Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(101)

She squeezed her eyes shut, making another stream of tears coat her face. I love you, Vincent.





Chapter Fifty-Six

True Family Is Earned, Not Born



The car ride was long, and he was dying to get out when Amo pulled down the long, private driveway.

Sal had quickly gone through her phone records and seen that her mother had called. It hadn’t taken much thought to figure out where she had gone.

As the sun started to set, Vincent hoped he wasn’t too late. I’m not. Vincent was refusing to believe anything other than finding Lake safe and breathing. Then he was going to take her home and make damn sure her little fucking stunts of running away were over. He had reached the end of his very long rope with her, and Lake was finally going to learn what it took to love a made man.

Amo parked the car halfway down the drive and Vincent jumped out, going to the trunk. He saw headlights come up behind him, the car parking right behind Amo’s.

After he and Amo took a few things out of the trunk, he slammed it closed then turned to see Nero and Maria standing by.

He spoke quickly, wanting to hurry and get in the house. “I don’t give a fuck what they do, you are not allowed to kill those two fuckers. I will. Maria, I need you to take care of that bitch Ashley if she’s here.” Ashley was only seventeen; therefore, the rule of no killing children still stood. Maria is our fucking loophole.

When they all nodded in agreement, he headed to the house with them following suit. Sneaking up to it, he hunkered down by the bushes with his gaze on the front door. His eyes then followed Maria’s stilettos as they clicked up the pavement until she reached the front door.

Maria rustled her perfect blonde waves a bit before she knocked.

He recognized someone sneakily try to peer out the corner of a window before the curtains snapped back in a hurry, and then he heard rustling at the door. Dumbass.

The door only slightly creaked open, the chain that still kept the door locked visible. “Can I help you?” a slimy voice spoke through the door.

“Hello. I’m so sorry to bug you, sir, but I used your driveway to turn around, and my car broke down. I just wanted to let you know that I’m blocking your driveway, and it’s going to take a couple of hours until the tow truck gets here. I just wanted you to be aware, and I apologize if this inconveniences you.” Maria spun on her heels to walk away.

“Wait,” the voice on the other side of the door called.

Maria stopped and turned back to face him, smiling.

“Do you have a ride back home? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be kept waiting.” The voice sounded slimier and slimier by the second.

Maria blushed, turning her head slightly away. “My boyfriend doesn’t get off work for another hour. It should only take him thirty minutes after that to pick me up.”

“Would you like to wait inside?” He smiled through the crack of the door.

“Oh, I would hate to—”

The door quickly shut, and then the sound of the chain could be heard before the door reopened, this time all the way, revealing the man Vincent was more than ready to kill.

“No, come in and wait inside,” John told her, licking his lips.

Maria giggled. “Well, if you insist.”

Vincent, Nero, and Amo readied themselves.

Taking one step in, Maria smiled at John before her hand flew upward at his face, his nose breaking in one quick hit.

Vincent quickly ran in the moment he heard the sound of bone crunching. Nero and Amo followed right behind, closing the door.

“Where the fuck is she!” His foot came out, kicking the fucker in the stomach while he stood, holding his nose as blood began to gush out.

He fell straight backward like a domino with a hard thud, hitting the floor. Then he began to manically laugh. “That trailer trash piece of shit is dead!”

Something inside of Vincent broke. “Motherfucker, where is she?” He started kicking him over and over as hard as he could.

Nero brought out a hysterical Pam who had been hiding in the kitchen.

Amo pushed Vincent back, trying to calm him. “Go look for her, make sure she’s okay, and then you fucking kill this fucker.”

He nodded a couple of times, getting himself under control. “You’re right.” He headed for the stairs, trying to keep his demons pushed back for a little bit longer. “Maria, come on.”

He and Maria went up the stairs to see a pole at the end of the hallway bracing the ceiling. Fuck! He ran down the hall, yelling for Maria to check to see if Ashley was there.

Vincent quickly moved the pole out of the way, his heart pumping out of his chest. Pulling down the string, he unfolded the stairs and swiftly crawled up as fast as he could. With each step he took, he repeated in his mind, Please, be okay. Please, be okay. Please, be oka—