Fight Me (Fighting #1)

Chapter 4

"Uncle Ian?" I fight the sound of the sweet voice calling me. "Tito, are you...decent?"  I groan and hiss.

Weirdest sound I’ve ever made.

The sun burns my eyes as I open them. Damn, I must've forgotten to close the shades before falling asleep. 

Violet. Damn, that phone call.

We're in deep shit now. Because I don't want to her anymore. I need her. I need a taste of her.

"TITO!" Ava's shout makes me chuckle. That girl hates being ignored. I look down at my naked body, along with the raging morning wood and decide that I am, in fact, not decent. Not at all.

"I am certainly not decent, Ava girl. What is it?" I start covering up, because knowing her, she will come in. My fists are severely sore from my losing my shit yesterday.

 As predicted she opens the door slightly and peeks. Noticing I am covered where I should be, she asks the question silently, with her eyes. ‘Can I come in, Tito?’

I motion her over and she walks in, but stays a few feet away from me.

She wears one of her brother's shirts, which is too big for her and shorts. Her hair is waving around her and her face, as usual is makeup free. She has gotten so beautiful, my little girl. 

That "boyfriend" of hers...I need to talk her into breaking up with him.

No more boyfriend until she’s thirty.

"It's nearly seven and you need to get to Carl at eight. He will throw a fit, Tito." She always wakes up early on Saturdays and Sundays to make me breakfast before I go to the gym. I look over at my phone, grab it and realize it did not wake me up because I fell asleep on the call with Violet. It died. . "You shouldn't go. Your knuckles are split. They are still a bit purple." She pauses, her clear, blue eyes full of hope.

"Thank you, girl. I was out of it last night." She smirks.  "But don't worry about my hands, they're fine." 

"They're not, but I'll act like I believe you." She winks at me. "Oh and you should be a bit quieter next time you call Violet late at night, okay?" I smirk back and she walks to the door again. "I went to go get a glass of milk..." I feel my face heating.

I hate that shit. Sva always finds a way to make me blush like a nine year old girl.

"How did you know it was her?" I clear my throat.. "Not that it was..."

"Come with me, sweetheart. Let go. Now, Violet!" She makes her voice sound deeper and raspier to sound like me. I cover my face with my hands and laugh into them. She bursts out laughing with me. 

"Breakfast is done, Tito. Hurry."  I shake my head, still laughing and get up to take a shower, covering myself, but she still covers her eyes.

"Get out of here, Ava girl."  She nods and leaves me. I leave my cell charging and take a shower. No matter how much I try to get rid of my hard on, I keep hearing Violet moaning as she came. 

Christ. 

I push all the thoughts away as I feel the anger boiling up in my chest. I get out of the shower quickly, dress and get downstairs. 

I really am fucking starving. The smell of bacon makes me run to the kitchen. I am not afraid to admit I run for bacon.

Sue me.

Ava smiles at me from behind the kitchen island. I am sitting on the table, looking at her with pleading eyes. She shakes her head and keeps working on the bacon, I presume.