Free The Retreat by Dijorn Moss

the money in his front pocket and the gun in his back pocket.
    â€œYou know what to do if any trouble occurs. Just point and shoot.” Joshua gave Will a nod as Will pointed to his brother to go into the house. “Be good. I got to go.”
    After Joshua ran up the stairs and closed both doors, Will took Chauncey by the arm and walked him to the car. Chauncey got into the passenger seat and Will made his way back to the driver’s seat.
    â€œWhere are we headed?” Will asked.
    â€œMonterey Bay.”
    Will had never even heard of Monterey Bay. The farthest he had been outside of Long Beach was Palmdale to visit family. He did not have a clue as to what was in store for him. All Will knew was that he had nothing to lose.

Chapter Eight
    Quincy pulled up to his former two-story brick house. He paused for a minute, noticing that the lawn and the rosebushes were freshly trimmed. He remembered when he and Karen first bought the house and how they celebrated on the lawn, where Quincy picked her up and kissed her.
    Quincy oversaw all of the details of the house. As an architect, he knew what enhanced the beauty of a home and what detracted. Quincy would have built their first home himself, like his original plan, but work on downtown lofts were too time consuming, so he settled for the home that he would have built if he’d had the time.
    His father always told him that a man is not a man until he can walk on floors that he owns. One of Quincy’s happiest moments was when he paid off the mortgage of their house and only had to worry about property taxes.
    This was the first time Quincy had been to the house since he discovered that Karen was having an affair. He wondered if it was too soon to return home. God only knew what damage he might cause with his full set of golf clubs. He had to remind himself that he was Quincy Page, and Quincy Page did not lose control. No one was built like him, and for that, he could go into this house and face his unfaithful wife.
    Quincy opened the car door against a heavy wind and let the car door close. He then followed the brick walkway to the white door with the gold lantern positioned right above the doorbell. Quincy pulled out his keys and was surprised that she had not changed the locks. Karen stood in the entrance dressed in a brown turtleneck and black slacks. That was sad for eleven-thirty at night.
    Karen was too attractive a woman to dress so conservatively; this was another glaring example of why Quincy was not necessarily fulfilled. That she dressed so seductive and sexy around A-MOG burned him to the core.
    Quincy noticed that she had gained some weight since the last time he’d seen her. Maybe he was exaggerating, but maybe she was going through a depression. Unfortunately, Quincy could not feel too sorry for her. Karen had made her choice, and now she had to live with it.
    â€œYou have any golf clubs with you?” Karen asked.
    â€œI wouldn’t crack jokes if I were you. You’re lucky I’m even here.”
    â€œWhere have you been?” Karen folded her arms.
    The audacity of this woman; she cheats on me with another man and has the nerve to ask about my whereabouts. He was raised to be a gentlemen and to never, under any circumstances, put his hands on a lady, but Karen was pushing it.
    â€œDon’t worry about where I’ve been. You weren’t concerned about me when you were lying up with ol’ boy.”
    â€œLook, you never gave me a chance to explain. That’s why I called you to come over. I wanted to talk to you about our marriage.”
    â€œWe don’t have a marriage. You cheated on me, remember? Our marriage exists only on paper, and come next week, that’s about to change.”
    â€œSo you’re going to file for divorce?” Karen asked.
    â€œWhat do you think? There is nothing you can say or do that will keep me from divorcing you.”
    â€œI’ve been praying that God will move