Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Yo, Callahan!” Preston slams his shoulder against mine, then wraps an arm around me. “Who are you in the mood to fuck later tonight?”
A certain thorn in my side who keeps pissing me the fuck off.
No.
My usual fuck shouldn’t be dedicated to Violet, especially after what she texted. If I go see her, I might actually snap her neck for the insolence.
Though there haven’t been any fucks lately. I like to think that I could take my pick, but the truth is, I haven’t been enticed by any of the pretty girls around me.
Not since Kane took me to the shithole that is Stantonville and I saw Violet from the top of the roof.
It should be disturbing that I haven’t looked at any girls since then. I like to think it’s because I don’t really fuck as much as the other guys on the team and I can go celibate for a long time.
It definitely has nothing to do with those mystic blue eyes that keep appearing in my dreams lately.
I push Pres away. “Regis wants to see me.”
“Boo! Your dad can wait.”
“Julian said it was an emergency.”
He releases me with a roll of his eyes, then slides to Kane’s side. “We have one man down, so let’s have the best fun and rub it in his face later!”
I dress in record time. Then, on my way out, I slam my shoulder into Kane’s.
Hard.
He steps back, clutching his shoulder, his eyes wide.
“What the fuck was that for?” he bellows.
But I’m already walking out.
A few hours later, I’m not with Regis.
Yes, he keeps ‘insisting’ that I should go see him and if I don’t, there will be ‘consequences,’ but I’ve already suffered the worst of said consequences.
There’s nothing he could do that has the potential to hurt me anymore.
And yes, Julian blew up my phone like a clingy ex, showcasing his massive control-freak tendencies, but I ignored him.
The last time I had dinner with Regis was when Mom was alive. She tried her best to keep up the feeble appearances of a happy family. She held on to it with bloody fingers, and I played my role, not even clashing with my father so she wouldn’t frown or, worse, cry.
So now that she’s gone, I hope Regis will rot.
All alone in his big mansion.
So, no, I’m not with Regis or Julian. I’m standing in Violet’s tiny living room, where I can touch the ceiling if I reach up my arm.
And she’s sleeping.
Today was her day off at the bar. I know because I followed her around earlier, from a safe distance. She went to the movies with Dahlia and a kid—her coworker’s daughter.
Now, even I was wondering why the fuck I was sitting at the back of the movie theater while people were laughing at a cringe-fest animated movie.
Oh, right. Because the surge of adrenaline hadn’t left my veins, and I had to see her.
Strangle her for the Kane comment.
But I got distracted because she was laughing in a carefree way I’d never witnessed before. During the entire movie, Violet would answer the kid’s whispered questions, feeding her popcorn, wiping her mouth, and doing a shit ton of other things that didn’t include watching the screen. Like checking her phone.
Twice.
Then the three of them went for dinner, and I was at the back again, ordering drinks and blending in with some tall motorcycle gang guys to avoid drawing attention to myself.
There are two things I noticed during that dinner. Dahlia is a chatterbox who doesn’t shut the fuck up, and Violet seems to smile from just listening to her talk. She even had this bright look on her face as if she was proud of her.
My highlight, however, was when Violet wiped some sauce from the kid’s chin and licked her fingers, her tongue peeking out the slightest bit.
I had a flashback of when she sucked on my finger. The sauce was blood, though.
I know I said there wouldn’t be a post-practice fuck, but my cock protested profusely after I merely saw her lips wrapped around her fingers.
Let’s just say I was so close to grabbing her by the throat and dragging her out of there so those lips could be around something a lot harder.
And bigger.
But the kid was asking for ice cream, so, of course, Violet got up and bought her some from a nearby ice cream truck. In front of which a creep kept close to her. So close, actually, that I’m pretty sure his limp erection brushed against her ass.
In pure Violet fashion, she tactfully backed away without any commotion, handing the ice cream to the grinning kid and walking back to Dahlia.
Did I pull the creep into an alley and bash his head against the wall? Maybe.
Listen, I’m a violent man. Someone touches what belongs to me, and I respond in the best way I know how. By inflicting pain.