Page 27 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)

Chapter twenty-seven

Alex

I

am

in

my

office, both girls sitting on the couch, when a rapid knock stops me from my constant thinking.

"Come in," I say while looking at the girls. Rachel, like always, is spinning a knife in one hand and the other placed on Olivia's belly protectively, looking pissed off. Olivia is leaning on Rachel's shoulder, twisting Rachel's hair around her finger, lost in thought.

Oliver walks in, nods at me, and looks over to his sister.

He holds out his hand to her. She takes it willingly, stands, and wraps him in a hug.

Oliver kisses the top of her head and whispers something in her ear that I can't hear.

She wipes a tear from her face and hugs him harder one more time before sitting back next to Rachel.

"Alright, so let's get down to business, shall we?" Oliver claps his hands and sits in the chair in front of my desk.

Rachel sits up, leans forward, and clears her throat. "Alright, fuckers. You are looking at the wrong person. Today, while I was at work, I received a bouquet with a note in it. The note said Count your days.

Along with the note and flowers was a small black box filled with pictures. Someone has been stalking me since Andrew's death."

I hear Olivia gasp next to her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She whispers to Rachel. I see Rachel just shake her head and go back to watching Oliver and me.

"There are a lot of things that this could mean, but first and foremost is that Rachel is getting death threats.

I am not ok with one of my girls getting threatened.

So the Starr brothers need to go." I make sure to keep my voice calm and stern.

I don't need anyone knowing how much this situation is bothering me.

Oliver sits down in front of me. "I need to be the one to go in again; you and Rachel are too noticeable, and with Olivia being pregnant, she isn't coming."

Olivia stands up abruptly, anger flaring in her eyes. I knew before any words came out that she was pissed that Oliver wouldn't include her, but I agree with him. I will fight her on this one.

"You will not leave me out of this, Oliver!" Olivia walks up to him, puffing her chest, fists in balls at her side.

"Um, yes, the fuck I will! You are carrying my niece or nephew. You will not be putting yourself or the baby at risk!" Oliver puffs his chest back to his twin.

"Olivia, I agree with Oliver," I say to her. Her head snaps to the side, staring into my pupils with daggers that could cut diamonds.

"You have no say in what I do." She spits it out in venom. This now spikes my temper. I can feel the tension in the air; this is about to get messy, real quick.

"You are carrying my kid, you are mine..

." I point my finger at Rachel, "She is mine," then slam my hand down on the desk, "I will protect what is mine!

So, don't you dare tell me no. I don't have the time or energy to deal with your stubbornness right now.

You will not go into that casino, and that is final. "

"Yes, the fuck I will! Either you give me a place to help, or I will go and do what I want, and it may not be what you need. So don't be a stubborn jackass and let me be fucking useful. I'm pregnant, not broken."

Fuck. What do I even say to that? She isn't wrong, but I am not backing down; she will not be going into the casino. Maybe I could put her on snipe. She could be on the lookout.

I walk around my desk and wrap Olivia in my arms, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible, not to piss her off more.

I don't need my fiery red head jumping down my throat more than she already is.

"You are right, Azucar, you aren't broken, but I refuse to put you or our baby in danger.

Maybe you can be on the lookout or something.

We will figure it out." I kiss the top of her head, and she gives a slight nod and relaxes a little in my arms.

Alright, now that that is over with, it's time to make a full, bulletproof, badass plan.

"So, I think we need to go back in and get more intel first, we need to know the Starr brothers' every move. I think this might be a part that Olivia can help with and not put herself or the baby in danger." I turn to Oliver. "What do you think?"

He looks at me for a second, turning his head to the side, observing me and thinking about what I said. Finally, he nods in agreement.

"If she goes in, so do I. I refuse to let her go anywhere alone while this shit is going on." Oliver's voice has a no shit tone to it.

"I agree completely." We both look at Olivia, who is now standing with her arms crossed across her chest and an attitude on the tip of her tongue. "Fine.”

I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Listen here, Azucar, you wanted to help. You wanted to be a part of this plan; this is you being a part of it.”