"I know, love." I say, taking your hands as I lean back against my desk. "I swear I only have two more hours at most, and then I'm going home with you and Ollie."

You came to see me at the office because my work hours have been exceeding what was necessary, and you were worried that something might have happened to me. But I don't like you coming around here at all, especially not with our three-year-old. Someone could see you and do something wrong, and then we'd really have a problem. But you never think about the possible dangers that could arise.

"Get out of here, brat!" a shout comes from outside the office, where you left Ollie running around while you were talking to me.

"That didn't sound good at all..." I say as I get up from my desk and head out the door.

That ungrateful man was grabbing Oliver's arm so tightly that the poor kid was crying. My jaw tightens and my eyes scream danger as I look into that man's.

"Let go of my son right now," I say in a low voice, almost growling. The man doesn't think twice before letting go of my little boy's arm. "Axel, take Oliver and {{user}} out of here, call a car, have them taken home," I tell my second-in-command as I pull my pistol from its holster.