Page 63 of Under His Control

“Get the fuck out of here,” I repeated. It was the last time I’d tell her. As I caught sight of Liam striding inside, serious and grim-faced as he caught the end of this interaction, I knew my backup was here. He would set this woman right.

Because he could testify that Olivia would never be leaving us. Nothing would break us up or stop us from starting a family.

23

LIAM

“What’s going on?”

I tore my gaze from Eva pushing a thin redhead out the door.

Goddamn, was she fierce. She glared at this stranger, seething and livid. Whatever this woman had said or done, it wasn’t welcomed here. Eva was a tough woman. She had her guard up all the time, and seeing her in “action” here was a hell of a turn on.

I knew she was strong. She didn’t take shit from anyone, but I’d never really witnessed her turning her bold attitude on someone else.

“This bitch thinks she’s Olivia’s aunt.”

I narrowed my eyes, looking over this rail-then redhead. At first glance, she seemed like an unhealthy crackhead, too thin and malnourished, stuck in an addiction that was ruining her from the inside out.

She did not, in any way, resemble my daughter. “She’s not.” I was fuming, enraged that anyone would dare to make a claim on Olivia. The night the bikers chased after me showed me that I could be seen as a target because of my affiliation. But I’d calmed myself out of assuming that Olivia would ever betargeted because she would never be without someone to protect her. Even when she was older, a child, then a teen, growing into her own person, she would never be without security. It would simply be a fact of life, one I would be careful with. I didn’t want to keep her too sheltered, but I’d never slack in protecting her while I helped to protect the Constella Family.

Pamela didn’t have any siblings, so it was impossible for this woman to claim she was Olivia’s aunt. Even if a sibling existed out there somewhere, it wouldn’t matter. I was Olivia’s father. She was in my custody and always would be.

I looked at Roberto, not wanting to step on his toes. He was the patrolling guard, and this liar would be his responsibility.

With a curt nod, he took hold of the woman and marched her out of the house. The older guard who held Olivia while she handled this woman gave her to me. As he headed out to help Roberto deal with this woman, no doubt to question her thoroughly and kick her off the property, I closed the door behind him.

“Damn.”

She scowled, still so furious. When she turned to the side, I realized that she was doing her best to control her anger and not show it to the point that she’d scare Olivia. My daughter was oblivious, babbling about swimming and dolphins in her sweet voice as she tried out all the words she hadn’t mastered. But I respected my woman that much more. She was livid, furious, and likely eager to kill that woman for daring to come here and make up that aunt bullshit. Yet, she was aware of not projecting her mood on Olivia.

“I know.” When she faced me again, she seemed a tad calmer. Her mask was on. She wore it when she didn’t want to reveal her sentiments.

“The audacity of just coming here and thinking she can tell us such a load of bullshit like that.”

I smiled. “No. I mean, damn. Look at you.”

She furrowed her brow. “What?”

“You’re so…” I took her hand and led her to my room.

“So what?” she asked, twining her fingers with mine.

“So protective. Fierce.” I looked her over, letting her see how much I wanted her. “It’s sexy as hell, Eva.”

She pursed her lips, still so angry that she couldn’t consider anything else.

“You’d make a good mother,” I said, pulling her closer to kiss her before we reached my door.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, softening a bit.

I nodded. “Yeah. It doesn’t matter if Olivia isn’t your daughter by blood. You’re a mama bear around her.”

She smiled, sighing at Olivia yawning in my arms. Swimming always tired her out, and I was damned glad that Eva had already cleaned up and changed her out of her swimsuit.

Her too, because as soon as Olivia was napping, I intended to show Eva what I meant.

“She’s too precious not to protect,” Eva said softly, watching me lay her down in her crib.

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