Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(13)

Vincent Vitale is dead to me.





Chapter Eight

Run. Run While You Can



“Fuck!” Vincent squeezed the steering wheel as hard as he could to keep reminding himself to stay the hell in the car and not go after her.

When Lake went into the house, he reluctantly started pulling out of the driveway. Something inside of him felt as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was only making mistake after mistake lately, and they all involved Lake.

He didn’t know how the hell this fuck-up had happened. Yes, I do. Lake just had to be shaking her ass. That in turn made him want to fuck her brains out, but he had fought it all until he had found those birth control pills. Then he had been furious.

Should he have been that mad? Probably not. However, it was because he had been jealous that someone could be fucking her instead of him. What? Hell no, I wasn’t!

Moving on.

When he had confronted her about it, she just had to get mad and show him who she really was, which only made his dick harder. So, he had kissed her. And it was a mistake.

He had told her not to move because he had been sure, if she’d touched him, there wasn’t going to be any turning back, and damn if she hadn’t pulled his hair. Hell, he hadn’t even thought she was going to kiss him back, but that little bit of nothing somehow made his dick about to explode.

That’s why I told her to go. And there was his real mistake.

Vincent had made another mistake by calling the girl from Poison to come over, yet he had been going crazy. If someone hadn’t released his tension, he would have gone upstairs and showed Lake how to really fight.

She, of course, had to see the girl leaving. That bothered him, made him mad, and again, he wasn’t sure why. Every girl knew he fucked around, so why did he care if she did?

The way they had bantered during breakfast brought him right back to feeling like he wanted to fuck her. He hadn’t wanted the fun to end; therefore, he had decided to take her home. He had known the car ride was going to be just as entertaining, although he hadn’t thought it was going to be that entertaining. However, all that went down the drain when she said, “When I turn eighteen, they’ll hold no power over me, because I’ll be gone.”

That was when he had understood that whatever was going on between them had to stop. Not only because he knew Lake was different and wouldn’t want to only fuck, but also because she wanted nothing to do with the mob while Vincent wanted everything to do with it. They were on two different planets, in two different galaxies.

So, what did he do again? Yep, he made another blunder by telling Lake it was a mistake kissing her. Oh, the irony. When Vincent had grabbed Lake’s arm, telling her to wait, he had almost, almost tried to fix it somehow. However, seeing the hurt in her eyes, he had known he had to finish it. Vincent was in no way, shape, or form going to become a one-woman man, especially not at the age of eighteen. Not ever.

He felt something beating at his mind, telling him to turn the fuck around. Something didn’t feel right to him. His gut was churning and his mind reeling with what could be wrong.

“Why doesn’t she spend more time with her mom?”

Vincent knew what it was like to have parents not together. Ever since he could remember, his own parents had been separated. The more he thought about it, it became clear they were in the same situation, his mother marrying Sam who already had Adalyn and his dad being alone. His time had been split up half and half until he had gone to high school, but that was because of the whole mob thing, not because he felt bad for his dad being lonely. If anything, she should want to stay with her mom more because of the whole mob thing.

Vincent ran his hands through his almost-dry hair, knowing he was trying to come up with any excuse to turn around.

“Shit, did I make a mistake?”

No, you did the right thing.

The farther he drove away from Lake, the saner he became. By the time he made it to his father’s house, he had wiped Lake clean from his mind.

Stepping out of the car was almost like he had hit a ‘clear memory’ button.

* * *

Lake quietly closed the front door, praying she could escape to her bedroom unnoticed. Please, God, I beg you, of all days, this is honestly the one I can’t—

“Lake, there you are!”

“Oh. Hey, Mom.” Lake hugged her mom who was squeezing her tightly.

“Where were you yesterday? How was your first week back at school?” Her mother talked a mile a minute.

“I heard you were going out with friends, so I figured it would be okay if Adalyn and I hung out.” Lake had to force a smile. “School was great.”

Her mom smiled wide. “Of course it was okay, honey. I’m glad your first week back was great.” She began to look her up and down. “Lake, why must you always wear those old hoodies and jeans? I know you have plenty of clothes.”