quickly sat up. “What Phillip did to you was not your fault.”
“I know that.”
“If Chain cares for you the way he claims he does, he will not use that against you. He’s not using that against you, is he?” he queried, his nose flaring, a classic sign of his anger rising. Vince wasn’t one to lose his temper quickly, he would let things simmer and build up before he would explode, but when he did it was bad—really bad. The only person who could get him from zero to eighty in a second flat was Victor, but Victor could make anyone lose control.
“No, Vince, not at all. He has been very caring and supportive.”
“He better be,” he snapped.
“He is, Vince,” I reassured him as I leant forward. “So what do you think I should do?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Just ask him.” I wished it was that simple, because if it was I probably wouldn’t be here, asking him for his help!
“Come on, Vince, I just told you I don’t know how. Tell me what you would say if you were me.”
“I guess I would tell him how important it is to you that he meets our parents—that should be enough to convince him to go.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Vi. I can tell that Chain’s feelings for you are genuine. If he knows how important it is to you that he meets our parents, I’m positive he will say yes.”
This was why Vince and I were so close. He had this way of making every mountain I created into a molehill.
Relieved, I stood up. “Thanks, Vince.”
“Anytime.” I walked towards the office door. “Hey, Vi.” I stopped and turned towards him. “Knock next time, okay?”
I rolled my eyes and walked out to the hallway and could hear Vince laughing. Even though he was the best brother a girl could ever have, he was still a disgusting man whore.
***
I thought about what Vince said for a few minutes before getting up the nerve to call Chain.
He answered on the first ring. “Hello, sweetheart, how is your day?”
“Good. Am I bothering you?”
“You never bother me, Violet, I love hearing your voice.” I was suddenly nervous, maybe not nervous, but a little afraid. What if he said no? How would I deal with that? This was my family and Chain knew how close we all were and if he loved me the way he claimed then he would know that it was very important to me that he had some sort of relationship with them. I wouldn’t expect him to bow down to them, to hang out with them on a daily basis, I just wanted him to know them and them to know him.
“Sweetheart, are you still there?”
“Yes, sorry, I got sidetracked…um…the reason why I was calling was that I need to ask you something.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“My parents were wondering if we could come over for dinner tonight.”
He grunted. “I don’t know, Violet, I really don’t feel comfortable being one on one with your parents.” Okay, it was obvious he didn’t want to go, so now what was I going to do? Should I back off? I decided to instead ask the obvious question.
“Why not?”
“’Cause I’m not ready to have the talk with your father.”
“The talk?” I queried.
He let out a slow breath before saying, “When David met Callie’s father for the first time, he said he took him into the den, sat him down and had ‘the talk’ with him. What the talk consisted of was Callie’s father basically telling David that he knew that he had his filthy hands all over his daughter, doing nasty things to her, and he didn’t appreciate it at all, that he needed to find God and respect Callie’s body like it was a sacred temple until he married her.”
I began laughing loudly. “You’re kidding?” Although I found it humorous, I was not at all surprised by what Chain had said about Callie’s father. He was an ex-marine, God-fearing Christian and Callie was his only child and a female, the perfect makings of an overprotective father.
“It’s not funny, Violet. I don’t want your father threatening me or talking about
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