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“You need to leave Mark. If you are serious about wanting to get to know our daughter, I’ll talk to my lawyers about it and maybe we can talk about supervised visits.” There’s no way I’mletting my daughter into his world of sex and drugs. I don’t trust him enough to keep her safe. He has a lot to prove to me before I even think about letting him into her life.
“I don’t want supervised fucking visits,” he says, stepping forward and invading my space. “I don’t want her if I can’t have you.”
“You are such an asshole,” I seethe. “She’s better off not knowing you at all. We are both better off without you. Back the fuck off of me and get the hell out of my house.” I push against his chest, and he’s like a solid brick wall. His hand comes out to grab my wrist, and the smug look on his face sends ice shards down my back.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Miles’s voice suddenly fills the air, laced with a venomous threat that’s dripping with poison. I watch Mark’s eyes go dark before he turns toward the sound.
Surprise flashes briefly across both their features, but disdain quickly replaces it.
“Miles fucking Montgomery,” Mark laughs, dropping my wrist and giving his full attention to the lethal presence behind him. I’ve never seen Miles look so deadly as he does now. His darkened greys are trained on Mark’s with a blistering storm warring in them. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight and ready to pounce at the slightest invitation. “I should have known you would be the one to go after my leftovers.”
I see Miles's hands fist at his side, and I quickly walk over and place my hand on his heart before the beast inside him becomes inconsolable. It’s beating madly under my palm as he glances down at me. Blinking, he focuses on me, and I see him come back to me. He searches my face for any sign that he touched me.
“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, his jaw so tense that I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered like glass under pressure.
“Yes. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you who he was. He just showed up here out of the blue…”
My words finally register, and the dots connect. I feel the hatred seep out of him and coil around the air as he turns back to Mark, his eyes slit into daggers.
“You’re the fucker who got her pregnant and then left her?” His anger is clearly visible, and even Mark is starting to look a little uneasy. “Bee…” He whispers her name and takes a step forward.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MILES
I’ve never wanted to hit someone so much in my life. My fists are clenched so tight, just itching to wipe that smirk off his mouth. I feel Olivia next to me, and she’s the only thing stopping me from dragging his ass out of this house and slamming my fist in his face.
I knew when I was on the phone that something was wrong. I could sense her fear like it were my own. I rushed out of work and was peeling down the street on my bike before I even realized what I was doing. My only thought was to get to her as fast as I could.
The last thing I expected was Mark fucking Lawson to be standing in her kitchen with his hands on her. He looked like he was two seconds away from doing something that would have resulted in him getting severely hurt.
“You’re Bee’s dad,” I manage to get out past the distaste on my tongue. I see a little resemblance now in the chin and color of his hair, but that’s where it ends. “When Olivia told me he was a musician, I should have known it was your little dick that wouldn’t be man enough to step up and be a father.”
“Like you did?” He laughs. “That’s rich coming from you.”
I feel Olivia stiffen next to me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
A coldness sneaks in as part of my past is brought up. I thought that lie was done and buried. Apparently, not everyone wants to believe the truth. Either way, this fucker is going to try to use it to his advantage to get Olivia to hate me.
“Everyone knows you got that girl pregnant and then paid her off to keep quiet.” He turns to Olivia with a smug look on his face. “He’s no better than me giving you money each month to keep you happy and silent.”
She looks between the two of us and takes a step back.
“Olivia, look at me.” She shakes her head frantically as tears start to run down her face. “I can explain. He’s twisting the story.” I take a step toward her, and her hand shoots out to stop me.
“No. Don’t come any closer,” she chokes out on a sob, sending knife daggers straight to my heart.
I stop, and the pain I see in her eyes almost brings me to my knees. I need to explain what happened, but I want him out of here first. He’s more than outstayed his welcome, and it’s time for him to go.
I never did like him, and from what little Olivia has told me, she doesn’t even know the real him. Not like I do. I’ve seen him at parties and know what he is capable of. He’s the biggest prick I know to women and will do and say anything to get the next piece of ass.
“We both know you’re lying,” I grit out, turning to look at the bastard next to me. “But if we really want to dig into the past, I’m more than happy to let some secrets out of the bag.” If he wants to play hardball, then game on. He’s hurt the one girl I love, and I’m more than ready to bury him and end this once and for all.
His eyes narrow, but the fear is there. I can smell it. Heknows exactly what I’m talking about, which leads me to believe that the rumors are true.
“Why are you here?” I ask, wanting to see if I’m right.
“I want her back…my family back.”
