Free Mick Sinatra 3: His Lady, His Children, and Sal by Mallory Monroe Page A

getting?” Cathleen asked bluntly, motioning toward Roz.
    Mick frowned.   “None of your damn business,” he responded, equally bluntly.
    “You don’t understand what we’re going through,”
Hillary said.   “We depend on your
ass.   If you stop taking care of us, what
are we supposed to do?”
    “Here’s a novel idea,” Mick said.   “Get a job.”   He began to stand.   Roz stood too.
    “We are serious, Michello,” Cathleen said, as the
mothers rose too.   “You need to tell us
what to expect, and what our boys can expect.”
    “My children will always be taken care of.   They know that.”
    “And us?” Ursula asked.
    Mick looked at her.   He couldn’t be harsh to her.   “Nothing changes,” he said.   “Now
my wife and I will have to leave.”
    “You are such an asshole!” Cathleen spewed out.   “You treat us like dogs, yet you treat that
bitch like she’s the cat’s meow?   Her ?   You expect us to accept that bitch?   What do we get?”
    Mick broke away from Roz.   “Mick,” Roz said, attempting to pull him
back.   But he jerked away from her and
continued to progress toward Cathleen.   Cathleen’s heart was pounding, but she stood her ground.
    Mick stood toe to toe with her.   “You, on the other hand,” he said, “is
officially cut off.   You will not get
another dime from me.   And this house has
only one name on it, and it’s not yours.   I want my house back.   You have
twenty-four hours to vacate these premises.   That’s what you get.   Now who’s
the bitch?   Bitch.”
    Mick stared at her a moment longer.   Then he reached his hand out to Roz, Roz
grasped it, and they left the mothers where they stood.

 
    Hours later, Roz got out of the tub after a long
bath, dried off, and got in bed.   Mick
had showered earlier and was already in bed, lying on his back.   He pulled her freshly scrubbed naked body on
top of his.  
    She looked down at him as he covered her body with
their silk sheets.   “Are you really going
to take that house away from Cathleen?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mick,” Roz
said.
    Mick looked at her.   He began rubbing her ass.
    “I’m thinking about Joey.   He loves his mother.   It’s going to hurt him if you put her out
like that.”
    “Then he’ll have to be hurt.”
    “Oh, Mick, you don’t mean that.”
    But Mick did mean it.   “I don’t play that shit, Rosalind,” he
said.   “And Cat knows it.   But she still calls my wife a bitch.   She talks about you as if you’re beneath
her.   She feels entitled to my
money.   I don’t play that shit!   That gravy train is over.”
      “What are you
going to tell Joey when he finds out his mother is homeless?”
    “Buy her a home if he doesn’t want her homeless,”
Mick suggested.   “The trust fund I set up
for him pays him monthly.   He can afford
it.”
    “He can afford to buy her a house,” Roz said, “but
nothing like the one she’s living in now.”
    “She should have thought about that before she
disrespected you.   She’s known me a long
time.   I assure you she can’t recall one
time in all of that time when I didn’t mean what I said.   She’s out.   No counter argument is going to bring her back in.”
    Roz closed her eyes and laid her head back onto his
shoulder.   She was hesitant now to bring
up her Hamilton Sturgess problem.   Hamp
needed help, and Roz was anxious to help him, not only because he needed it,
but because it would be a good business move on her part.   But Mick was so damn hard.   He might not allow it.
    That was why she thought again.   Because if she allowed him to have veto power
over her business decisions, when she was certain he wouldn’t give her that
privilege when it came to his own business decisions, he would effectively
control every aspect of her life.   She
would be taking an awful risk if she tried it.
    But she had to tell him about her past history