He smiled and tugged on the back of my T-shirt. “Why are you so freaked?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“Yeah. I’m the one who has to hold my own.”
“Well, I’m hoping to make it so you don’t.”
“What the fuck?” he hissed.
I faced him. “You shouldn’t have to—”
“I swear to Christ, Violet, you say anything to anyone about any of this and you and I are gonna have a problem.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because it’s none of your business and you fuckin’ know it.”
“If my family beats my man to death, it most certainly is my fucking business,” I growled.
He cupped my face and leaned closer to me. “You need to leave this. And when I say you need to leave it, I mean you are never to mention it to anyone outside of me.”
“I can’t—”
“You need to hear my words and agree to keep your mouth shut, Letti. If I can’t trust you with this, then I can’t trust you with anything.”
I felt like he’d hit me. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Are you shittin’ me?” he ground out. “I would never hurt you.”
“Threatening to break up with me,” I clarified. I knew he’d never hurt me. He’dneverhurt anyone he cared about.
“You keep quiet, it’s a non-issue.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
“Vi—”
“Nope.” I pushed him away. “I’m going home.”
“Bab—”
“Again. No.” I stalked out of his bathroom and grabbed my purse off the bed. “I need a time out.”
“It’s family night.”
“It sure is,” I agreed, and headed toward his front door.
“You’re gonna miss family night?”
“Are you going?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Then, yes, I’m gonna miss family night,” I retorted and pulled open the door.
