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“It’s not the same, and you know it!”
I glare at Soul. “Are you gonna fine him, or should I?”
Soul scowls. “Give Rogue fifty bucks, VP.”
“This is bullshit! He goes off and gets married, and I’m the one being fined?”
“Make it a hundred.”
“Motherfucker!”
“Hundred and fifty.”
Watching my two best friends go back and forth is comical. Or it would be if the situation weren’t so serious.
“Before you go broke,” I sign to Malice. “Why don’t you quit being a dick and lift your damn hands?”
With exaggeration, Malice raises his hands. “Why’d you go off and get married?”
“I told you… Violet needed help.”
Fort moves into my line of sight. “Brother, there’s gotta be more to it than that. Soul has Jez and I digging into the fiancé, and Vio—”
Like lightning, I reach out and grab Fort’s head, slamming it against the table. Hands grab at me, trying to get me to stop, but I’m too strong. It doesn’t hurt that fury inhabits every cell of my body, and adrenaline is rushing through my veins.
When Fort starts to struggle, I let him up.
“Violet is my wife,” I remind them all. “If I ever hear anyone refer to that douchebag Brad as her fiancé again, I’ll take them to the Confessional.”
“Chill the hell out,” Soul demands. “He didn’t mean anything by it.”
Thrusting a hand through my hair, I take several deep breaths. Soul’s right. It’s not like they’ve had time to get used to the idea that I’m married.
Fuck, I haven’t had time to get used to the idea.
After rubbing his head, Fort glares at me. “Clearly, I hit a nerve. Sorry, man. But I still think there’s way more to this than what you’re letting on.”
Of course, there is!
Soul scrubs his hands over his face before softening his expression. “I think it’s time to come clean, G.”
There’s no need for him to specify what he’s referring to. There’s only one secret I have, and I was hoping to take it to my grave. But that’s not possible after today.
“You should probably all sit the fuck down and get comfy,” I sign to my club.
No one listens.
“Sit. The. Fuck. Down.” Soul reiterates, and within seconds, they’ve all got their asses in chairs. He focuses on me. “Go ahead.”
I nod, but it takes me several minutes to dig deep enough to work up the courage. There isn’t much that scares me in this life, but having my brothers, myfamily, look at me differently is pretty high on that very short list.
“My father was a jerk,” I begin, my hands moving fluidly, as if they’re detached from the emotion of my story. “He hated that I was deaf, thought it madehim less than somehow. I endured years of name-calling, but nothing compared to how he treated my mom because she birthed an ape.”
Bitterness washes over me, and the sympathetic looks from the guys doesn’t help.
“Bastard,” Possum signs. “Where’s he at now? We can purge him if you want.” He smirks, and there’s an evilness to it.
“You’ll find him in Hell.” I grin. “I purged him already.”
