Ch 6

They walked back stopping at Mark's house to feed Quincy. Mark unlocked the back sliding door motioning for Stacy to go in. She stepped in and right away noticed something shimmering all over the floors. She bent down picking up the pieces of broken DVDs and CDs showing them to Mark.

"What the hell!" Mark looked at them. He went past Stacy to the hallway with the door leading to the basement seeing more pieces of cds littering the stairs. He cursed all the way down throwing the door to his workout room open finding a hammer next to the folder that held his favorite music and movies. He spun around the room seeing not only had she smashed his cds. She had smashed all the frames holding photos from over the course of his career.

"I can't believe she did this," Stacy looked around the room in horror seeing the mess her sister had left everywhere. Her eyes went to Mark standing in the middle of the room looking like he was ready to explode.

"She wants a war she is going to get one," Mark rushed upstairs with Stacy on his heels. She followed him into his and Stephanie's bedroom and watched as went into Stephanie's closest riping it apart and breaking the heels off his wife's favorite pairs of shoes. Stacy was going to say something but then decided not to. Mark deserved to have some revenge for what Stephanie had done to his workout room. She stood silently watching till he came out and sat down on the edge of the bed letting out a loud sigh.

"That felt good. She always did love her damn shoes more than me," Mark said destroying the white lace heels Stephanie had worn on their wedding day. "I'm sorry you had to watch that."

"Its ok I understand. Is there anything else she might have gone after?" Stacy was almost afraid to ask that question.

"Oh shit my motorcycles," he hurried down the stairs through the house to the garage relieved to see they were all sitting with their covers on. His eyes were drawn to a note attached to the one cover of his favorite Harley. "Hi honey, just giving you a preview of what things will be like if you keep pissing me off and force me to divorce you. Love Stephanie," Mark read the note feeling his temper boiling even more. He crumbled the note ripping the covers off one by one making sure his ten motorcycles were all unharmed. "That bitch doesn't know what she just started. I don't give a damn what happens I'm divorcing her ass."

"It will get worse the moment she is served papers."

"I really don't give a shit. I'm not staying married to a psycho bitch out of fear of what she or her fucked up father are going to do," he said the words and immediately bit his tongue, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that about your Dad."

"It's ok. You're only saying the truth. He will try to ruin everything in your life because in his eyes you will be the enemy no matter what Stephanie does," Stacy said knowing in her father's eyes Stephanie could never do wrong. "I'll help you clean up this place then I'll see if Stephanie has said anything to my father yet."

"Stacy, you don't have to do either."

"I know but I want to," she started picking up the covers. Mark was going to protest but then he decided against knowing he needed her help in more ways than one.

Linda was finishing going over her daily appointments when she heard the front door open. She looked up seeing Stacy coming down the hall.

"She doesn't look happy," Linda said with concern getting up from her desk and meeting her daughter in the hall.

"Hi Mom," Stacy gave her mom a hug.

"What's wrong?" Linda right away asked making Stacy smirk.

"Why do you think something is wrong? Maybe I just wanted to stop by and say hi," she said as Linda shook her head no knowing her youngest very well.

"Is it problems with Adam? He is still bugging you about his push even after your father told him in a year he will be champ?"

"Um, Adam and I had another argument but it wasn't about work," Stacy hesitated seeing her mom's eyes fill with curiosity. "He is pushing me to have a baby now."

"What? Why?" Linda was stunned her son in law was interested in starting a family after all his speeches about now not being the time to make Linda and Vince grandparents.

"I have no idea. He said because his career is now secure but I think he's lying. Do you know if him and Dad talked about anything else besides the title push that would make Adam suddenly want to have a child?"

"Not that I know of, your Dad is on his way to the jet. You can try to give him a call in a few hours to find out."

"I will," Stacy softly said giving her Mom a nervous look.

"What else is up?"

"Has Stephanie said anything to you about her and Mark?"

"Your sister and I are having a communication problem at the moment. I questioned her about some hotel charges in cities we haven't had shows in and she told me to mind my own business."

"Mom, her and Mark are having problems. I caught Dave Batista leaving Stephanie's house this morning," Stacy filled her mom in.

"I thought those two were too close at the party. Where was Mark? Does he know?"

"He was at my house. I asked him to stay after Stephanie kicked him out earlier. He knows about Stephanie and Dave. I'll be traveling with him to make sure he doesn't get himself arrested," Stacy hesitated for a moment knowing she could tell her Mom anything and it always stayed between them. "I'm worried Stephanie is going to cry to Dad that Mark is mistreating her and he isn't. Mark has done nothing wrong. It's all Stephanie and if they get a divorce I don't want Dad to destroy Mark's career."

"I noticed they were acting different. I didn't know it was that bad. I really like Mark your sister should smarten up. I having something to show you that I think will settle some of your concerns about Mark's future if he divorces your sister," Linda softly said taking a key from her desk and unlocking one of her file cabinets. She shuffled through some papers taking out a folder. She opened it going through the papers. "Here you go," Linda handed Stacy a stack of papers. Stacy sat down in a chair starting to read through them while Linda leaned on the edge of her desk.

"Why didn't Mark mention this?" Stacy asked after a few minutes.

"He probably didn't read through everything just signed it. He didn't care about our family's money he just wanted to marry Stephanie. I remember he signed that in a rush when your father presented to him."

"Can I make a copy of this?"

"Sure, go ahead," Linda pointed to the copier in the corner.

"Mom, did Adam sign this too when he signed the prenuptial?" Stacy asked softly glancing at her mom.

"Of course he did," Linda went towards her daughter looking into her eyes. "Are you thinking of divorcing Adam?"

"I ….," Stacy hesitated knowing she needed to know if Adam was up to something. "I will if I find out he is lying to me and playing games to get something he wants. I'm sorry Mom I know you and Dad will be disappointed but I will not stay with a man who I can't trust."

"I don't expect you too," Linda hugged her daughter. "If you need me, just call."

"I will Mom," Stacy took the papers. "Thank you for this. I'll see you in a few days." Stacy headed out of her parents house holding the papers tightly hoping they would cheer Mark up some.