All My Love

Chapter 79

"Sir." I say in calm voice, taking a step but feel Harry grab ahold of my wrist. I look back down at it's stern grip then up to his dark eyes. "He must be looking for Olivia." I tell Harry in a whisper and his eyes widen for half a second before they focus on the floor. By his reaction, I have a feeling he completely forgot about her being cooped up in his room.

"Which one of you slept with my daughter and where is she?!" The same angry voice pings of the apartment walls, all six eyes snapping back at the tall man. He starts stomping out of Michael's room, shooting daggers between the both of them.

"Dude, I don't even know who—wait... You're looking—" Michael starts realizing, looking over at Harry and I before continuing. "—He's looking for Olivia." I look back at Harry and I watch him exhale in caution, running his hand over his head in a hard swallow.

"You're the one who slept with her? You fucking lowlife." The man asks with red eyes and a sour face. My stomach drops the way he starts charging towards Harry with force. Instincts set in and I step in front of Harry quickly. His body lunges forward for a second before noticing I'm actually in his way. I let out a breath in relief that he isn't trying to push me out of the way to get in this stranger's face. If I hadn't stepped in front of him, he'd be charging with as much force as this man and I really don't want to see a fist fight between the two of them.

"Sir, could you please calm down for a minute?" I ask with my hands out in front of me, pleading that my tone will make him reasonable.

"Who are you?" He asks down at me, softening his enraged expression.

"My name is Becca and—" I twist my upper body, planting my palms on Harry's chest still looking at the man. "—And this is Harry, my boyfriend. That's Michael." I look into the hazel eyes of the man while pointing over at Michael. He looks back at him and let's his harsh face return until I take notice of his shoulders relaxing. "I'm going to assume that you are Olivia's father?"

"Greg, m-my name is Greg." The tall man pinches his eyes closed before rubbing them and exhaling. I hear Harry mumble something behind me, causing me to elbow him while I keep my eyes on Olivia's father. "I'm just looking for my little girl." Greg says with defeat, the tense energy diminishes. I mentally thank him for calming down so quickly. Harry should take notes.

"Now you want to be a father?" Harry speaks up and my eyes bug out, turning around and throwing him daggers with my eyes. Just as this man relaxes, he wants to set him off again? God. I could actually strangle Harry right now.

"Excuse me?" Greg returns the tone and I look back at him swiftly before Harry can get another word out.

"H-He didn't mean anything by that, just ignore him." I tell the man. Though, from the way Greg's eyes scream with offense, I know Harry has fueled the fire again.

| Harry |

The rage inside me for this deadbeat is boiling up to my breaking point. It hasn't even been that long that he's been pushing his way into my home and I want to bash is fucking face in. Granted, he is taller and older but I can take him on. He's scrawny and looks like he got the kick shit out of him a few times before. At this moment I wish Becca was at her flat. Not standing in front of me, holding me back from strangling the bastard. Oh how I also wish to brag to him about how I fucked his daughter senseless countless of times. Then again, I'd probably end up behind bars just before noon.

"You heard me, loud and clear." I speak up. Becca can't keep me back for much longer. I adore that she loves everyone but this guy doesn't fucking deserve to be treated nicely. Plus, I don't want her kindness to be given to someone who treats his daughter like a fucking dog.