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“Asshole!”
Her small fist darts out before I can catch it and connects with my already aching cock. The pain shoots through me like a hot poker to the gut, burning from my thighs to my throat. I double over, barely gaining control of myself seconds before I collapse in a heap on the floor.
“What the fuck, Violet?” I bellow. Our eyes connect, her’s wide and terrified but there’s something else there. Recognition. I swallow. She knows I’m hard for her. Correction;washard. Now, I can barely even feel my dick. In fact, I have the overwhelming compulsion to check and make sure she didn’t detach the fucker with that right hook.
“Holy shit, Little Flower. Did Kevin teach you to do that?” Eli chuckles as he comes up and wraps his arms around her shoulders.
“Who the fuck is Kevin?” Zac and I bark in unison.
Eli’s face puckers in irritation as he grunts, “The douchebag trainer at her gym that wants to fuck her.” He pauses and his expression darkens as he drags her further into his body. “Wait. Have you already fucked him?”
The accusing tone must send her over the edge because Violet’s only response is to swing her arm backward, connecting with Eli’s dick. He crumples to the floor instantly, making her break out into a fit of cackles that have my skin crawling. Placing her hands back on her hips, she looks down and Eli and I as though we’re simply bowing at her feet rather than fighting back tears of pain.
“You both deserved that and as soon as I can get the jump on you,” she spins, pointing her tiny finger at Zac, “you’re next.” Her growl is like a death knell that reverberates off the high ceilings. Isaac, the crazy bastard, marches forward, obviously missing the warning and lethality in her threat.
Zac steps over a whining Eli, who is still writhing on the ground, and smirks at Violet. Before he’s even opened his mouth, I already know that his next words are going to change things in one way or another.
“I fuckingdareyou, Princess. The only way you’ll get near my cock is on your knees with your mouth wide open, begging for my cum.” Violet’s back is to me, but judging by the small intake of breath and the way she sways slightly toward him, she wants the same thing. “If you hit any of us again, I will bend you over my knee and repay the favor.”
The sexual tension in the kitchen becomes so thick, that I struggle to breathe as I stand and step away from them. Violet releases a small whimper causing Zac’s eyes to flare with heat. Even though my dick is thoroughly irritated from the blow, their interaction is enough to have it reviving, slowly yet surely.
“You do know that’s not a threat for her, right?” Eli drawls as he grasps the counter and hefts himself back up. Violet and Zac stare at each other, neither wanting nor able to be the first to look away, however, when Eli stumbles on his feet and grabs his head, all of the fun flirtation disappears instantaneously.
“Elijah!” Zac barks. Both of us step forward to grab him but it’s Violet who gets there first. She wraps her arms around his waist and shocks the shit out of me when she carefully begins to help him to the couch like some sort of overprotective mother hen.
His arm drapes over her shoulder and though he’s leaning on her for support, the smirk on his face tells me that he’s not as bad off as he’s pretending to be. Zac must see it as well because he rolls his eyes and relaxes from his momentary anxiety.
Before she places him on the couch, I intervene. “Library.” I jerk my head in the direction of our preferred meeting space. It’s either that or our shared office but considering Violet is here and unlikely to leave, the library is more comfortable.
Zac steps forward to help support Eli’s weight when Violet trips for the second time. I leave them to it, leading them to the library while I shoot off a text to our on-sight medical staff. They’re only here when necessary and paid an ungodly amount to keep their mouths shut. I’d called them earlier when Rico and Garrett secured the prisoner in his cell, knowing there was a good chance I may need him to be revived a time or two in the next few days. It worked out perfectly that he was already set up and able to get Joe in immediately.
As I glance back and take in Eli’s swaying body, I send another text to the doctor that he’ll need to check in on him tonight. When a text comes through that Joe is still unconscious but stable, I note that it’s after three in the morning and let him know that he can crash in the spare room and check on Eli in the morning. He’ll survive the night with Zac and Violet fawning all over him.
When did they all get so close?
Stepping into the library, I make my way over to the electric fireplace and flip the switch to ignite it. We never use it so why I feel the need to right now, I have no idea. But then, Violet gasps when she enters and the small tendril of joy that I feel from that sound somehow relaxes me. I’d been nervous, I realize, to let her see this.
“Wow! It’s so beautiful,” she gushes, her voice filled with astonishment as her eyes dart around the space rapidly. I can’t help but watch her reaction to my favorite room in this entire godforsaken place. It’s my sanctuary. A place where I come to disconnect and gain peace. The balcony is where I work out my problems and this room is where I escape them. “So many books,” she murmurs as she begins to explore.
Zac unceremoniously drops Eli down onto the brown leather couch that sits across from the fireplace. Eli lets out a dramatic groan to which Zac and I both roll our eyes. Clearing my throat, I look at the three of them in their varied states of fatigue and decide to get on with it. I have no idea how she got wrapped up in all of this or how to proceed with Violet here, but after her declaration earlier, she apparently has things to add that could be of assistance.
“We need to talk,” I say, my voice exhausted even to my own ears.
“Come sit, Little Flower.” Violet drags her gaze from my lofty book collection like it causes her physical pain. Eli must notice as well because he offers her a soft smile as he says, “you can explore more later. Come sit with me, I’m feeble.”
His pathetic words are punctuated with a pout that succeeds in making her smile. It’s a real, from-the-heart smile that exposes her dimple and pinkens her cheeks and the sight of it does something to me. I want that smile aimed at me, for me,becauseof me. I swallow and shake my head, forcing the ridiculous notion away. When she settles next to Eli, her feet tucked beneath her, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and tugs him into his side. Violet tenses for all of five seconds before melting into him.
Zac and I both drop down into the two armchairs that sit on either side of the couch. I glance at him, and our eyes connect momentarily as we decide how to proceed. Violet once again, steps in, knowing far too much and settling the unspoken argument.
“I’ll start. Eli showed up today, begged my forgiveness, and said he missed me and wants to start over. Then he ran away,again, but I followed him because I had a bad feeling about it and it’s a good thing I did because out of nowhere some fuckface plows into his SUV and I had to come to his rescue.” She ticks off all of the events as though she’s running through a grocery list. Multiple times, Eli’s mouth gapes open in outrage and embarrassment, but she continues on, ignoring him completely. “Also, I know you’re in the Mafia.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Twomouthsdropopenfollowing my statement. Eli lets out a loud groan of exasperation and drops his head onto the back of the couch. I fight a cringe. I probably could have had a bit more tact with that declaration, I suppose. Oh well, too late.
VILLIAN-BELLA POARCH
Keeping eye contact with Renz, I don’t let him see how conflicted I am inside. I meant it earlier when I said he was a coward and a bastard. The way the three of them left was shitty, definitely, but what Renz did was worse. Not only did we bond that night, spending hours getting to know each other after the other two had gone to sleep, but the words he spoke the next morning were unnecessary and painful.
