“Yes,” she whispered back, telling him she was his forever in one word.
That one and only favor from Lucca was the only thing which could have taken her away from Kansas City and Vincent forever.
Lake had taken Lucca’s advice of Googling mob rules and found out that only a few times in history had a famous family made a man with no Italian roots. When she had asked him if this could be one of the exceptions, Lucca had told her he would get it done. She had sealed her fate forever the moment she had asked for her father to be made. There was no running from the mafia when your father was made. It didn’t matter, though. She planned to stay with Vincent until the end of time.
He will always find me. He will always save me. He’s my family now. I am his. Forever.
When he kissed her roughly and she saw the passion in his eyes, a wave of pleasure rushed through her that she had pleased him.
Vincent’s hand went under the back of her dress, finding out she wasn’t wearing any panties. He squeezed her naked ass. “Good girl.”