I own nothing, besides Victor Sweet Jr. and Violet.

"WHAT?" Bobby yelled standing up and glaring down at Violet.

"Not by blood! I'm his adopted/step sister." Violet quickly told him.

"Why didn't you tell us this from the beginning?" Angel questioned her.

"How was I supposed to know that you guys were the ones that killed my so called father? In case you haven't noticed this is Detroit anyone could've shot Jack."

"Why are you so scared of this Junior?" Bobby asked.

Violet just shook her head and stared at the floor. "I can't tell you." She whispered.

"Well you better tell us, before I throw your ass out on the street!" Bobby yelled.

"Bobby!" Jack said standing in front of her. "She's had the same kinda past as me. Maybe even worse."

That stopped Bobby in his tracks. He then pushed Jack back into his seat and looked down at Violet. "Is that true?"

Violet looked up at him with fear in her eyes. "I'd rather die than go back there. So let me know now, if you're going to throw me out."She said picking up her knives.

Bobby hit her hands making her drop her knives. Violet looked up at him clearly shocked. "You aren't going anywhere." Violet nodded and put her head on Jack's shoulder. Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her head. "I need a fuckin' drink."

"What about that guy I killed in the kitchen?" Violet asked.

"That was you?" Angel asked.

"Damn, just when I though Jackie finally grew some balls."

It was around midnight and everyone was at the bar.

"Jack drinks Jack, Jack drinks Jack." He chanted.

"Man, I still say Jack likes ass crack and ball sack." Bobby laughed drinking his whiskey.

"Jackie-poo doesn't like ass crack and ball sack." Violet giggled. "Jackie likes me."

"Yes, I do." Jack said pulling her into a deep kiss and onto his lap.

Angel and Bobby looked at one another. "Don't say it Angel, I'm still convinced that Jack is a fairy."

"Man, he's sitting here making out with his girlfriend."

"Maybe she had a sex change?" Bobby suggested.

"Bobby, there is no way in hell a doctor could do that good of a job. Look at her she's fine as hell!" Angel said motioning to Violet.

"Angel, don't you have La Vida Loca? And besides Violet is way too young for you, not to mention she's with Jack." Bobby reminded. "Besides she could really be a he."

"Except for the fact that I was born a girl, silly." Violet giggled, obviously drunk.

"Ok, let's get you two home." Bobby said finishing his drink. Angel helped Violet to stand, but soon enough tossed her over his shoulder, while Bobby helped Jack.

The next day Violet woke up to feel a cold empty spot next to her. She opened Jack's door only to smell something awful. "Marco." She yelled.

"Polo." She heard Jack respond from the bathroom. Violet walked out of Jack's bedroom only wearing a sports bra and booty shorts. As she walked to the bathroom the smell got stronger and stronger. "What is that god awful smell?" Violet hissed, before walking in to the open door bathroom. There she saw Bobby sitting on the toilet reading the newspaper. "Never mind."

"Hey, babe thought you wouldn't be up for another hour." Jack said as he poked his head out from behind the shower curtain.

"Girl, go put some clothes on. There are men in this house." Bobby said glancing up.

"Bobby, the only man I see is in the shower. I don't know how many times you want me to tell you that." Violet sighed putting on a dangerous smirk. Her hand slipped into the shower and turned it on cold full blast.

"VIOLET!" Jack yelled jumping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his hips. As soon as Violet saw the look in his eyes she ran out the room. "Vi, get back here!" Jack yelled after her. "Hey, no running in the house."

Violet ran down the stairs where she saw Angel and Jerry in the living room looking at the bullet holes.

"Need good place to hide." Violet begged.

"From what?" Jerry asked.

"From me." Jack said as he tackled her to the ground making sure he landed on the bottom. But quickly and gently rolled on top of her. Only to have Violet use her legs to throw him off of her and have her on top. Violet's legs were on either side of his hips and her hands were pinning him down at his shoulders.

"Pinned ya." She laughed. "Face it Jackie, you can't win this game." Violet stood and helped Jack up, before leaving to get dressed.

It was a little later in the day when Violet's cell phone started to ring. "Hey, TJ…what do you mean pick you up?..." Jack stopped strumming on his guitar and started listening to what his girlfriend was saying. "Sure…Yeah, I can be there in a couple minutes….Ok, bye."

"What's up?" Jack asked setting aside his guitar and pulling out two cigarettes.

"Um, TJ and Matt just flew in for their father's birthday. And wanted to know if we wanted to hang out, plus they kinda wanna met your brothers." Violet explained.

"Alright, let me get dressed." Jack said lighting the two cigarettes and handing one to Violet, who happily took it.

R&R!!

Hey, it's my birthday I'm finally 18 and give me ideas and I'll give you credit!!