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“I don’t give a rat’s ass what she said,” I insist. “What I care about is what I say, what you believe. I will never cheat. You’re my wife, ‘til death do us part.”
Her eyes glaze over, and she twists to face the other side of the bed. Rather than trying to flip her back around, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me. She might want to run from me, but I refuse to let her.
We’re in this life together… forever.
CHAPTER28
VIOLET
FOUR WEEKS LATER…
“Ready?”
Abyss is examining the cast on my arm. He’s holding a small electric saw, waiting on my approval to get started.
“Absolutely!” I grin. “I can’t wait to use my arm again. I mean, I know I could use it, but it’s harder when it’s in a cast.”
Shut up, Violet!
I can’t contain my excitement as Abyss turns on the saw and carefully starts grinding into the plaster. After a few seconds, the saw stops.
“Um… Violet, you need to sit still,” Abyss says with a grin.
I immediately stop squirming and duck my head. “Sorry.”
“No big deal, sweetheart. I’d be excited, too.” Abyss pats my knee. “I don’t think the big guy would like it if I nicked you with the blade though.”
Grim growls, and Abyss snickers. I chuckle but don’t move an inch. Grim’s just as protective today as he was on day one.
A lot has happened in the past few weeks. After we went to my apartment, I was able to get my computer and switch to online classes. I need to catch up on a lot of schoolwork, but since I have nothing else going on, it gives me something to devote my time to.
As for our relationship… We spend all our time together when Grim’s not working or engaged in ‘club business’. We hang out with other members of the club too, but he insists we eat dinner alone as often as we can. I love it because we’ve had a lot of time to get to know each other better.
Well, he’s gotten to know me.
Every time I ask him about his parents or childhood, he clams up tight. Grim is good at changing the subject and shifting the focus back to me. I don’t mind too much because I had a pretty good childhood. Everything was as it should be until my father became a televised pastor, and I agreed to that date with Brad. Then my world twisted into something I no longer recognized.
The saw comes to a grinding halt. Abyss grabs the forceps from the tray and pries the cast open. He gingerly lifts my arm out of it and sets it on my thigh.
“Okay, Violet. Lift your arm up and slowly twist your wrist in a circular motion,” he instructs as he demonstrates with his own wrist. He moves it around clockwise and then stops and rotates it counterclockwise. “How does that feel? Any soreness?”
“No soreness, but it feels weird,” I admit.
“It will for a while. Take it easy and let me know if you feel any pain.”
“I can’t wait to use my arm without that stupid thing.”
Abyss chuckles. “No, more restrictions. At least now you two won’t have to be careful when you’re fucking like rabbits.” He winks at Grim. “You can break out the handcuffs now.”
Handcuffs? Why would Grim want handcuffs?
Realization dawns on me, and my heartbeat thumps in my ears. A sharp intake of breath catches my attention, and I peek through my lashes to stare into Grim’s ice-blue eyes. I grip the sheet on the gurney with clammy hands, and blood rushes to my cheeks. His gaze is locked on mine, his nostrils flaring. His arm darts out and smacks Abyss upside the head.
“Ow!” Abyss rubs the back of his head. “What the fuck, man?”
Grim doesn’t respond to Abyss’s question but crosses his arm over his chest with his brow raised.
“Fifty dollars,” I automatically respond and slap my hand over my mouth.
