked your dick!â
Viceroyâs eyes got wide as he thought about the best head he had ever gotten in his life. âOh I ainât never forgot that shit! I ainât gonna never, ever forget that shit!â
âViceroy!â Selah sobbed, knowing the pain and humiliation of what she was about to face was going to be way too much for her to bear. âBut are you seriously putting me out , baby? Iâm your wife and youâre putting me out of our home?â
âYou shoulda thought about whose wife you were when you decided to climb your ass in the sack with that grisly bastard Ruddman!â
âI didnâtââ Selah started to lie again but then changed her strategy. âWhat about Fallon? You scared the hell out of her, Viceroy! Her and Jock are supposed to be flying out to their young leadersâ camp today and instead sheâs downstairs crying her eyes out because of you! And what about the rest of the kids?â she wailed. âWhat are they gonna think when they find out you put their mother out of her home and forced her to go live in some wretched-ass pool house!â
âThe kids?â Viceroy whirled around and glared like her tears didnât faze him one damn bit. âThe goddamn kids are grown , Selah! If they got a problem with what I do in my house then they can carry their asses out to the pool house right along with you! Matter fact,â he said with a dark, crazed glint in his eyes. âIâm about to tighten up my will and put the brakes on all