Page 17 of Broken Pieces
He’s the golden boy. The baseball champ destined for stardom.
Me?I’m the fuck up with no prospects except making sure no one fucks with my family.
When my parents named me Maddox I doubt they thought it would be an omen. Everyone calls me Mad and maybe I do live up to my namesake. It’s what I have to do, to protect what means the most to me. My family. Max andher.
Violet’s just a few feet away from us now. Max and I move in sync, as we make our way to her.
She’s bent over herself as she pukes her guts up onto the grass. Some girl holds Violet’s hair back for her, I don’t know who she is, but she's in my good books for taking care of mygirl.
We're here to take over that job now. Well, after I drill some sense back into her that is.
I can’t believe she’d come to a party like this by herself.
This isn’t like Violet.
The Violet we know spends her Saturday nights curled up with a book or with a tub of ice cream in front of the television.
“Move,” I bark, making the girl jump back. I grab Violet's hair a little too roughly, wrapping the long strands around my fist like a leash and she gasps as I yank her upright.
Max comes to her front and wipes her mouth with a tissue from his pocket.
“What…what are you doing here?” She slurs.
My hand flexes around her hair as I bring her back flush to my chest. My other arm wraps around her waist and slides up between her breasts so I can grab her throat.
“You’re fucking wasted. Why the fuck do you think we’re here?” I hiss in her ear and she whimpers. The sound goes straight to my cock, giving me a raging boner that matches my temper. I hope she can feel every inch of it and worry what I could do to her with it.
“Maddox.” She’s the only person I don’t mind using my full name. Our parents of course refuse to call me Mad and Max knows how much I hateMaddox, but when it comes from Violet's lips, it’s my favorite word in the world.
“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us you were coming to a party tonight?” Max asks her softly.
People are starting to gather around us to see what the fuss is about. I’ve never grabbed her like this before and from the looks on everyone’s faces they’re just waiting for me to hurt her.
That’s the last thing I’d ever do to her.
Some guys are staring at her a little too closely. I’m half-tempted to bend her over right here and fuck her in front of everyone. Show the entire town who she belongs to and finally claim her as ours.
Violet is the center of mine and Max’s world even if she doesn’t realize it.
Thanks to our interference she’s never been with a guy, but it seems they think she’s open season now.
Like fuck she is.
The only ones that will be hunting her are Max and I.
“Let go of her,” someone says from behind me. Max catches my eye as we both recognise the voice from the phone call earlier. I spin, taking Violet with me and look whoever this guy is in the eye.
He’s short, but tries to hold himself taller as he looks between the two of us. Then his eyes land on Violet, but rather than staying on her face they move down to where my hand is around her throat, before dragging down the rest of her body.
“Eyes off her,” I snarl and his attention snaps back to me.
“I wasn’t—”
“James, you can go now, I’m fine,” Violet quietly says. Her throat moving under my palm makes me want to squeeze tighter.
“Come on, Mad. We’ve got her, let's get out of here,” Max places his hand on my shoulder and starts steering me towards the car.
If it wasn’t for the girl in my arms, I’d ignore him and lay into this douche. But Max is right, we’ve got what we came for.