approaching sixty.
Nicole turned to her husband to-be and nodded her head; he simply said, "We'll take care of it; just get her to her room."
Getting Mama to her room was a bit of a struggle, but she won it while behind them, Cole informed her step-father that he didn't allow wife-beating, child-molesting, rapists in his house. Brian and Rat assured him that he wasn't going to come near Mama ever again.
He started to yell, but was hit hard in the gut by one of the three and then tossed in a cab.
"What have you done?" Mama asked, terrified. "He's going to be so angry when I go home."
"Mama, you aren't going back to him. You live here now. I have all of your stuff being moved out of your house right now. The movers are there, packing it up and putting it in storage."
"You what?" she asked
"When he gets off the plane in San Diego, he'll be severed with restraining orders to stay away from the house, as well, so you can begin selling it," Nicole continued.
"But I can't support myself! You're ruining everything. What gives you the right to do this!" Mama screamed at her.
"I'm supporting you, Mama, and I have plenty to do it with," she said as they got to their office. "Sit down and look. See that number, that's how much I have to support you with. Do you think we might be able to manage with a million?"
"Money? But what about --"
"Do you love him, Mama? Really? Look me in the eye and tell me that you love that worthless piece of shit. He molested both Sandra and me; he tried raping me several times. He beat on all of us. He hasn't worked for eight fucking years!" Nicole told her, "Bottom line, Mama, is either you leave him or I have him killed, ‘cause where he belongs is in prison."
"My god, Nicole; you're serious," Mama said in wonder.
"You're damn right that I'm serious. I couldn't fight back then. I was too young and too scared and you couldn't fight for me. But I grew up, Mama, and it's my turn to help you."
"I don't know what to do," Mama said, bursting into tears. "I don't want you to kill him."
"Then he'll live, but he'll never live off you again. I guarantee you that."
Mama cried and Mama pleaded, and Mama remained in a state of near panic most of the evening, and then she finally exhausted herself and fell asleep in the guest room they prepared for her.
"She might need a psych to deal with this," Cole told her.
"She could have left," Nicole noted. "She could have called a cab, or called the cops and said we were kidnapping her, or she could have just started for the front door. We couldn't have stopped her. But she didn't. She didn't do any of those things or even bring those possibilities up. I think she'll be a lot better in the morning. She just has to really believe that what I'm offering is true and safe."
She turned to Cole, "You're an amazing man, lover. Thank you so much for this."
For the next two days, Mama cleaned and swept and weeded the gardens and cleaned the garage.
"I draw the line at you cleaning the bike, Mama," Cole told her respectively and then gave her a smile. "You know, you really are safe here. I promise."
She nodded, "I believe you. I doubt he even knows how to get back here. He had nothing nice to say about the trip and bitched about how everything was second-rate. It was embarrassing, to say the least."
She looked up at Cole, "I just don't know what to do now. I need to be doing something."
"How about beginning with selling your house?" he asked.
"What?"
"Well, Nicole checked the deeds and titles already. That house is in your name only. You don't even need to be divorced to sell it. It's yours, from a previous marriage. Willed to you. The lawyer in San Diego, who Nicole found through a friend of ours, assures us that all you have to do is sign the papers and he'll sell that house for you. Then you can use that money to learn investing or something like that with Nicole.