DOMINIC
"Get your dirty hands off me, bastard!"
I groaned, rubbing my throbbing temple as the familiar screech pierced through the office walls. Olivia.
I'd expected her visit, feared it, even, but a part of me still hoped I could have at least one drama-free day after yesterday's fruitless search for whoever was behind Harper's accident.
"I'm going to call the cops and have you locked behind bars!" she shrieked again.
The door burst open, and Richard stormed in, his face flushed with frustration and his hair a mess like he'd just walked through hell.
"Should I let her in?" he asked, brushing his hair back. "She's fighting everyone out there. She even tried to gouge out my eyes."
I stared at him. He looked shaken, like a man who'd gone toe-to-toe with a lunatic. Which, of course, he had. Olivia was exactly that—a violent, brainless, entitled bitch.
"Let her in," I grunted, sighing. I already knew why she was here. It had to be about her son.
