I Picked Up a College Guy, Then My Mafia Ex Caught Me Chapter 07
Dominic was determined not to let me go.
He treated Ava like his own, spoiled her rotten, gave her everything a little girl could want. He even enrolled her in Ashford Academy’s preschool program so she could go to school with Nathan.
She wasn’t happy about it at first, but the more time she spent with Nathan, the more she clung to him.
Ava was adorable and made friends wherever she went. Still, I never expected to get a call from the school on her third day.
The principal said Ava had been in a fight.
In the office, two boys, one chubby, one skinny, had scratches on their faces. Ava wasn’t much better off. Her braids were crooked, and her favorite butterfly clip was broken.
She looked at me guiltily. “Mommy, they called Nathan a mute and said he had no mother to teach him manners. So I hit them.”
“We didn’t say that! You’re lying! You’re the one who attacked us for no reason!” The chubby kid, Tyler Banks, refused to admit it.
The skinny kid, Dylan Cross, cowered and nodded along.
Tyler’s father was there, a big guy built like a personal trainer. He stood next to the principal, shrugging it off as normal kid stuff. “They’re just playing around. Let it go.”
I laughed coldly. “Let it go? You wouldn’t be saying that if it were your kid. You called my son a mute and bullied my daughter. No one leaves until I get a proper apology.”
I had run a business for three years, I had dealt with all kinds.
Normally I would let things slide, but this involved my children, and I wasn’t backing down.
I stepped in front of them. Nathan looked up at me with shining eyes.
“Apologize? My son’s the one who got hit. You should be apologizing to us,” Mr. Banks barked, his voice booming.
The principal shrank back, clearly not wanting to pick a side.
“Your son didn’t get hit for no reason. My daughter is sweet and well-behaved. Some people just bring trouble on themselves.” I stared coldly at the chubby kid.
Tyler couldn’t meet my eyes.
Mr. Banks stepped forward, furious. “Who are you calling trash? Kids roughhouse! Say another word and I’ll—”
I knew exactly what kind of kid Tyler was. He had been in Nathan’s class for months, God knows what he had been saying behind his back.
Just as I was about to fire back, the door burst open.
Dominic strode in, still wearing his Bluetooth headset from a meeting. He scanned the room, then slowly removed his earpiece and watch.
“You’ll do what?” His voice was flat, deadly.