Cain's Darkness(32)

“I told her you’d never hurt me, and she knew that,” Violet said, and tightened her hand in his.

“I’m glad you know that, baby girl, because it’s the honest fucking truth.”

He leaned back in his seat again, heard the loud cheer come from the group of men to their right, and glanced that way. The guys were hammered, and it was clear by the way they stumbled out of their chairs, raised their voices at the flat screen TV mounted on the wall. The manager came out of the back, told them to keep it down because they were disturbing customers, and when a bunch of them started swearing they were asked to leave. It would have been humorous on any other occasion, but right now it just annoyed Cain because he was trying to spend time with his woman. The men walked toward them since they had to in order to get to the exit. The five men laughed at something idiotic, and when the last one walked by their table Cain noticed how the asshole looked at Violet, grinned, and gave her a wink.

“How you doing tonight?” he asked Violet, and she glanced at Cain. He saw her in the corner of his vision, but had his focus on the asshole that thought it was cool to stop and talk that way to another man’s woman, especially in that pick-me-up tone.

“Move the fuck along,” Cain said his voice low, dangerous, and not hiding the annoyance he felt.

The guy stared at him for a few seconds, and this ruddy color covered his face briefly.

“There isn’t anything for you here,” Cain said in a sterner voice, seeing that he wasn’t moving along. Finally, with one more look at her, a wink, and a grin, the drunken fool staggered toward his friends. Cain leaned back in the booth and stared at Violet.

“He was drunk, and a fool.”

He grinned, but scrubbed a hand over his face, and knew that his jealousy and possessive attitude toward Violet would never change. In fact, he knew it would increase with each passing day, because it already had.

The waitress came by with their check, and once she left he winked at Violet, feeling all kinds of a dirty fucking bastard right now for her. He pulled out a few twenties, and set them on the table.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, and I’ll meet you outside?” She smiled, and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward again and kissed her, that territorial feeling riding him hard, and making him want to claim her in front of everyone.

“I can wait for you, baby.”

“I can meet you outside. No need for you to wait for me,” she said and laughed. Yeah, he was controlling in some things, especially his woman, but he would always be that way. She walked away and looked over her shoulder, a smile on her face. He stared at her ass, her big, round, and fucking juicy ass, and knew they needed to get the hell out of here so he could bury his cock in her sweet body. Yeah, he was so far gone for Violet, and what a fucking incredible feeling it was.

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Violet stepped outside, and a wind blew by. The scent of cigarette smoke was thick and suffocating. She glanced to her right when she heard the loud laughter of the men that had been at the bar just a few moments before. The man that had stopped by her table, almost started shit with Cain and got his ass handed to him, stepped forward. The neon lighting from the sign above them flashed across his face. His friends were busy hitting on a group of college-aged women, and weren’t paying attention to anything but getting laid.

The man took a step forward and flicked his cigarette away. “Hey you’re the pretty girl from inside.” His voice was slurred, his face red and sweaty from his drunkenness. “The one with the rude as hell biker friend that told me to fuck off.”

She turned her back toward him, looked around the parking lot for the Harley, and saw it just a few feet away. But she wasn’t a fool in trying to go to it, especially since it wasn’t like she could climb inside and lock the door. She knew Cain would be out any minute, so instead of having to deal with this asshole’s advances, she turned and was about to make her way back inside. All she had wanted was some fresh air, and of course shit had to get started with a drunken prick. But of course he’d moved closer, and was now right in front of her. The scent of his liquor-laced breath coated her face, and she clenched her jaw to stem off the nausea.

“You can’t speak or somethin’?” he asked.

“Dude, come on over here and leave her alone,” his friend called out.

“I would suggest you just turn around and head back to your friends, because once my boyfriend gets out here I can’t be responsible for what he does to you.” Violet felt so juvenile calling Cain her boyfriend, because in fact he was so much more than that. There wasn’t a label that could group them together. They just were … together.