𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝟐𝟐 || 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

"Who else would I be talking about?" She arched her eyebrows.

"She's not my girl."

Lena chuckled, her voice laced with that kind of sibling amusement. The two of us got along particularly well. Maybe it had something to do with the trauma that we both shared, but we also understood each other with everything else besides what we went through as children. "Right, she's your wife."

"I don't have any kind of possession over her."

She nodded slowly, taking in my words as if she was proud of me for saying such a thing. It was true though. We might've been bound together legally, but not by choice, and choice was all that mattered. We were nothing without our signatures on a piece of paper; not talking, not dating, nothing. She wasn't mine, I wasn't hers.

"Well, where is she?" Lena pushed again. "She's out." I muttered, hating to be reminded of what she might be doing. Fuck whatever I just said, Violet was mine. I couldn't contain myself knowing that the man she was doing whatever with at the moment could've been me if I had just played my cards right.

Suddenly my phone began to buzz, and it was her. Lena glanced over to my screen and immediately smiled when she saw that Violet was the one calling me. "I have to take this."

"I know you do," she said teasingly. I ignored her, answering the call on my phone and walking over towards my office so that Lena wouldn't hear our entire conversation. I worried that something might've been wrong. If Violet wanted this night to herself, why was she calling me?

"Hiii." She prolonged, her voice a higher pitch than usual, basically beginning to speak as soon as she was on the line with me.

"Hello?" I asked her, confused.

"I am having the time of my life. Do you know how many guys I've kissed?" She giggled, somewhat proud of herself. "Four."

That was when I realized. "Are you drunk?"

"Am I?"

"Violet."

"Dominic." She said, and I could tell that she was smiling, even from the screen. The music in her background was faded, and the laughter around her made it hard to hear her speaker.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"You're such a dad."

"Where are you?" I asked demandingly, but I think I already knew. "Never mind, stay put."

She laughed. "Yes, sir."

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Out of the corner of my eyes, through the bursts of lights and crowds of people, I spotted Violet. I was surprised that I actually recognized her, because all I could see was her dark hair and her red top. She had a man pinned to the wall and was kissing him passionately while his hands gripped her ass. She kept brushing them off of her, but he wouldn't stop touching her.

She would be the last thing that he touched.

With hurried steps, I approached the two of them, gently pushing Violet aside, then once she was out of the way, relentlessly striking the man in his temple. He fell to the floor with a thud while Violet just stood there spectating. The rest of the club seemed to not notice anything else around them.