Her eyes widen in surprise and she sucks in a breath before smiling.
“Good.” She turns and grabs the door handle, but doesn’t twist it. “You should know, the person that broke into her house made another appearance yesterday.”
My body goes rigid, my hands automatically balling into fists, and my jaw goes tight. My blood pumps furiously through my veins.
“What?” I hiss between clenched teeth.
Olivia clears her throat and takes another step back, her hand still on the handle, gripping it tight. Yeah, I’m sure my current expression has her wanting to run. I know my eyes have to be blazing hot at the moment.
“He, uh… he called and threatened her, told her he was coming for her. He also left some dead flowers at her door. The same kind you’ve been sending.”
Rage has my body locking up. This fucker is going to wish he was dead by the time I get done with him. How in the fuck did he get past Rex’s men? I know they are competent enough because Rex wouldn’t hire guys that didn’t know what they were doing. I’ll be finding out as soon as Olivia leaves.
“That why she went to your place yesterday?” I ask, barely able to form the words through the pounding in my head.
“Yes,” Olivia answers, not surprised I know where Poppy is. I can see her own anger reflected in her eyes. “She called me yesterday on the verge of freaking out. She locked herself in her bathroom until Tony and I made it to her.”
Son of a bitch!
Had the cameras still been in her place I would have seen her fear. I could have been there for her. I could have possibly seen the asshole tormenting her.
I grab my phone from my desk before walking toward the door that Olivia is still standing in front of.
“Move,” I growl.
She doesn’t. Instead, she holds her place, her head tipped back as she looks up at me. “Why? Where are you going?”
I want to physically move her, but I figure Poppy wouldn’t like me manhandling her friend.
I release a frustrated breath and glare at her, but she still doesn’t fucking move.
“I’m going to her. Now move, before I do it for you.”
She straightens her spine, worry for her friend pushing back her fear of me. My respect for her grows, but respect or not, I reach out to move her out of my way. No one, and I mean no one, not even Poppy’s closest friend will get in my way of reaching her.
“Wait,” she yells, holding her hands up to ward me off. My gaze turns glacial as I wait for her to say what she needs to say. She has five seconds before this conversation is over.
“She’s safe where she is. Sam, a friend of mine and Tony’s, is an ex-detective. He has connections. We have someone watching the house.” She stops for a minute and flicks her eyes over my shoulder, before bringing them back to me. “We also know you have a man on her.”
I hide my surprise at her knowing about Rex’s men. They know to be inconspicuous. There’s no way he would have been spotted. I also don’t tell her I know who this Sam guy is. I had Rex do a check on him when he pulled up ten minutes after the others did yesterday at Olivia’s place. He found out he was a family friend and is a retired detective. We just didn’t think that had anything to do with his visit. He posed no threat and we thought it was just a friendly visit.
“Explain,” I grunt.
“Sam saw them when he left yesterday,” she reveals. “He was very good at his job.”
Something else I need to have a word with Rex about.
“I’m still going to her.”
“She doesn’t want to see you,” she says quietly, looking at me with sympathy.
I fucking hate sympathy. It’s a waste of time.
“She has no choice. I promised her I wouldn’t let him get to her again and he did. I don’t take my promises lightly and mine was broken. I need her to know this will be taken care of.”
She shakes her head, not backing down. I feel like my teeth are cracking from clenching them so hard.
“Give her time, Mr. Knight.” She lays her hand on my chest and I look down at it. Her touch is in no way meant as sexual, but I still don’t like it. No woman’s hands touch me unless they belong to Poppy. She notices my dislike and drops her hand with a muttered, “Sorry.”