Chapter 62

"To forgive the terrorists is up to God, but to send them to Him is up to me!" Vladimir Putin

MELODY POV

I was trying. Like really trying with everything inside of me to channel the sweet Laura inside of me, but I was failing. Miserably so.

I know Jordan craved to see his wife and mother be on the same page and side of things, but Brittany fuckin Rothschild made all of that impossible. She was such a jinx who flinched even at the breath of a cat. Dogs farted, she flinched, a car honked, she screamed and jumped into the air; or clung herself at me, digging her dirty nails into my skin and my clothes.

I know Jordan wanted me to get a little close to his mom, but there was no way I was going to get used to any of this. Brittany was a helpless case, and she was stupid beyond redemption there was nothing I could do.

When I was tired of telling her off in the middle of Los Angeles at Fuckin’ 10 on a Sunday morning, I decided to go sit down by a bench and browse through the internet for som