**Ellis POV
I pinned Carl’s arms behind his back, dragging him away from Olivia. She might not want anything to do with me, but I wasn’t going to let my son harass her. He was still my responsibility.
“Let go of me!” Carl cried, flailing in my grasp. He kicked into my shin and a sharp pain ran up my leg. Grunting, I released Carl.
He staggered to the side. Olivia backed away, watching with wide, terrorized eyes.
“What the h*ll are you doing! You’re always getting in my way,” Carl yelled at me.
“You’re supposed to be on a plane crossing the Atlantic,” I reminded him. I crossed my arms.
Carl laughed and shook his head. “You’re such an idiot. You think I can’t slip off a plane when you’re not looking?” he asked.
I took a deep breath, keeping my composure, despite Carl trying my patience… again. I smoothed my hands down the front of my jacket.
“Oh, you’re getting on that plane and you’re going to Europe, even if I have to buckle you into your seat myself,” I threatened.