“Too much?” Vincent laughed.
Oh, my God. He is crazy.
“Yep, just a little over the top. But, hey, he kind of deserved it.” Adalyn shrugged.
They both are crazy.
“I can’t believe Nero was actually dating a girl,” Adalyn said in shock.
Lake looked over at her. “Which one was Nero?”
Adalyn smiled. “The hot one.”
Should’ve known the gorgeous one would have a name like that. Lake couldn’t help smiling back. “Ohhh. And the big one was…?”
Adalyn rolled her eyes. “Amo.”
Of course it was.
Lake saw Vincent’s anger return when his eyes flew up to the mirror. What the hell is wrong with him now?
She decided to ignore him.
“Are they in”—Lake lowered her voice to a whisper—“the mafia?”
Vincent burst out laughing. “Why did you just whisper?”
“Because I didn’t think that was something you could say out loud!”
He is seriously giving me whiplash.
“Lake, no one is even around. Your own father is in the mafia, for fuck’s sake.” Vincent still sounded amused.
She turned her head to look out the window, feeling a little embarrassed. The truth was she didn’t know much about the mafia. But I know enough to know I don’t want to know anything else.
Lake knew a so-called family man led to nothing except trouble. Her dad had turned into a gambling addict, most likely from the terrible things he’d had to do. Almost every made man was divorced. If they even get married in the first place. Most mob wives were made widows. If they’re lucky enough not to get used as collateral themselves. So, yes, she was ignorant on the subject because she never wanted to learn a damned thing about the mob.
Thankfully, she had an out. And I’m sure as hell not marrying into it.
“Well, that’s not something I like to advertise,” she admitted.
His blue eyes met hers in the mirror again. “But it is something you have to deal with.”
“Not for much longer.” Her connection to the mafia was so low she wouldn’t be worth finding once she graduated and turned eighteen. She would move out and then go to college, leaving it all behind.
She would have sworn she saw disappointment on his face, but his next words told her she had imagined it.
“By the way, our fathers are in the mafia; we’re not. At least, not yet.” He had no doubts to what his future held for him.
Lake had always known Vincent would follow in his father’s footsteps. His father was too far up in the mob for him not to be. She knew Nero and Amo would, too. Just by the way they fought, you could tell it was in their blood. They were simply born to be made.
The rest of the way home was silent and could be summed up in one word: awkward.
Vincent only broke the silence when he pulled into their driveway “You two stay behind me and go into my room while I check to see if the coast is clear. If Mom and Sam catch you two looking like that, I won’t be able to help you.”
Lake and Adalyn agreed as they got out of the car, staying close behind him. Lake was thankful Vincent’s bedroom, which was mostly just a guest bedroom, was on the first floor by the front door.
A sigh of relief came over Lake when they closed his door. All they had to do was silently wait in the darkness until Vincent came back to tell them the coast was clear.
Lake had definitely had an eventful day filled with way too much drama for her liking.
Thank God tonight is finally over.
Chapter Five
A Hard-On of Epic Proportions
Vincent slowly walked through the house, unable to concentrate. He desperately needed to get himself under control. Every day was a constant battle for him and right then, his mind and body were at war.
His body was in a serious state of need from being a hundred percent positive he was going to fuck his date and ninety-nine point nine percent positive he was going to fuck Nero’s date, as well. Hell, his date had already made him halfway hard when she had started grabbing his dick under the table. However, when he had seen Lake dancing, his dick had grown like a rock. He was almost certain he had never been that hard before.
Fuck!
Feeling the pain in his groin, he became positive he had never been that hard. It meant a lot more than you would think because he was proud that he had fucked every hot girl in his private school. Not to mention, since it was Legacy Prep, there were a lot of rich, hot girls who came with some sexy-ass mothers. Finally he realized how severe his hard-on was, considering he’d slept with outrageously needy, experienced milfs. If you aren’t in the twenty-first century, that means Mother-I’d-Like-To-Fuck, fuck, fuck!
When Vincent didn’t see anyone, he rounded back to the living room and sat down on the couch. If he looked at Lake right then—in that fucking dress—he would only picture her dancing. Even without looking at her, it was hard enough.