Chapter 4: Ex's And Oh's

Tracey walked out of the studio, she was done filming for the day. She walked to her trailer, she got in and changed out of the costume. Her phone vibrated, and she looked at it, it was her ex boyfriend Will McGregor. Tracey answered it. "Hello?" She asked into the phone. "Hey, Trace." Will answered back with a slurred speech. "I got to missing you, and I figured I'd call and check on you." He told her. "You're drunk." She said in an irritated voice. "Aw, c'mon. I'm a better lover drunk, you should come by my place. For old times sake." Will told Tracey. "I promised mom I wouldn't see you again, I still remember the bruises and hospital visits I've had by your hand." Tracey replied. "You deserved every blow, now I'm going to pick you up. And you better be ready." Will said angrily before hanging up the phone. Tracey dialed Franklin, he answered the phone. "Yeah?" He asked into the phone. "Franklin, can you come pick me up? My psycho ex is on his way and I need protection." Tracey explained. "Yeah, sure." Franklin replied. "I'm on my way now." Franklin told her before hanging up. Tracey put her phone away, she walked over to a chair outside of her trailer and sat.

Moments later Franklin drove up on his motorcycle, he shut off the bike and dismounted. "So, you wanna wait for him or do you wanna go?" Franklin asked Tracey. Just then a beat up Vapid Stanier pulled up, a young man got out with long black hair and a beard. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans, and black hi top sneakers. "Hey, get away from my woman!" He shouted at Franklin. Franklin stepped up to the man, who in turn sized Franklin up. The drunken man moved Franklin aside, he walked over to Tracey and grabbed her by her arm and then stood her up with great force. "You, you're coming with me. Now." He told Tracey. Will suddenly felt himself being turned around with even greater force and getting punched in the face by the bigger Franklin. Will fell to the ground clutching his busted nose, he looked up at Franklin. "What the fuck man?" He asked Franklin. "This is the fuck, you leave her alone. I am a guy who can make things happen, now get up, get in your car, and get your punk ass down the road." Franklin told him. Will did as he was told, he got up and got in his car and drove off. Tracey looked at Franklin. "Thanks." She told Franklin. "So, do you want me to take you home?" Franklin asked Tracey. "No, take me to Stephanie's. She's got her a vacation home in Vinewood Hills." Tracey replied. They got on Franklin's bike and rode off.

Franklin rolled in front of Stephanie's luxury home just off Whispymound Drive, it was a wonder home with one story, completely furnished with expensive furniture, three bedrooms each with big beds, a tanning bed, a swimming pool, and a hot tub. Tracey dismounted the bike, she looked at Franklin. "Want to come in for a drink?" She asked him. "Nah, I really got to get going." Franklin replied. "C'mon, just for a bit." Tracey insisted. Franklin thought about it for a minute, he nodded. "Okay, just for a bit." He replied. He dismounted his bike and walked alongside Tracey into the house. Inside the house was nice, the design was similar to Franklin's with a few small changes in room locations and furniture. In the master bedroom sat a tanning bed, the door opened and Stephanie got out. She was completely nude, and tan. Her naked body revealed a few tattoos that were otherwise hidden, a quarter moon on the left side of her abdomen, a yin yang on the right side, a dream catcher on her right thigh, and a tribal with a heart in the center that read "Packie" Right above her butt

Packie sat on the couch breaking up some bud, baby Nathan was in a baby walker hopping. Franklin and Tracey approached him. "Hey, Packie." Franklin said. "What's up Frank?" Packie asked as he rolled his joint. "Shit, living the dream. What about you?" Franklin asked in response. "Ah hell. Married life, as well as being a successful club owner. The bar in Rockford is doing good, and we're gonna go to the Pig Pen this weekend to check on things." Packie replied. Packie licked the glue on the paper and finished rolling the joint, Franklin sat in a chair next to the couch. Stephanie walked out, wearing a gold thong bikini, and gold heels. Her brown hair was down over her shoulders. She sat beside Packie and Tracey sat in Franklin's lap. "Steph, you look so hot." Tracey told Stephanie. "I'm a mess." Stephanie replied in a half cocky manner. "No, for just having a baby. You've taken great care of yourself!" Tracey exclaimed. Stephanie had too, she was big into cardio, she ran every morning and swam twice a day every day.

As they passed the joint, a knock at the door caught their attention. Packie handed the joint to Franklin and stood up, he walked to the door and opened it. Outside was Will and five other men, they looked at the Irishman. "Tracey De Santa is here." Will stated. "What if she is?" Packie asked him. Will's nose was black and swollen, as well as both his eyes from the blow Franklin dealt him. "Tracey! Get your ass out here!" Will shouted. Franklin then stood Tracey up off his lap and walked to the door. "Can I help you?" Franklin asked Will. "Yeah, you can help me by stepping outside. See how you do in a fair fight." Will replied. Packie and Franklin looked at each other, they drew their pistols and aimed them at Will. Will's boys backed up as far as they could, this caught Will's attention as he saw his pals retreat. Will then turned around to face them, he smiled innocently and said "Have a nice day gentlemen." Before running to his car with his pals and leaving. Packie and Franklin smirked, before closing the door and going back to the smoking session.

After visiting with her cousin, Tracey and Franklin left the house on Franklin's bike. Franklin drove Tracey back to her dad's mansion on Hampstead in Rockford Hills. He pulled the bike up outside of the gate, the gate opened and Franklin rode on inside. He parked in front of the garage and Tracey got off the bike. "Thanks for dealing with that psycho, he is super obsessed with me." Tracey told Franklin. "It ain't no thing, just be careful." Franklin replied. "Do you want to come in?" Tracey asked Franklin. "Nah, I gotta go." Franklin replied. "Okay, well. I am off tomorrow, do you wanna come by? Maybe swim and drink a little with me?" Tracey asked Franklin. "I may swing by." Franklin replied. Tracey leaned in and kissed him on the lips, she then stood straight and smiled. "Don't keep me waiting." She said softly. Tracey turned around and walked in the house, she shook her butt for Franklin to watch as she walked. Tracey walked in the house and shut the door, she walked upstairs where she heard moaning and panting coming from her parent's room.

As she walked to her bedroom door, her parent's bedroom door opened. Michael walked out, wearing a white tank top and sweat pants. "Where ya been?" Michael asked Tracey. "I went to Steph's after work." Tracey replied. "Okay, who brought you home?" Michael asked. "Franklin." Tracey replied. "I see, okay. Have a good night kid." Michael said before walking back in his room and closing the door, Tracey did the same thing before getting undressed and laying down in her bed. She grabbed her phone and texted Stephanie. "OMG, Franklin was so hot today protecting me." Tracey texted. She put the phone down and moments later her phone beeped. Tracey opened it up. "You two are getting really close, are you two a thing?" The text asked. "I don't know, we made out and he felt me up a little last night, but we were drunk." Tracey replied. "He likes you." Stephanie's text told Tracey. "Maybe. idk." Tracey replied. She put her phone down, laid on her right side and closed her eyes.