I just scowl at him, ignoring his presence when he sits in the corner and switches his attention to his phone. I don’t tell him to leave, but I don’t necessarily want him here, either. Then again, he did just spot me thousands of dollars to save my ass from Tommy Lescaro.
So, I let him stay.
SIXTY
COLSON
ONE MONTH LATER
Finn:How’re things going?
Colson:Don’t tell me you’ve been domesticated and are actually asking about my well-being.
Finn:Shut the fuck up and answer the question.
Colson:I’m fine, now get the hell out of my text inbox.
Finn:Whatever you say, Brother.
Sebastian tossesthe controller on the coffee table. It skips over the polished surface and lands on the carpeted floor. I chuckle over his ensuing tantrum.
“The fuck was that for?” he asks.
“You were camping,” I tell him, clutching my chest in amusement.
“The hell I was. I was waiting until I figured out my next plan of attack.”
That makes me laugh harder. “Yeah, that’s the literal definition of camping.”
He turns, pointing at me with a look of accusation. “You were looking at the map, weren’t you? You only knew where I was because you cheated, you asshole.”
I toss my head back on the couch, laugh after boisterous laugh coming out of me.
Since being released from the hospital a month ago, I’ve stayed with Aunt Bess and Uncle Thad. I needed twenty-four hour care since I’m in a wheelchair. As much as I wanted to burrow myself into Violet’s pocket the day I was released and go home with her, I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to burden her with my injuries or having to help me to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Besides, it's been good for Aunt Bess and me to have time together. We’re slowly working on mending our relationship.
I’m finding my forgiveness when it comes to her keeping Clyde from me. The deal I made with him that he rescinded on helped a lot, showing me the type of person he truly is, even if I did already somewhat know. It put me in close proximity with him for a short amount of time. Enough for me to realize that she did right by paying him off to stay the hell away.
Sebastian has been keeping me company in between Violet coming over to hang out. We took it slow the first two weeks, but our relationship has definitely progressed these last few days. I can’t go more than an hour without talking to her. It annoys the hell out of me when she’s in class and her texts are sporadic in timing. Worse, when she’s at the daycare and can’t respond at all. But I stay patient because it’s who she is. Finishing college and doing something with her life is important to her. I haven’ttold her yet, but I secretly look up to her because of it. How she hasn’t let everything that’s happened derail her like it did me.
It’s why I plan on registering at the closest community college as soon as I’m able to get around on my own. Gone are the days of succumbing to Harrison Heights and not being much more than a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe.
I want a life for myself that makes me proud when I look in the mirror. I want to be part of a bigger picture. One that doesn’t involve crime, paying people money, or drug addictions.
“What’s going on in here?” Aunt Bess asks, coming into the room with a plate of Sebastian’s favorite: M&M’s cookies. The fucker swipes the tower of them when they’re within reach and walks away, shoving one in his mouth. “Those are for the three of you,” Aunt Bess scolds.
“Three?” There’s only two of us, unless she’s counting Sebastian’s sore loser side of his normally easy-going personality.
“Yes,” she smiles down at me. “You have a visitor.”
Violet walks in from the foyer then, trailing around Aunt Bess like she’s done a million other times since I was released from the hospital. This moment is the best part of each of my days. Seeing her walk in after being separated all day, her mouth tipping up at the corners when she sees me. Her in those tight little leggings she wears all the time. She knows they drive me crazy, that I can’t do anything about it for another few weeks because I’ve been prohibited by my doctor.
My collarbone is almost in the green and fully healed. My leg still has a bit to go and remains casted. The second the doc gives me the go ahead with my shoulder, I plan on dragging her onto my lap, regardless of the status of my leg, and letting her straddle me for a solid hour. Maybe more.
Yeah, that’s exactly what I want—the real thing.
Violet in my bed, her wrapped around me, my hand smacking and kneading that juicy, delicious ass.
