Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(51)

“No, she owes him thirty.”

He quickly turned his head to look at him. “What?”

Vinny shook his head. “She fucking dropped twenty grand in front of Dante like it was nothing and said it was her whole college fund.”

“Fuck!” Quickly, he stood, going to the door. “I need to go.”

“You want her, don’t you, son?”

Vincent squeezed the door knob, unaware of how to answer his father’s question.

In their line of work, they started to think it was best and safest to not have someone you cared about more than the family.

Vinny gave his son a warning. “She’s the good kind of trouble, and the good kind is more dangerous than the bad.”

Opening the door, he started to go through before saying, “Thanks for the advice. I’ll keep it in mind.”

Vincent shut the door behind him and headed straight toward the elevator. Once there, he held down the code to reach the underground casino. When the doors closed, he let out a deep breath.

She’s fucking scared of the family enough to leave yet not enough to keep her from trying to save a dead man’s life. He didn’t think Lake valued her life, and he was going to make fucking sure that changed.

His father was right; she was stupid to think she could save her father. It didn’t matter whether she did or not; the risk was too high to even try.

Dante was a man you shouldn’t fuck with. His moral code had died a long time before when his wife did. If his dad hadn’t been there, Lake would be six feet under in a casket, not in a casino.

‘She fucking dropped twenty grand in front of Dante like it was nothing and said it was her whole college fund.’ Finding out that Lake wasn’t planning on leaving anymore was bittersweet. It was selfish and wrong for a part of him to be happy that she wasn’t leaving, but the other part of him hated the fact that she had made the decision. Giving Dante that money was like throwing her life away, and he doubted she had even thought twice about it. Not only that, but she owed a dangerous man thirty thousand dollars. The minute she’d agreed, she was owned by the Caruso boss.

Vincent got off the elevator and headed down the hallway. Knocking on the door, he was let in a moment later. His eyes searched the room until they landed on a sad pair of hazel eyes. Lake was smiling, but he could see how she truly felt.

Nobody fucking owns her but me.

Going to the wall, he stood between Nero and Amo. “Anyone fucking touch her?”

Amo crossed his arms as he leaned back on the wall. “Do you think we would be standing here if they did?”

“Yeah, I think you fucking threatened us enough before you left. What did you find out?” Nero asked.

“Her dad owed yours fifty grand, so your dad wanted to kill her dad. She decided, like a genius, to take her college fund of twenty grand to him and work the rest off. Sooo, my dad suggested she work down here for several fucked-up reasons, such as her being worth more alive than dead because, let’s face it, your dad would have killed Lake and her dad if he didn’t.”

Nero thought for a minute, trying to digest what he had said. “Well, she and Elle do have one thing in common—my dad wanting to kill them.”

“Damn, I didn’t think she could get any hotter. She really fucking did that?” Amo continued to stare at Lake, not pulling his eyes away to fully engage in their conversation.

“I told you to fucking watch the men to see if they try to make a move on her, not stare at her ass,” Vincent growled.

Amo averted his eyes. “Exactly how do you plan to fuck her after she caught you in the bathroom with that bitch?”

Vincent heard a small laugh escape from Nero.

“You don’t think I can fucking win her over?”

Amo looked back at Lake’s long legs. “I never thought I’d say this, but I think she just might be out of your league.”

Vincent felt offended. Out of my league, really? He was Vincent fucking Vitale the Third. No girl—or woman, for that matter—was ever out of his league.

He watched Lake sweep her bangs off to the side. Fuck.

“I need you to go make sure her fucking car doesn’t start tonight.”

Nero started to laugh. “So, you’re forcing her to be with you.”

“Yeah, like you didn’t force Elle?”

“I didn’t say it was wrong,” Nero agreed.

“Can I watch her attempt to fix it?” Amo asked sincerely.

“No!” Vincent was beginning to wish for the death of one of his best friends.

“What if she fixed it in that outfit, though, man? You would benefit from it, too.”

Vincent decided to give Amo a warning. “You better quit fucking staring at her.”