Vincent (Made Men, #2)(73)

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. “The only reason I didn’t tell you about paying your debt was because I didn’t want you freaked out by David. So don’t tell me to fucking go when you ran away from me without a fucking word, Lake. And now you’re hanging out with bikers? You better not be fucking seeing one of them.”

“So you can fuck around all you want, but I can’t? As a matter of fact, me and Cash have a thing, so you can go back home now!” she was yelling and whispering at the same time.

“Cash? That guy’s name makes him sound like the biggest fucking dick. Are you being serious with me right now, Lake?”

Lake looked at his baby-blue eyes, seeing past his fury to his hurt that she would be seeing someone else.

“No,” she whispered. “He had an epic shotgun wedding to Rachel, and they’re very happy.”

Vincent released his breath and rested his forehead on hers. “Please, baby, come back with me. You don’t belong here.”

“I do now, Vincent. Dante wants me dead, and I’ll be fine here. There’s a technical college not far—”

“You don’t belong in a fucking trailer or going to a technical college.”

“There is nothing wrong with that!” She hit at him.

He grabbed her hand, stopping her from hitting him again. “No, there’s not. You’re not listening to me, Lake. I’m talking about you. Is this what you want in life? To live in a trailer and go to a technical college?”

Lake slowly shook her head, tears coating her eyes again. She once had a different dream, which had washed away the moment she had handed Dante the money to save her father’s life.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Vincent. I can’t go ba—”

“I love you.” He took her face in his hands. “I fucking love you, Lake, and I don’t want you to say it back. This week was the worst fucking week of my life without you, not knowing where you were. I’m asking you to come back with me. Come back with me and stay with me just for the rest of the summer. I have kept all the money you’ve made, and I’ll pay for the rest to allow you to go wherever you want to go to college. Just please, baby, stay with me for the summer.”

The tears finally fell from her face as she started crying. When he leaned down and started kissing them away tenderly, she kissed him back. Her mouth opened to let him explore, and she pulled him closer to her by grabbing onto his hair. The taste and feel of him hadn’t changed; it was only heightened from their loss.

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, breaking their kiss.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the mafia finally found us! They came to kill us!” Her grandmother ran, screaming through the trailer.

Vincent looked back at Lake. “What the fuck is she on?”

“Unfortunately, nothing.” She squinted when her grandparents’ Shih Tzu, Pippin, came into the room, barking his head off at Vincent.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Pippin, my baby!” Her grandmother quickly ran back in the room and snatched up her little dog then ran back out screaming, letting Lake fend for herself.

“Are you ready to get the fuck out of here now?” he asked her.

Fuck yes. “Yep, let’s go.”

Vincent took her hand and led her out of the bedroom.

She about had a heart attack when she saw her grandfather with a shotgun in his hand, pointing it at him with her grandmother behind him, holding Pippin to her chest.

Granddad, no!

“Put the fucking gun down. I came in while you were gone and unloaded it.” Vincent leisurely went to the door and held it open for Lake. “You don’t have to worry about the fucking mafia coming for you crazies. We would blow our own heads off listening to you fucking screaming like that.”

The door slammed shut, and Lake thanked God that was the last time she was going to have to hear that awful creaky door slam. She didn’t know how in the world her father had lived in a trailer like that for years before his parents had moved to Kansas City for a job. One week of his parents and that trailer was fucking enough for me.

Vincent walked her down to a car hidden off the road. He spun out fast, going to the nearest airport as if he wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

On the way there, Lake pointed at the gang of bikers who passed them along the way. “That’s The Last Riders. And look, that one’s Cash.”

“Motherfucking dick,” Vincent growled as they passed him and his bike.

“Vincent, have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” Her eyes danced between the bikers as they zoomed past.

“You ever fucking mention The Last Riders and that fucking dick Cash again, you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”

Her eyes grew big. “S-Sorry. I promise I won’t even mention this place ever again.”

Looking at the trees pass by, Lake was glad to be leaving. In all honesty, it had felt as if she was falling into a book the moment she had stepped foot into Treepoint, Kentucky. She was ready to get back to her mafia-filled world.

Vincent clearly felt more passionate about getting back to Kansas City. “Fucking Kentucky.”





Chapter Forty-Seven

The Secret to All Made Men



I love you. Those three little words Vincent had told her hadn’t left her since he had spoken them. It was the most unexpected thing. Vincent Vitale was not a man born to love. He had told her not to say it back, and she hadn’t because her body, mind, and heart were torn on how to feel about him.