Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(41)

Lake felt stupid, knowing he would never like her based on her alone. Lucca had made it clear to her that only Italians could be in the mob, and Vincent could only love one thing—the mafia. If he ever settled down, it would be with some sexy Italian woman, so if they ever had kids, his sons could follow in his footsteps. I would only taint the Vitale family’s name.

She jerked her hand from his grasp. “Is it fixed?”

“Yes. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” she said, trying to pull out the stick the hood was balancing on.

Vincent quickly grabbed the hood of the car. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re going to chop your fingers off!” he screamed at her.

“If I did, you would only care for Adalyn’s sake, right?”

When he simply stared at her without saying a word, she stormed off and got in the car, slamming the door shut. Quickly, she turned the key in the ignition, and it finally started.

Vincent was barely able to shut the hood and move safely out of the way before she could run him over.

Dammit, God! You couldn’t have let me win once today?

Luckily, the look on his face as he jumped out of the way gave her some peace.





Chapter Twenty-Four

Nightmare on Fourth Street



She just fucking tried to run me over, didn’t she? She fucking did!

Vincent was doing that girl a favor, and she didn’t even know it. He didn’t enjoy telling her he only cared about her because she was his sister’s best friend. Hell, he wanted himself to believe it.

‘Because you’ll just tell me it’s a mistake and leave me again.’ That one sentence had about ripped his heart out, and he had previously been certain he didn’t even have one. She had one foot already out of Kansas City, and when the time came for her to go to college, he couldn’t leave with her. Lake would never budge about getting out, and he would never budge about leaving.

Sure, he could play with her, have his way with her for a little while, but he could see the outcome of it all. Vincent would destroy her; completely and utterly destroy something precious which was already on the verge of breaking.

Seeing that bitch talk to her that way at the mall, he had finally seen an ounce of why she had said she could relate to Chloe. His gut told him she might have had it bad her entire life, and he had been too stupid to see it.

Vincent began to vaguely remember wanting to turn the car around when he had dropped her off at her mom’s house. I should’ve turned around. He was sick at the thought of all the shit she might have gone through over the past couple of months. I left her there.

The place where his heart was supposed to be began to ache. He had never experienced it before. Afraid, he shut his conscience out, not able to listen to the voice in his head explain the new feeling. Therefore, he replaced it with one he knew all too well, one which whispered his sinful desires. He let the feeling of rage begin to take over his body. It was clear; destroying her would only break him, and he was unbreakable.

Vincent heard the door slam. Looking up, he saw Amo’s furious face walking from the house.

“Your sister doesn’t shut the fuck up, does she? No fucking filter at all. The entire time, I had to hear her talk about how hot Nero and Lucca are. She’s sick and twisted, just like you. She would fuck Nero’s eyeballs and Lucca’s Escalade if she could.

“While I was listening and trying not to picture some very sick, fucked-up shit, I look out the window to see if I could get the fuck out of there, and I see Lake bent over the fucking car. You were experiencing every man’s wet dream, and there I was, trying to distract your sister for you so you could have it. You get the image of her sweet ass tonight when you fall asleep, while I’ll be having a goddamn fucking nightmare about your sister fucking a green Escalade!” Amo finished by finally managing to open his car door through his frustration.

Vincent tried not to choke on his laughter. “No one’s more sick and twisted in a bedroom than you, Amo. You’ll find something to make you forget.”

“You fucking owe me something for that, Vince, so why don’t you go find it for me?” Amo yelled before slamming the door shut.

What the fuck!? For the second time today, he had to dodge out of the way to avoid being run over.

I probably deserved that one, he thought, smiling as he remembered how stiff he had gotten from staring at Lake in those tiny Daisy Dukes. He’d had to try hard to get her to bend over the hood just enough to where the swell of the bottom of her ass cheeks popped out, but it had been one hundred percent worth it. He could no longer resist his urge to touch her, his hand already itching to do it again. He had thought her hand was soft. But damn, her legs and ass are the smoothest fucking things I’ve ever felt.