Vincent (3 page)

Chapter Four

Born To Be Made

In literally twenty minutes, Vincent’s entire night had taken a nosedive. However, his rage was finally calming—or trying to, at least.

What the fuck was Adalyn thinking?

As he grabbed his car door handle, he heard Lake’s muffled voice through the car.

“Yes, right until your crazy-ass brother—”

No, what the fuck was Lake thinking?

Well, his rage
had
been trying to calm.

*  *  *

Oh, shit. Did he hear me?

Vincent started the car. “What were you saying, Lake?”

Oh, shit. He heard me.

Lake tried to steady her voice. “I-I wasn’t saying anything.”

“Yes, you were,” he said matter-of-factly as he drove off.

“N-no, I wasn’t.”

“Nope, she wasn’t,” Adalyn agreed, trying to help her friend out.

Vincent looked at Lake through the rearview mirror. “So, you didn’t just say ‘
your crazy-ass brother’
?”

Lake’s eyes met his scary ones in the mirror which were daring her to lie.

Lie.
“N-”
Don’t lie.
“Yes.”

She wished she could change her answer as she looked at him.

Wait, did he
want
me to lie?

His face read,
do not lie to me
.

She had talked to him countless times throughout most of her life, but she had no clue how to handle the new Vincent. Playing truth or dare with him was one game she wasn’t brave or experienced enough to win.

“Well, you kind of
did
go a tad crazy there when you shattered his hand,” Adalyn said.

And, just like that, Lake saw him switch back to normal.

“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
milf
s.
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.

Okay, now listen to your mind
. Vincent took a deep breath.
This is Lake you’re thinking about.
He took another deep breath.
Your sister’s best friend
. Another deep breath.
You were just turned on and ready to fuck
. With one last deep breath, he was finally becoming sane.

Vincent was glad that was over. The next day, he was going to wake up and have no thoughts about Lake while he fucked some girl’s brains out.
Make that the threesome I was supposed to have.

Getting up off the couch, his dick was finally under some control.
What? A hard-on of epic proportions isn’t going to go away just like that.

Vincent was ready to face Lake again since he was calm, cool, and collec—

What the hell is that?

Vincent stared at the bag sitting on the coffee table. Reaching down, he grabbed something circular which was wedged between some school folders and papers. He opened the round case, knowing all too well what was inside. When the little pills appeared beside days of the week, he began to lose control all over again.

If this is Adalyn’s, I will fucking kill the motherfucker who touched her.
When he thought about the other option, of it being Lake’s, he came to the same conclusion.

A voice deep down inside of him told him to take a deep breath.
Shut the fuck up.

*  *  *

Lake stared at the monster in the doorway when the lights were suddenly turned on. Her breathing sped up as she wondered what could have happened in the five minutes she had been in there.
Is someone dead?

Adalyn sounded on the verge of tears as he shut the door behind him. “What’s wrong? What is it?”

Vincent revealed what was in his hands, still silent.

Adalyn and Lake let out the breaths they’d seemed to have been holding for an eternity.

Oh, thank God. No one’s dead.

“Jesus Christ, Vincent! You scared the hell out of us!” Adalyn said, trying to catch her breath.

Vincent’s voice was cold as he put the pills in his pocket. “Whose the fuck is it?”

It finally dawned on Lake and Adalyn that finding birth control pills was right under finding the dead body of a family member.

Adalyn held up her hands. “Okay, Vincent. Just try to calm down and listen for a second.” She began to fake laugh. “Trust me, we are all going to have a good laugh about this later.” However, her laughter died at Vincent’s facial expression.

Holy shit, someone
is
dead, and that is me.

“There are two fucking rules every girl in the family must follow: One, you can’t date until you become an adult and graduate high school. And two, you can only fuck after you’re married with the blessing of the family.” Vincent’s voice became low. “You know you are
not
allowed on birth control, especially since you’re underage. In one night, all the fucking rules have been broken.”

Lake wished she could run and hide. She knew the rules, and they had been put in place for the safety of the girls as well as the sanity of the family.

