Vincent (Made Men, #2)(61)

He and the men around the table who were getting free drinks off him were well inebriated by then. Down there, though, no one was ever cut off. That was one of the perks.

“No, we need another fucking bottle. Don’t we, gentlemen?” David looked around the table at all the men nodding and yelling in agreement. “Right, so hurry that sweet ass up and I’ll make it worth it.”

Lake nodded while, leaving the table, unable to even fake a smile. He was really starting to freak her out.

Going to the bar and quickly getting his order, she took the time to take a breath and calm her nerves. It didn’t matter how drunk these men got, they were still too scared to break the rules in fear they wouldn’t be able to return.

Getting to the table, she poured the drinks out for the men then set the bottle in front of David, who was holding out another hundred dollar bill. Taking the money, she did her shimmy and put it in her corset before she turned to leave. However, her arm was tightly grabbed, and she looked back toward a hazy-eyed David.

“I don’t think that was a hundred dollars’ worth. What do you all think?” he asked the other men, who shook their heads in agreement. “How about you try that again?”

“How about you remove your fucking hand,” Vincent’s lethal voice spoke over him.

Lake looked over to see Vincent, Nero, and Amo standing a foot away. This isn’t going to end well, is it?

“I will, once I get my fucking money’s worth.” David applied more pressure to her arm.

Vincent took a step forward. “Motherfucker, I’m going to give you five seconds. Five… Four…”

“Okay, let’s all calm down.” Lake put her hand up.

“Three…”

“Seriously, I would let go,” she pleaded with David.

Vincent’s voice went darker. “Two…”

David let her go then held up his hands. “All right. Fine, fine.” He stood, swaying a bit. “I’ll just take my fucking money back.”

Lake screamed and grabbed her boobs when David tried to go down her corset.

“Motherfucker!” Vincent punched him right in the face.

Amo quickly grabbed Lake out of the way before Vincent could start his destruction.

She winced when she saw David’s head getting smashed into the poker table, making chips fly up in the air like confetti.

“Um, guys, they don’t look very happy,” she told Nero and Amo when she saw one of the men stand up with a glass bottle.

Nero quickly removed his jacket. “I’ve been fucking waiting for this for a month. Fuck this place.”

They’re going to get killed!

She saw the other men start to get up when Nero took the bottle away and smashed it over the first guy’s head.

“Ahh, fuck! This is the best job I’ve ever had.” Amo started taking off his jacket, whispering several profanities Lake hadn’t known existed. “These fuckers gotta ruin everything good in life.”

Even though Vincent, Nero, and Amo were outnumbered, they were still beating the shit out of the group of men. Finally, she watched the other guards start moving in to break it up.

“These little shits are starting to really piss me off.” Sadie came up beside her, crossing her arms.

Lake turned back to the fighting to see the guards just standing there and watching.

“Why aren’t they stopping it?”

Sadie started to yell at them, “Because they’re a bunch of fucking pussies! I don’t give a fuck if their dads are Jesus, stop them!”

The suits didn’t move.

“Fuck’s sake.” Sadie went up to Amo and grabbed at his hands, which were around a guy’s throat. “All right, big boy. Cut the shit before I decide to slap the fuck out of you.”

Amo let go of the man’s throat, letting him drop to the ground like a ton of bricks.

“Now, get your fucking boyfriends under control,” she hissed at him.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Amo looked down at her, giving her an intimidating stare.

Sadie went for her huge stripper heel, pulling it off. “That’s it!”

Amo quickly backed up out of her reach then pulled Nero off some guy he was beating into the ground. Then Lake watched Amo and Nero both try to pull Vincent off someone, but he went back to beating on David again.

She ran and grabbed his arm when he placed his foot over David’s throat as he lay helpless on the ground.

“Um, I think he’s had enough.” She tried to speak calmly in hopes to soothe him.

Vincent looked at her, starting to apply pressure to his throat.

She squeezed his arm. “Please?”

He pressed just a little bit harder before he took his foot off. He wiped the palms of his hands on his already-bloody shirt then grabbed Lake’s hand with his non-punching one.

Where are we going?

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Sadie asked Lake’s unspoken question, stepping in front of them.

“She’s done,” he snapped as he walked right past her.

Lake tried to remove her hand from his, but that only resulted in him holding it tighter.

Glancing back at Sadie, she saw her go to open her mouth only to snap it shut again, biting her tongue.

Lake mouthed a “Sorry” back to her, already planning on how she was going to grovel to her the next day. She knew Vincent had said she was done because her shift was already almost over, and she definitely knew better than to argue with him about it when she was sure he wasn’t going to leave without her. If he didn’t get out of there, his foot was going back over David’s throat.