Loving Violet (Rockers' Legacy Book 4)

I only caught a few major words out of everything as she sobbed out the story.

Party.

Cannon.

Kiss.

Those three words kept echoing in my head, and I woke up completely.

“So, you went to some party tonight,” I gritted out. “And you and Cannon kissed?”

There was a short pause on her end, and then she sniffled. “That’s all you took from what I just told you?” she demanded angrily.

“That’s

all I fucking heard,” I roared, and Marsh groaned. A second later, his pillow hit me in the face.

“If you’re gonna yell at your girl, take it somewhere else,” he grumbled.

Cursing my friend, I snagged the shirt I’d tossed at the end of the bed before falling asleep and grabbed my keycard before stomping out into the hall.

“I called to tell you what happened, and it seems like you’re accusing me of…of cheating on you!” Violet cried.

“Didn’t you?” I seethed as I took the stairs down to the lobby and walked out into the humid darkness.

“You really didn’t hear anything I said,” she whispered. “You think I would actually cheat on you? With Cannon?”

Angrily, I scrubbed my free hand over my face. “Isn’t that what you did, Vi?”

“No, you asshole! That’s not what happened at all. He… And I couldn’t…” She broke off as another sob left her, and the sound cut through me.

“Tell me again. Make me understand,” I pleaded. “Were you drunk, and it just happened? Maybe… I don’t know, maybe I could overlook it.”

“Overlook it?” she repeated, her voice suddenly sounding lifeless. “Yeah. Sure. That’s exactly what happened.”

Pain punched me in the gut. “Vi…” I inhaled slowly, trying to ease the pressure on my chest. “Why?”

“I have to go,” she said in that same emotionless tone.

“No, wait. Violet!” But she’d already hung up.

Fuck. Something wasn’t right. I knew I must have missed something major, but I was hurting at the thought of Violet’s lips on someone else. We needed to figure this out.

I called her back, but it went straight to voice mail, telling me she must have turned off her phone. Cursing, I called Shaw’s phone, hoping she would let me talk to my girl. It rang and rang, until finally, it went to voice mail. I hung up and tried again, but it went straight to voice mail, and I knew she must have turned her phone off too.

“Goddamn it,” I muttered and called the only other person I knew I could depend on.

“Sup, bro,” Lyric answered. He sounded wide awake and happy as hell, the complete opposite of how I was feeling right then.

“Where are you?” I asked as I paced in front of the hotel.

“At a party in West Hollywood,” he said with a laugh. “Where are you?”

“Ric!” I growled. He knew where the hell I was. “Something happened with Violet. She called me and told me she kissed Cannon.”

“What the fuck are you on?” He laughed so hard he could barely breathe all of a sudden. “That is the funniest thing I have ever heard.”

“I’m not fucking kidding!”