Vincent (Made Men, #2)(5)

It didn’t take long for Vincent to recover and he instantly grabbed the guy’s head and kneed him in the face, making him drop completely to the floor.

Is he insane? she thought as Vincent laughed, walking toward the guy who had groped Adalyn and was pleading on his knees.

Reaching down, Vincent grabbed his shirt roughly, pulling him up. “You piece of shit,” he said as he bashed the dude in the face. “Motherfucker!” Another punch.

The guy fell face-down to the floor.

Lake hoped it was over but of course, she wasn’t that lucky. When Vincent covered the guy’s hand with his shoe, she tried to look away but couldn’t seem to. Please, don’t do it…

“Don’t ever touch my sister again.” Vincent sounded deadly.

He’s going to do it! Lake desperately tried to close her eyes fast enough but before she knew it, his foot lifted off the ground and came crashing back down. Her eyes finally slammed closed at the sound of the bones breaking and the scream of pain.

Lake heard laughing and opened her eyes to see the three winners literally getting a hoot out of what they had done. Looking around at the bloodied bodies on the floor, she changed her mind about what she’d just witnessed.

Make that a horror film starring Vincent, the psychopath killer.

Lake wasn’t expecting what happened next as a strawberry-blonde appeared from the crowd. She must have been dating the gorgeous one, but she clearly wasn’t expecting him there, and she was also not expecting it when a girl in a glittery dress came out and grabbed him.

Lake watched two other girls appear in practically matching glittery dresses, grabbing Vincent and his other friend. They’re triple-dating. She couldn’t help studying the blonde girl wrapped around Vincent’s waist with a huge ass and boobs.

The complete and utter opposite of me. She didn’t know why that thought entered her head or why she even cared, but something deep down did.

It wasn’t long before the strawberry-blonde stormed out, the guys following soon after.

Lake stood still, in shock of the events.

Turning her head, she met Adalyn’s eyes. “What the hell just happened?”

Adalyn looked down at the guy crying at her feet as he held his hand. “Too much testosterone happened.”

“Come on. We need to get out of here before the cops show!” Adalyn shrieked as they stepped around the blood and destruction.

When they got to the big, heavy door and pushed it open, Lake’s eyes widened as Vincent stormed at them. “What the hell were you all here for?”

Not good. She quickly started to pull her dress down to cover more of her legs then grabbed her top to make sure her cleavage was concealed. She started to blush when the big friend of Vincent’s eyes roamed over her.

Lake noticed Adalyn fixing herself until her big mouth opened. “Why the hell do you think?”

Vincent’s face started to contort.

Really not good! She held up her hand and blurted out her confession. “I begged her to come dancing with me. It’s my fault. The only way we could get in was going with those guys. We didn’t do anything with them, though.” Lake turned her eyes down to the pavement, unable to meet his baby-blues.

She heard Vincent take a deep breath. “Good. You can’t date boys until you graduate. I don’t care if it’s only a few months away. I won’t say anything, but I better not catch you two again.”

Lake felt some relief and began to nod. Thank God. Looking over at her friend’s defiant stare she hit her arm, making her nod in defeat, as well.

Hearing the jingling of metal, she watched Vincent hold out his keys. “Go get in the car. I’m taking you both home.”

As soon as Adalyn snatched the keys from Vincent’s hand, they both took off running.

Lake wasn’t dumb; she knew when the hell to run away. Especially from crazy. She knew Vincent had a dark side from all her years of constantly being around Adalyn. But holy shit, he is a lunatic!

“You’re burning those fucking dresses when we get home!” Vincent screamed over the clicking of their heels hitting pavement.

Lake guessed he had said that since Adalyn was desperately trying to keep her purple baby doll dress down. She instinctively went to pull her own dress down, though she was unsuccessful because of how fast she was running.

She heard his voice again, much calmer that time. “Actually, give them to me. I want to get rid of them.”

Lake and Adalyn looked at each other in confusion. What the hell? Why?

They were able to spot Vincent’s car quickly, and Adalyn hit the unlock button. Closing the distance, Lake threw open the door to the backseat on the driver’s side as Adalyn went to the passenger seat in the front.

“Wait, I shouldn’t sit in the front, should I?” Adalyn whispered.

“Uh, no!” Lake quietly yelled to her friend as she jumped into the dark car.

A second later, she was joined in the backseat, thankful Adalyn had taken her advice.

When they were finally enclosed, Lake felt free to talk. “Adalyn, just keep your mouth closed unless it’s to say sorry. Our dads can’t find out about thi—”

Adalyn rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. Sheesh, we aren’t allowed to date. Come on, though; that was so much fun!”

Lake had to admit she hadn’t had that much fun in a long time. Okay, never. Then Vincent had come out of nowhere and ruined it.