Vincent’s voice started to rise as his eyes danced between them. “
So, whose are they
?”

Adalyn looked down at the floor. “Um…”

Lake looked Vincent straight in the eyes. “They’re mine.”

Vincent’s eyes held Lake’s prisoner. “Adalyn, out.”

Adalyn didn’t move.

“Room. Now!” Vincent growled.

Adalyn solemnly left, closing the door behind her while leaving her friend to fend for herself.

Lake’s chest started to quickly rise and fall as he silently stood, watching her. She tried to move her eyes away, but she was afraid of what he would do if she did.

Vincent waited until Adalyn’s footsteps had disappeared. “You fucking that guy who was your date tonight?”

Huh? What? No!
Who the hell does he think he is?

Lake was furious he’d had the audacity to say that.

“I told you earlier we used them to get in. We didn’t even dance with them! You are such an asshole. Did it ever occur to you that I’m on birth control because my periods suck?”

“Excuse me?” Vincent took a step forward.

Lake had absolutely had it up to
here
with him trying to intimidate her. “That was in my bag, and you had no right to go through it. It is none of your fucking business if I was fucking him!”

Shit, shit, shit!
Lake really wanted to take that back. She watched him take another step forward as she moved back.

His baby-blues were dangerous as they traveled down her body. “Sweetheart, I make it my business when you wear a dress like that.”

She had never felt eyes on her like that before in her life, making her certain she should’ve been scared of him right then. Lake truly was scared shitless, although it wasn’t Vincent who was scaring her; it was how her body was reacting to his words.
What is he doing to me?

Her legs began to shake as she backed up another step, trying to keep the distance between them. She had no room left when the backs of her legs hit the bed, causing her to fall.

Lake began to see him differently for the second time that night as she watched him finally close the distance between them. Her chest grew heavy as he stood over her, his legs touching her thighs.

Is this…? Is this real?

Vincent looked too perfect. She was certain no one could ever be more perfect than him.

Vincent’s voice was quiet when he said, “Lake, are you still a virgin?”

Lake couldn’t help licking her lips in nervousness. Slowly, she nodded. “Yes.”

He reached out and tilted her chin up with the tip of his finger. “And has a guy ever kissed you or touched you?”

“No,” she whispered her confession.

Vincent glided his finger up to trace her bottom lip. “Good.” He paused. “Now, you go on another date again, I’ll chop his hand off. You fuck someone, and I’ll chop his dick off. And, if I catch you dancing and looking like that again, sweetheart, your days of being a virgin are over. Understand?”

Lake blinked up at him.
Did he just say that?

He quickly bent his head close to hers then grabbed the back of her hair to tilt her face higher. “Do you understand?”

Oh, my.
She tried to fight the warmth growing in her belly. She had no clue why the hell she was turned on when he was being the opposite of sweet.

Don’t agree.
“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now, don’t move.”

What? Wh
—?

Lake suddenly felt his lips crashing onto hers. She would have never imagined in a million years that her first kiss would be with Vincent.

It was tender at first, making her stomach do somersaults, but it quickly became rough when he started sucking on her bottom lip. Lake felt like she was being transported to Heaven by the feel of his lips and the way he was holding her head. She didn’t know if she was even kissing him back, but that was going to change.

With the heat she felt itching at her to touch him, to kiss him in return, Lake mimicked him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth firmly. Then she reached up and grabbed the nape of his light blonde hair tightly. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing until he sped up and deepened the kiss.

Lake moaned into his mouth and pulled his hair, bringing him closer to her.

That was when Vincent stopped kissing her just as quickly as he had started. “You should go.”

She was still a little dazed, looking up at him.

“You should go,” he said, harsher that time.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Lake jumped off his bed then shoved him. “You were the one who fucking kissed me!” She stomped off toward his door, unable to be around him for another second.

When she opened the door, he said, “Tell Adalyn to bring down those fucking dresses.”

“Fuck you, Vincent.” Lake slammed the door behind her.