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Fuck.
My throat goes tight.
Then I nod.
She takes my hand, fingers holding mine tightly, before exhaling and turning back to Ally.
“Well, Violet Lamour,” Ally says before Vi can speak, and some of the tension bleeds out of me because her tone is no longer deadly. “I think you’ll just do.”
Vi tilts her head to the side and her words make me laugh—though they also earn me a pert glare I want to kiss off her lips. “The jury’s still out on you, Ally. But I think we can get there.”
“A challenge,” Ally murmurs.
And I bite back a grin.
Nothing Ally loves better than a challenge.
Yeah, these two are going to be okay.
“Right,” Ally says leaning back in her chair again. “Now, the thing with TJ Conrad is a problem.”
Violet goes stiff and I squeeze her hand. “I know,” she whispers. “If my brothers—” A shake of her head. “It’s not good they want me back at the house.”
“Knowing the Conrads,” Ally says gently. “I can only imagine what they did to you.”
“You don’t want to know,” Vi replies, still whispering.
My hand tightens and I have to consciously remind myself to not allow it to tighten too much, to not allow the rage I’m feeling at the abuse my woman dealt with to fly free.
Because my anger is locked down for the moment.
But at some point, it’s going to explode out.
I’d just rather do that shit on the ice where I’ll sit in the box for a couple of minutes instead of sitting in a jail cell for a couple of years, and doing that shit away from Violet.
Right now, she needs me calm.
But know this.
The Conrads—and Lex—are going to pay.
“Later,” Ally murmurs. “We’ll dive into that shit over a bottle of vodka and a fuck-ton of shitty food.”
“I prefer gin.”
Ally’s mouth quirks. “Over gin then.”
“I’m not sure I can agree to drinks with a woman who fucked my man,” Violet says dryly.
I wince.
Ally just laughs. “It was one time and”—she winks at me—“I’ve had better.”
“Seriously?” I growl.
But Ally’s special brand of pain in the ass-ness works and I see the tension finally leave Violet’s body.
All of it.
