Page 154 of Sweet Venom
I think I catch a glimpse of Violet studying me intently.
No fucking clue what Preston has been telling her about me, but I often catch her watching me with this sympathetic edge.
And it pisses me off.
I don’t need her to feel sorry for me.
My phone vibrates on the table before I get a chance to read her expression further.
Julian
You’re not here. Father is livid.
Me
Couldn’t care less.
You promised to make it to dinner tonight.
I just said that so he’d shut up.
He says if you don’t make it in the next thirty minutes, he’ll lock you up.
Typical fucking Regis.
Resorting to threats when things don’t go his way is his modus operandi.
He wouldn’t do that during the hockey season and jeopardize my nearly perfect stats that he loves so much.
He would, judging by his expression as I read that text. He said: I’ll also erase that girl you’ve been roaming around lately, not knowing what’s good for you.
You told him about Violet?
I didn’t need to. You seem to forget he’s still the head of the Callahan family, and considering you’re the apple of his eye, he’sbound to survey you.
Apple of his eye, my ass. Julian always says that, probably so I won’t feel bad that he’s Regis’s favorite, but it’s getting tedious and old.
Twenty-eight minutes, Jude, or tonight will be the last night you see Violet breathing.
I stand up, my grip tightening on the phone. “I’m leaving.”
“Whaat?” Preston stands, too. “But I still didn’t beat your ass in all the board games Dakota brought.”
“It’s Dahlia,” she grumbles.
“Sorry. Dallas,” Preston says with a grin.
“You didn’t finish your dinner,” Violet says with a wounded expression that stabs me in the chest.
Fuck. Since when do I care about her moods? And why does she even look so disappointed?
Kane abandons his fork on his plate. “Where are you going?”
“Regis,” I say, then face Violet. “It’s my father. He asked for me urgently.”
She doesn’t show much of a reaction as I step past her and toward the door.
My brain is full of ways to make the night insufferable for both Regis and Julian so they’ll regret ever dragging me back.
