Page 26 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

“All these two do is talk shit!” Aaron shouts.

“I’ve had enough, I’ve got a party to get back to.

” He gears up to hit Max on his good side.

No. He’s not going through that again. My brother, my twin , has experienced enough pain for more than one lifetime.

If anyone has to go through anything like that again, it’ll be me.

“Wait!”

Aaron stops mid-swing and looks at me.

“Break me instead,” I quickly say, holding my hands out in front of me. “I’m opening up my own garage, it’s my life’s dream to work on cars with these hands. But I’m telling you to break them. Leave Max alone, and we’ll leave for good, just like you said to Violet.”

Aaron frowns. He doesn’t believe me.

I move to the table and lay my hands flat on the wood. “Just fucking do it already! It can be payback for getting James sent down. You can have your revenge, and we’ll stay out of your way after this.”

“Mad,” Max warns me to stop. His eyes lock with mine. Fear and pain flickering in and out of them.

Trust me , I try to tell him through that unspoken bond that’s always been between us.

Aaron steps to my side and hovers the bat over my hands. “I’d heard about your reputation from James. The fact that you made him lose his balls should have had me believing it, but damn you really are crazy.”

He rolls his shoulders and lifts the bat above his head.

“There’s only one thing that makes me truly crazy,” I tell him with a wide smirk that has me baring my teeth. The bat comes down. I slide my hands out of the way with less than a second to spare. “Violet.”

“Shit!” Aaron hisses. He’s off balance from his swing, so I ram my shoulder into his side and topple him.

He knocks into the table, sprawling face-first into it and losing the bat.

I grab it, and without thinking, I swing it at his back.

His body arches, a howl of pain forced out of him from the sudden impact. I hit him again.

“You really believe my life’s dream is a fucking garage? Sure, I love it, but Violet, she’s my dream. Always has been. Always will be. My love for her is fucking eternal which is why it makes this so easy.”

In the background, I hear a fight. Max and Theodore are at each other’s throats. My brother can handle himself. I’m not letting Aaron get away with this.

I hit him again and again. Vertebrae crumble under the metal. For good measure, I bring the end down on his back and grind it into the bottom of his spine. His legs spasm out before falling limp. He slides off the table into a crumpled mess on the floor, sobbing quiet tears of agony.

“M-my legs. I-I can’t move them—” I swing the bat at his jaw, breaking it and silencing him.

When I turn to help Max, I find he doesn’t need me. He’s a bit roughed up, nothing serious.

Theodore has his hands in the air and his back pressed to the kitchen cabinets, as Max points the bat at his face.

“What are we breaking on this one?” I ask.

“Nothing! Please! I didn’t do anything to her, just went along with Aaron and called her a slut. That’s it, I swear! I didn’t do anything to-to earn t-that.” His terror-filled eyes are on Aaron, who’s sobbing on the ground.

“Where’s your phone?” Max asks coldly.

“There’s a pocket on the inside of the costume.”

“Mad.”

“Oh sure, I’ll be the one to put my hands on sweaty man chest,” I mumble as I reach inside the toga for Theodore’s phone.

Holding it up to his face, I unlock it.

“Check his texts,” Max commands. I don’t mind him taking his anger out on me right now by ordering me around. I get it. It has to go somewhere.

I scroll through Theodore’s texts.

“There’s nothing that’s been sent to Vi. Did you use a burner?” I ask Theodore, and he just looks confused.

“For what?”

I keep scrolling and check through his photos as well.

Holy shit.

“You’ve got a lot of homemade sex tapes on here. And I mean a lot!” I drawl. “Hey, Aaron, looks like your boy, Teddy, has a crush on you. There are a lot of close-ups of your ass. Nice tattoo, by the way. Now, do I need to ask if all parties involved consented?”

Theodore gulps.

“Of course they didn’t,” I sigh disappointedly.

“Go check Aaron’s.” Max gives me my orders again.

I pop the phone into my pocket and go to search Aaron’s body for his.

“It’s not on him.”

“Check again.”

“He’s wearing a damn toga, unless he’s hiding it between his ass cheeks it’s not here. Are you hiding it between your ass cheeks? I really don’t want to have to check.”

“Room,” is all he manages to say.

“Room? Bedroom?”

He grunts. Guess I’ll take that as a yes. “Want me to go get it?” I ask Max.

He shakes his head. “No, let’s get this done. After all, neither of these two are going to say anything. Not now that we have evidence to earn them a one-way ticket to live with their friend James.”

“I won’t say anything!” Theodore quickly says.

I walk back over and stop at my brother’s side.

“We know you won’t. But you still bullied our girl.

What does spewing hateful words to someone who did nothing wrong earn you?

” I pretend to think it over, but I know exactly what he deserves.

Seems Max is on the same level. He looks me dead in the eye and smiles as he swings the bat into Theodore’s jaw.

I’m pretty sure some teeth fly out with the blood. “Gross,” I laugh to myself.

Standing over both guys and feeling immensely proud of ourselves, we survey the carnage we just inflicted.

“One word out of either of you and all these videos get leaked to your families, to your coaches, to any future employers, and to the cops.” I hold the phone up. Neither of them seems to be listening. Rude .

“Did you hear my brother, or does he need to repeat himself?” Max barks.

“Yes, we heard,” they answer Max weakly. I’m impressed that either of them can even speak from the gnarly way their jaws are now set.

“If you ever come after Violet or our family again, then you. Are. Dead. Understood?” I ask and they give me the same weak yes as they did Max.

“The cops will want to ask you questions about tonight. You’re both to tell them it was a break-in.

Some guy in a balaclava beat the shit out of you when you tried to stop him and he left out the back.

Again, are we understood?” Max leaves no room for disobedience, and they both agree to tell his story. I’m impressed.

We leave through the back of the pool house, stopping off in the bedrooms on the way to pocket any valuables we can find. We’ll ditch them on the way home, their absence will help cover our asses.

I’m feeling on top of the fucking world. Not just from the adrenaline or the violence, but knowing we have it in us to protect Violet and our babies no matter what.

When we get outside, Max stops me before we make our way to the car.

“You had that all planned out, right? You weren’t really going to let him break your hands?”

“If it came to it, I’d give my life for you and Vi. But yeah, I knew what I was doing. I did almost shit my pants thinking he was gonna hit me at the last second.”

Max smiles at me. Like really fucking smiles. It’s taken so long to get to this point, but I feel like I finally have all of my brother back.