I grabbed her wrist and jerked her roughly against me. My mouth slammed down on hers, kissing away her memories of the bastard who had gotten to taste what was mine. She kissed me back, her fingers thrusting into my hair and holding me to her as we devoured each other hungrily.
When we were both desperate for oxygen, I pulled back enough to growl, “His name, Dimples.”
She shoved me away from her. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone, dumbass. I wasn’t even talking about myself.”
Confused, I scrubbed my hands over my face. My jealousy faded enough for me to see clearly again without an angry red haze narrowing my field of vision. “Then who the fuck were you talking about?” I demanded.
“Vi,” she said with a casual lift of one shoulder. “I’m pretty sure she’s under Remington right now.”
“What?” Fuck. Ma was going to kill me if something happened to Vi again. I never should have let her go upstairs with that guy by herself. But I’d wanted some alone time with Shaw to talk and thought Violet would be safe with him.
“He’s got the biggest crush on her,” Shaw informed me. “And he’s a nice enough guy, I guess. He even made her smile a few times in the past couple months, which is really a small miracle if you ask me.”
Swinging around, I sprinted for the door. “Where is his room?”
“No clue,” she called after me. “I’ve never been here before.”
I glanced at her over my shoulder and saw she wasn’t following me. Muttering a curse, I jogged back and grabbed her hand before pulling her with me out of the office. Upstairs, I opened one door after another, frantically looking for my little cousin. With my luck where that girl was concerned, I wouldn’t reach her in time, and she’d probably end up pregnant or with an STD or some shit she couldn’t get rid of. Ma would kill me for sure because I’d told her I only wanted to go to this damn party so I could watch out for the girls.
Finally, I shoved a door open and found Violet sitting up on a bed with Remington right beside her. It wasn’t hard to see that they were about to kiss, and since Vi’s lips weren’t swollen, I figured I was right on time.
As the door bounced off the wall from where I’d thrown it so forcefully, Remington moved so he was blocking Violet protectively. I had to give the guy points for trying to save her. It made me relax a little, knowing she’d been safe from other dangers with him. But she obviously hadn’t been safe from him taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state.
“Let’s go, Violet,” I told her as I stomped over to the bed. She sat there glaring up at me with her mouth gaping open in disbelief. Reaching her, I lifted her and tossed her over my shoulder. She barely weighed anything at all, but she started punching me in the back, and I couldn’t contain the groan when she landed a painful blow to my kidney.
“I don’t want to go yet!” she yelled.
“Too fucking bad,” I snapped at her and paused at the end of the bed to look at Remington. “Look, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Yes, I crashed your party, but only because these two chicks are insane when they get to drinking together, and someone needed to watch them. This girl is my family, and I can’t let her screw around with you. She’s underage and just got out of a lifelong relationship.”
“He knows all of that, dumbass,” Violet snarled at me. “Now, put me down. Remington is my friend.”
“Looks like he was trying to be friends with benefits.” I tightened my hold on her. “You’re too young to be having sex with anyone, Vi.”
“Oh, fuck you!” she screamed and started kicking her legs. I quickly trapped them, so I didn’t drop her or, worse, fall with her in my arms. “Don’t stand there being a hypocrite when I know for a fact that you’ve been dicking around since you were fourteen.”
I glanced over at Shaw, but her tight jaw told me she was aware of little detail about me. Fuck. It sucked sometimes that she already knew everything about me. My past could only be used against me.
“That’s different,” I grumbled as I started to leave the room.