His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 116

Olive’s POV

I shook it off quickly. Hard. I didn’t mean it like that. I couldn’t mean it like that.

But the tiny traitorous voice in my head whispered that I did.

“Trust me, Muffin,” he said quietly, his voice serious now. All traces of teasing gone. “It’s being taken care of”

I stared at him, my mind still trying to catch up. “How is it being aken care of?”

He just looked at me. Didn’t elaborate. Didn’t explain.

That non-answer made my stomach twist with unease. What did that mean? What was he planning? What had he already done?

Before I could push for more information, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.

We both looked at it.

I walked over and glanced at the screen, my stomach immediately dropping.

Mom.

“Fuck. Not now,” I whispered under my breath.

I knew exactly what this call would be about. And I wasn’t ready for it. Wasn’t ready to hear her voice. Wasn’t ready to defend my choices when I wasn’t even sure of them myself.

But I picked up anyway. Because ignoring her would only make worse later.

“Hello?”

“Olive.” My mother’s voice came through the speaker, tight and controlled in that way that meant she was barely holding it. together. “We need to talk.”

I closed my eyes. Here we go. “About what, Mom?”

“About you ending things with Zane Mercer,” she said, and her voice had that edge to it. That tone that said she’d already made up her mind and wasn’t interested in hearing otherwise.

My hand tightened around the phone. “We’ve been over this-”

“No, we haven’t,” she interrupted sharply. “Because every time I try to talk to you about this, you shut me down. You refuse to listen. You act like I’m being unreasonable when I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” I asked, exhaustion seeping into my vote.

“From him!” Her voice rose. “From that man who runs illegal operations and destroys people’s lives and-”

“It’s not illegal, Mom. How many times do I have to tell you-”

“I don’t care if it’s technically legal or not!” she snapped. “The racing club, Olive. The underground racing club. Do you have any idea what kind of people are involved in that world? What kind of danger you’re putting yourself in?”

I pressed my fingers to my temple where a headache was forming. “How did you even find out about that?”

There was a pause. A long one.

“Someone told me,” she said finally, her voice careful now. “Someone who wanted me to know. Who wanted me to keep you safe.”

My stomach dropped. “Who?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Mom-”

“They asked me not to,” she said firmly. “And honestly? I’m grateful they did. Because clearly you weren’t going to tell me yourself that you’re dating someone who-”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” I said, cutting her off. “I’m not a child anymore.”

“You’re my child,” she corrected. “And I will always protect you, whether you think you need it or not. Especially from men like Zane Mercer who-”

“Men like what?” I challenged. “What exactly has he done that’s so terrible?”

“Where do I even start?” Her voice was getting higher now, more agitated. “Grayson’s company, Olive. His company is being destroyed and I know Zane is behind it. I know his father is behind it and Zane is just—”

“That’s not ” I started, but she talked over me.

“And Walter!” she continued, her voice breaking slightly. “Your father has been working for him. For years. All those lies about having a legitimate job, about turning his life around, and the whole time he’s been working in some underground racing operation for your boyfriend’s family. Do you understand how that makes me feel? To know that everything was a lie?”

Guilt twisted in my stomach because again, I’d known about Waller. Had known for weeks and hadn’t told her.

“Mom, I know you’re upset, but―”

“Upset?” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’m beyond upset, Olive. I’m furious. I’m terrified. Because my daughter is involved with a man who is dangerous and manipulative and-”

“He’s not like that,” I said again, the words coming out automatically even though I wasn’t entirely sure I believed them.

“Isn’t he?” she challenged. “Then explain to me how his father is trying to destroy Grayson’s company. Explain how that’s not exactly what his family does-destroys people who get in their way.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Because didn’t have an answer. Didn’t know how to defend Zane when I was still trying to figure out the truth myself.

“You need to be careful, Olive,” my mother said, her voice softer how but no less intense. “Please. I know you think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t understand who you’re dealing with.”

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