Vincent (Made Men, #2)(80)

“I just thought you would only want to be with someone who had Italian blood, because of the family and their rule of only Italians being made. It was stupid to ask. I mean, we haven’t even been together…” Her voice trailed off before she shut her mouth and turned back on her side.

She shouldn’t have asked him that. He had said he loved her, not that he wanted to marry her. Still, she couldn’t see Vincent with anyone except his own kind for life as the Family was everything to him. He would want his son to be made, if he had any in the future. That’s how the Vitale’s work, and I would taint them.

Vincent turned her back to look at him, clearly understanding where she was going with this. “You do know Nero’s mother wasn’t Italian? The rule of only being Italian has become more lenient in the Family. You used to have to be a hundred percent Italian to be made, but that’s just not realistic anymore. Now you just have to be of Italian descent.”

“Really?” she asked, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal to her.

“Yes.” He kissed her before he rolled her back on her side. “Having the last name Vitale makes you Italian enough.”

Lake smiled at his words as she started to drift off to sleep in his arms, her sleepiness revealing her thoughts. “Don’t leave me in the morning. I hate not waking up beside you.”

He pulled her naked body closer to him. “I won’t, baby. Not anymore.”





Chapter Fifty-One

The Peanut Butter To Her Jelly, The Chip To Her Dip, The Pop To Her Tart



Rolling over when the grogginess of her sleep started to wear off, she ran into a hard body. It was the first time ever she had woken up beside him, proving how far their relationship had come. Lake swallowed the lump in her throat, looking at perfect, sleeping Vincent.

Oh, shit.

Vincent sleepily moved her closer to him by pulling her halfway under his naked body.

She tried to wiggle out from underneath his arm, her thoughts on their relationship too much, but his body had her pinned.

“Go back to sleep,” Vincent grumbled when she didn’t try to give up.

“No, I need”—she strained, trying to push him off her—“to get up.”

He didn’t budge. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!”

“No.”

Lake sighed. “Vincent, I need to see Adalyn and tell her what a terrible best friend I am.”

Leaning up, he looked down at her, still pinning her with his body so she couldn’t get free. “So, you’re a terrible best friend just because you fucked her brother? Twice?”

“Oh, my God.” Lake covered her eyes. Hearing it out loud made it that much worse. Worst best fucking friend ever.

“Shit happens.” He uncovered her eyes, taking her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her. “And, Lake, I didn’t exactly make it easy on you not to fuck me, so blame it on me.”

She stared up at him, wondering how in the world it didn’t faze him that he had slept with his sister’s best friend. “So, you don’t feel bad at all for what happened between us?”

“Am I sorry that I love you and I love fucking you? Fuck no.”

Damn, when you put it like that… Okay, maybe from Vincent’s standpoint it wasn’t that bad, because well, he was Vincent, and the things he did were iffy anyways. Not to mention, he was Adalyn’s brother, and she would always forgive him.

He leaned back down, biting the chubby part of her lip. “We can make it three times real quick.”

“No!” She squeezed herself out from under him as fast as she could before her mind changed. “I’m already going to Hell, and I’d like it if Adalyn wasn’t the one to send me there.”

Vincent grumbled, getting out of bed. “Well, hurry the fuck up and get dressed. I’m not having my sister cock-block me. If I want to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you.”

The fact that his asshole statement turned her on proved she was in too deep with him.

I’m so fucked.

*

“Where’s Adalyn?” Lake asked Vincent’s mother and Adalyn’s father who were sitting in the living room, watching TV.

Carla smiled. “She’s upstairs in her room. It’s good to see you, sweetheart.”

She smiled back, feeling anxious about facing her best friend for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Vincent asked, taking her hand in comfort.

She shook her head, looking at the ground. “No, I should do it alone.”

Heading up the stairs, she heard Carla’s worried tone ask what was wrong.

Vincent plopped down on the couch, putting his feet on the table. “Nothing’s wrong. Lake’s just going to tell her that she’s my girlfriend, and she lives with me.”

She froze when she heard the gasps. Dammit, Vincent! He had no shame.

Making herself go to Adalyn’s door since turning back to face Vincent’s mother was just as scary, she forced herself to knock then go inside.

Adalyn practically screamed then jumped up from her bed, giving Lake a death grip of a hug. “Where the hell have you been!” She slapped at her arm before giving her another hug.

Lake hugged her back one last time, sure their friendship would be over. “Um, I need to tell you something.”