Chapter 22

Ava's POV

"Travis, please calm down." I said, pressing my hand against his chest and attempting to push him away from Andrew.

"I did nothing to her, but I would gladly cut off your arm for touching what belongs to me." Andrew returned the growl.

I was becoming enraged; I could defend myself, and I wasn't a piece of property Andrew could own.

"For God's sake, Andrew, I am not your piece of FUCKING PROPERTY." I screamed at Andrew while standing in front of Travis, facing him.

"Ava, step back." Andrew said, reaching into his waistband and revealing his gun. "Andrew, don't you fucking dare, I'm not moving in with you if you touch Travis." I said.

Andrew drew his hand from his waistband and turned away from Travis to look at me. "Are you going to live with me?" He inquired, perplexed.

"On two conditions: don't touch Travis and you'll hire him." I explained that I knew Travis needed a job, and that this way I could keep Travis out of trouble while