Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(23)

In that moment, Lake swore she was staring into the eyes of a demon. As he held her captive, she began to pray he would release her, unsure if he even would. She had finally overstepped her boundaries with him. After all, he was no ordinary man; he was quite possibly the most dangerous man in all of Kansas City.

“Why isn’t your mother here?” he demanded.

“H-her husband is sick,” she managed to finish strong.

“Does he have cancer?”

Lake closed her eyes, wanting to cry. “No.”

Lucca finally released his grip on her. “Maybe now you can fucking grasp an ounce of what family means to us.” Rising to his feet, he gave his final words as he flicked his last butt to the pavement. “But then, what do I care, darlin’? You and your father are insignificant to me.”

Lake wasn’t aware she had been holding her breath until the door came to a close as he vanished. She had barely escaped the demon with her life. For now, anyway…





Chapter Fifteen

Into the Lion’s Den



Lake somehow found herself being pulled up the stairs to the front door.

“I am not going in there, Adalyn! Do you know who lives here?” She was somehow managing to yell and whisper all at the same time.

“Yep.” Adalyn quickly lifted her knuckles to knock on the door.

“Wait!” Lake swiftly grabbed her hand before it made contact. “You told me this was a party where a bunch of seniors would be getting drunk, not a goddamn gathering of the head of the Kansas City crime family! Trust me, these people are insane. I met that crazy one today, and all he had to do was that flippy thingy with his lighter”—Lake tried to mimic the movement with her wrist—“and I practically piss—”

The front door opened, and Nero appeared.

Lake wished she could crawl into a deep, dark hole and only hoped he hadn’t heard that, but the amused look on his face told her otherwise.

Adalyn tried to break the awkward silence. “Thanks for inviting us, Nero.”

“You’re welcome.” Nero smiled as he opened the door wider for them to enter. “Nice to finally meet you properly, Lake.”

She tried her best to smile as they entered the home. “You, too.”

“There’s a bunch of pizza in the kitchen, and don’t worry, there are seniors here, too,” Nero informed them as he left the foyer, still smiling.

Oh, God.

Adalyn tried her best not to laugh. “Well, at least that was a step up from the last one you met.”

She really wasn’t good at making first impressions. Thankfully, Nero wasn’t as scary as his older brother, but looking at his emerald eyes, she figured he only needed time. “Yeah, well, you’ve got fifteen minutes, remember?”

Adalyn dropped her voice. “Seriously, Lake, look at this house. We can’t see it all in fifteen minutes.”

Lake glanced around at the huge foyer with a grand staircase. There was no telling how the rest of the house looked, and they had only taken one step inside.

“Fine, twenty.” As she moved further in the doorway, she couldn’t help feeling like she had been led into the lion’s den.

As they made their way through, Lake became easily distracted by the extravagant home. This place is definitely fit for a king. The huge kitchen connected to the dining room, which connected to the living room, making it feel even more ginormous with the vaulted ceilings. There were quite a lot of people there, and there was still room to spare.

“I am so glad you both are here!” Maria quickly gave them each a hug. “Come here, you have to meet my friends.”

Lake followed Adalyn and Maria through the people to the couch in the living room, which was quieter and a little more secluded than the rest of the house. She noticed the strawberry-blonde she had seen that night at Poison.

“This is Elle. Elle, this is Adalyn and Lake,” Maria introduced them.

“Hi.” Elle sweetly smiled, her voice matching her looks.

“And this is Chloe,” Maria finished, pointing to the dark-haired girl on the end.

Chloe nervously smiled back at them. “H-Hi.”

Lake couldn’t help noticing the scars which marked the right side of Chloe’s face. One went from a few inches above her eyebrow down her cheek, while the other ran about an inch above and below her lips. Lake could almost see the pain in her shockingly gray eyes.

“Hey,” Lake replied when Chloe let her black hair veil the right side of her face. She instantly felt bad for staring, but it wasn’t even the scars which had caused it; it was how beautiful she was even with the markings.

“Weren’t you the girl at Poison back in January?” Adalyn asked.