Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 104490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Lake took a deep breath. “My mom did, and I need them back, Vincent.”
“Does your dad know?”
She had known that was where he was heading. “Give them back, and I’ll tell you.”
Vincent reached into his pocket and pulled them out for her to see.
“No, he doesn’t know. You’re not going to tell him, are you?”
“I’m thinking about it,” he said coldly.
Lake snatched them from his hand after a small struggle. She swallowed hard when she saw Magical Cupcakes ahead. She seriously thought about asking him to drop her off there, but by the way the car ride was going, she knew he wouldn’t. Therefore, she quickly gave him the rest of the directions to her house which, thankfully, wasn’t much farther away.
As the car settled back into silence, she heard Vincent take a deep breath, which made her turn her head. She could tell he wanted to tell her something, and it was only making her nervous.
“Um, it’s this one on the right,” she instructed, biting her lip.
“Holy shit, you live here? I didn’t know your mom married someone rich,” he said, driving up the long, private driveway.
Unfortunately.
She turned to look at the expensive house, which sat in an exclusive area of town. It was exactly why she didn’t want him to see her mother’s home, because looking at Lake, you wouldn’t have guessed it. To everyone else, she looked poor. Like trailer trash.
She tried to give a fake laugh. “Yep.”
Vincent took another deep breath. “Listen, Lake, I made a mistake last night kissing you.”
Lake’s heart began to beat out of her chest. “Is that why you wanted to take me home?”
When he didn’t respond, she had her answer. Lake could have sworn her heart broke in that moment. Don’t cry in front of him. Don’t cry in front of him.
“Lake, I’m sorr—”
“Don’t be. I’m the one who should be sorry for letting you take my first kiss.” She wanted to make sure he understood what it meant to her.
She was ready to get the fuck out of there so she threw open her door, set to jump out.
“Wait.” Vincent grabbed her arm before she could escape.
Lake stared at his hand around her then glanced up to his eyes, praying he would say something to make it all better.
“You didn’t tell Adalyn, did you?”
If her heart hadn’t been broken before, it officially was right then.
She snatched her arm back from his grasp and kept her gaze steady. “No, because as far as I’m concerned, nothing fucking happened to tell.” Lake got out of the car and slammed the door shut, coming to one conclusion.
Vincent Vitale is dead to me.
Chapter Eight
Run. Run While You Can
“Fuck!” Vincent squeezed the steering wheel as hard as he could to keep reminding himself to stay the hell in the car and not go after her.
When Lake went into the house, he reluctantly started pulling out of the driveway. Something inside of him felt as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was only making mistake after mistake lately, and they all involved Lake.
He didn’t know how the hell this fuck-up had happened. Yes, I do. Lake just had to be shaking her ass. That in turn made him want to fuck her brains out, but he had fought it all until he had found those birth control pills. Then he had been furious.
Should he have been that mad? Probably not. However, it was because he had been jealous that someone could be fucking her instead of him. What? Hell no, I wasn’t!
Moving on.
When he had confronted her about it, she just had to get mad and show him who she really was, which only made his dick harder. So, he had kissed her. And it was a mistake.
He had told her not to move because he had been sure, if she’d touched him, there wasn’t going to be any turning back, and damn if she hadn’t pulled his hair. Hell, he hadn’t even thought she was going to kiss him back, but that little bit of nothing somehow made his dick about to explode.
That’s why I told her to go. And there was his real mistake.
Vincent had made another mistake by calling the girl from Poison to come over, yet he had been going crazy. If someone hadn’t released his tension, he would have gone upstairs and showed Lake how to really fight.
She, of course, had to see the girl leaving. That bothered him, made him mad, and again, he wasn’t sure why. Every girl knew he fucked around, so why did he care if she did?
The way they had bantered during breakfast brought him right back to feeling like he wanted to fuck her. He hadn’t wanted the fun to end; therefore, he had decided to take her home. He had known the car ride was going to be just as entertaining, although he hadn’t thought it was going to be that entertaining. However, all that went down the drain when she said, “When I turn eighteen, they’ll hold no power over me, because I’ll be gone.”
That was when he had understood that whatever was going on between them had to stop. Not only because he knew Lake was different and wouldn’t want to only fuck, but also because she wanted nothing to do with the mob while Vincent wanted everything to do with it. They were on two different planets, in two different galaxies.
So, what did he do again? Yep, he made another blunder by telling Lake it was a mistake kissing her. Oh, the irony. When Vincent had grabbed Lake’s arm, telling her to wait, he had almost, almost tried to fix it somehow. However, seeing the hurt in her eyes, he had known he had to finish it. Vincent was in no way, shape, or form going to become a one-woman man, especially not at the age of eighteen. Not ever.
He felt something beating at his mind, telling him to turn the fuck around. Something didn’t feel right to him. His gut was churning and his mind reeling with what could be wrong.