chapter one hundred and sixty-six

Tyler Mitchell's POV

Everyone was leaving, or had already gone. Only the boys and I remained in the living room.

"She's out of control," I repeat.

"She's just playing games with you," Angel appears.

"I think Olivia needs more attention. You hardly have time for your daughter anymore. Before, you did, but now she has to share the little time she has with her dad with an almost stepmother," Josh opines.

Angel gives him a dirty look, but he ignores her. I'm definitely living in a war zone.

"Love, let's go?" Anne suggests. "Look, Jazzy is already asleep."

"Stay a little longer," I say. "Put her in Olivia's room or somewhere else around here."

Josh picks up his daughter from the couch and starts going upstairs with her.

"Your son is another troublemaker," Angel says to Justin.

"I'm not accepting other people's opinions."

"With all the bad manners you must have taught him too, right?" Angel continues to provoke.

"That's true, in fact, I learned to educate like that from your parents."

"Both