The Phoenix Knights MC: Strength of Love (Rebecca Waters) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Olivia’s POV-

Dad showed me around the house to start with, so I knew where everything was. As I looked, I could see

just how much of a bachelor pad this house was. But it certainly looks like it was designed by an interior

decorator, but it is very much a bachelor’s pad. He has been alone for a long time though.

When he brought me back to the living room, I was immediately drawn to the bookshelves. I ran my fingers across the spines of the multiple first edition classics.

Dad sighed heavily behind me, “I used to read them to your mother when we were together. I haven’t been able to pick them up since. Maybe I can read them to you. I always hoped I would be able to read to my

child when they were younger.”

“I am still young enough, dad. So, yes, I would like that. I missed out on that when I was younger. They

never read to me.” I replied.

Dad shook his head before saying, “I am so sorry for not being there. I feel like I failed you as a father.”

“Don’t feel like that. You are here now, and doing everything you can to make sure that I am safe and have a future. What more could I hope for?” I said.

“Oh Princess, you should have had the world from the moment you opened those beautiful eyes of yours. I haven’t been able to give that to you for seventeen years because of your mother. So, you are going to get the world.” He said, closing the distance between us and pulling me into his arms.

I smiled at him, hugging him back.

We stayed like that for a short while before Dad pulled back and said, “Why don’t you go unpack your suitcase? I will make us something to eat. Then we can have a movie night, or I can read a book of your choice for you. Give us more time to bond.”

I nodded, “I would like that. I will go unpack what I have.”

“I was meaning to ask is that everything you have. Nothing else you want to get from your mother’s house? ‘Dad asked, stepping back from me.

“Nothing that I can think of. All my clothes up there are my best and favorite. The rest my mum either brought me or forced me to wear for appearances‘ sake. As for what little material items I did have, I brought all my important ones.” I replied.

“Well, if you are feeling up to it tomorrow, I will take you shopping. You need more furniture in your room, so you can pick. Afterward, we can go to whatever stores you want. Clothing, books, whatever you want.” Dad suggested.

I nodded, “I think I will be up for that, just no fast walking, and I am wearing make–up.”

“I can live with that. As long as you are okay with an armed escort. Prez won’t let you leave the grounds

* Chapter 21

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without security, given who I am in the club and in the business world, and also given that you are healing, arent trained, and we don’t know who this guy is that wanted to force you to marry him. He could be dangerous.” Dad said as he walked towards the bottom of the stairs.

I nodded, “I agree. I might be young, but I know it is dangerous out there, I know just how sick and perverted some people can be. The dark web is no joke.”

“I have been meaning to ask how you became Nova?” he asked, as he crossed his arms across his chest, leaning one shoulder against the door frame of the kitchen.

I chuckled, “Because I could be me in the digital world. The real me. Not the quiet, timid nerdy girl that everyone thought I was at school. Least until yesterday at school, when i finally showed everyone the me that stands up for herself, that shows anger through cold calculated intelligence, or brutal honesty. I can never decide which I will use.”

He chuckled, “You really are my daughter. Go unpack, I will get dinner done.”

I smiled and hurried off upstairs. I went to my room, and though it was originally a guest room, it has the basics. It has a single bed, chest of drawers, a built–in wardrobe, and a bedside unit. It was simplistic. But I would like a desk and a bookshelf, maybe a double bed. I got to work unpacking my clothes. The ones I wanted to hang I folded on top of the drawers, so I could hang them once I had a wardrobe.

A knock sounded on my bedroom door, so I called out, “Come in.”

The door opened, and my dad came into my room.

“How are you getting on, Princess?” He asked.

“I am all finished. Is dinner ready?” I said as I zipped up my now–empty suitcase.

“Yes, it is. Let me get this out of the way for you. The doctor said not to lift anything for a while.” He smiled at me, stepping forward to lift my suitcase off the bed.

“Thank you. So, what is for dinner?” I asked, watching him.

“I made chicken enchiladas. They are my favorite. I hope it was something you would like too,” he responded.

“I really like them,” I smiled.

“Good,” he said, as he ushered me downstairs to the dining room.

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We sat down around the table, all the food was already laid out on the table. He not only made the enchiladas but a side salad and a small bowl of cheesy nachos. It did all look very nice. Dad plated mine up for me, without even giving me the chance to do it myself, which made me chuckle.

“I am sorry, princess. I just don’t want you to strain yourself. But if that is too much, no harm in not eating it all.” Dad said, after filling my plate with a lot of food.

“I am guessing that is a common thing here?” I commented.

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“Ah. plating food up for the women and children in our families, yes. I am sure Carnage will do the same for you when you eat at the clubhouse with the others,” he replied.

“He probably would. Thave seen another side to him since I woke up in the hospital,” I said.

Dad nodded, “Well, I can tell you one thing. I have never seen him take interest in any of the club whores here, and I have never seen him look at or talk about a woman like he does when he talks about you or looks at you.”

I felt my cheek flush a little red as I whispered, “Really?”

“Yes, hearing the way he spoke about you, that is what made me realize that, no matter what I do, he would pursue you, because his feelings are very deep for you,” he told me, as he plated his plate up.

I smiled to myself, but I didn’t make a move to eat. I was only allowed to eat when Harry allowed me to eat, so I just sat there and stared at the food on the plate.

“Princess, what is wrong? Why aren’t you trying to eat something?” Dad asked.

“I… I wasn’t allowed to eat unless told to. I had to sit there and stare at my plate until he said I was allowed to start eating,” I replied.

“One day, I will kill him for how much he hurt you. But until then, you do not ever need to wait to eat in this house. You eat the moment you get hungry. I can tell you are hungry, so don’t ever think about waiting for me. Eat,” Dad said to me.

I smiled at him, tucked into my food.

Dad chuckled, “Hungry?”

I nodded. After a few moments of eating silently, Dad asked, “So, next weekend before you go back to

school, I was thinking I might take you to work with me. Show you around my company. How does that

sound?”

I swallowed my mouthful of enchilada and said, “I would like that. What about my name change?”

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