Chapter 51: Scott's Phone Call

-Scott's POV-

I flopped down on the couch and let out a loud, annoyed groan. Even after a week of working with my father, I still couldn't figure out the huge, important problem that required both of us to come home. The only thing that happened when we got back was that my father gave me much more responsibility in the company. I had been working every day from sun up until well past midnight. I wanted to call Molly every day. But most of the time, when I got home, I would pass out before I got the chance.
At the moment, it felt like it would be no different than any other night. But I wasn't going to let that happen. I was missing Molly so much that it felt like there was a hole in my chest. Occasionally, I would catch myself rubbing the area as if it was sore.
"I just need to hear her voice," I said out loud to the empty room.
I didn't know what I was doing, talking out loud. I supposed I was hoping that by voicing my desires, Molly would suddenly appear before me. I sighed in disappointment when nothing happened.
I grabbed the phone to start dialing Molly. In my last email, I told her I would call after I had gotten home from work, expecting me to get home late. I had indeed gotten home late. However, it had been hours since my promised time. I couldn't help feeling guilty for making her wait that long.
Before I could even finish dialing, my phone rang in my hand. At first, I thought it was someone from work and was more than willing to let it go to voicemail, so I could continue to call Molly. But Noah's name popped up instead.
I hurried to answer it. "Hey, Noah. Can I call you back in a minute? I gotta call Molly."
"I just got back from there," Noah replied.
That was the last thing that I had expected him to reply to my request.
"Wait, what? Why were you there?" I asked, startled.
"I stopped by to see you, only to find that you weren't there. Why didn't you tell me you were heading home?" Noah asked.
"It was sudden. I barely had time to send you the information you needed. What's going on?" I pressed, wanting to get the conversation over with.
"I wanted to let you know that I handled Jean-Pierre. He won't be a problem for a long time," Noah explained with a chuckle.
His declaration had me sitting up straighter on the couch.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to hear his confession.
"I informed his father that his son had issues with addictions... or rather, I made sure to present his father with the evidence. Namely... his son blitzed out of his mind. As well as a woman willing to tell Mr. Dubois exactly how his son treats other women. There was no denying it when the evidence was right in his smug, arrogant face," Noah replied, the sneer prominent in his voice.
I snorted in disbelief. "Jean-Pierre really offered to do that purely out of the goodness of his heart?"
Noah chuckled again. "Let's just say... I was very convincing when I spoke to him about talking to his father. He might have had a few bumps and bruises before I managed to get him inside his house."
A wicked smile crossed my face, wishing I had been there to help Noah take care of Jean-Pierre. But I was just glad to hear that Jean-Pierre was gone from our lives.
"So what is going to happen next?" I questioned him.
"Well, when I reminded his father what this would do to his family's personal and business reputation, he was quick to try to fix it. Prominent families don't like to have their reputations smeared with this sort of scandal. Mr. Dubois has sent little ol' JP to a drug and alcohol rehab center in Italy and cut him off from his trust fund until he can show that he can stay sober for a few years," Noah explained.
"Good. Hopefully, by then, Eric will have found another backer," I commented.
"Oh, Mr. Dubois isn't withdrawing his support. However, Eric has another backer now. Me. Eric is looking to expand, and I love how he manages his club and keeps things safe. I have offered to foot the bill on another club until they are up and running."
"That's great, Noah. I'm glad to hear that you're willing to step up. That will help Eric get out from under the Dubois family and make sure that he doesn't have to let Jean-Pierre hold anything else over him," I stated firmly.
"Speaking of which... did you know that the bastard tried to blackmail your girl?" Noah asked so suddenly that my head almost spun.
"What?" I snapped into the phone.
"You didn't know?"
"No! What did she say? What did he have?" I demanded.
"She didn't say much, Scott. All she said was Jean-Pierre called and tried to blackmail her, and she refused. He didn't mention anything when I took him home to face his father. So I guess that the only way you're gonna know is to call your girl and ask her," Noah pointed out.
Furiously, I ground my teeth. I didn't know what Molly was thinking, hiding this from me. Even an email would have been acceptable. But she didn't even do that.
"She's gonna regret not telling her Dom what happened," I growled. "And Jean-Pierre is gonna regret messing with my girl."
Noah chuckled. "Oh, don't worry about him. If the drugs and alcohol didn't give him a decent enough hangover. The fist he took to the jaw would have done the job well enough. I'd be shocked if he's eating properly yet."
That did little to make me feel better. "I gotta go, Noah. I'll talk to you later."
"See you later, actually. I'll be back in the states tomorrow and over to where you are next week. I bought that house that Molly pointed out," Noah explained.
"Good. See you soon, then," I replied, then hung up before he could say anything else.
The phone had barely beeped off before I pulled up Molly's number and hit dial.
Molly, to her credit, answered on the third ring and sounded excited about talking to me. The sound of joy actually made me a little angrier. If she had told me sooner, I wouldn't have had to call to tell her she was in trouble.
"Scott! I'm so glad you called!" she answered breathlessly on the phone.
"Where are you right now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
"I'm in the living room," Molly replied in confusion.
"Is your mother home?"
"No, she went out with her friends. Since we're getting ready to head home next week, she wanted to spend another day with them before we headed out. What's going on? You sound... angry?" Molly asked.
"I am angry. Go to your room and lock the door, little sub. We need to talk."