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)
He drove his cock into her spasming pussy faster. “Do you understand me?” he ground out.
“Yes!” Her moans turned into whimpers, wanting him to slow. However, as he came inside her, he kept up his rough rhythm. He started to scare her again, being closer than ever to that very dark side of himself.
She felt like her body had betrayed her, enjoying the roughness of him holding her climax until his had finally reached its end. Her breathing was heavy, and she thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest while he held her there, trying to calm his. She was scared to move or even think, unsure if the good or the bad version of Vincent was holding her.
Vincent let the wall take most of her weight. That way, he could reach up and tug at her hair so she would look at him.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat, frightened to meet his gaze again.
Lake didn’t expect it when she saw watery baby-blue eyes staring down at her. She instantly softened into him again, unable to see him hurt.
“I know I’m sick and fucked-up, but I’m trying so hard to keep that part of me away from you,” he whispered to her hoarsely, holding her tighter to him. “Lake, I love you. You will never understand how much I fucking love you.”
The gentle kiss at her lips combined with his words made her heart ache to the point it brought pain.
I think I am beginning to understand.
* * *
Dante swirled the dark liquid in his glass as he stared at his son Lucca flicking his lighter open then closed. “Please explain to me why the fuck I just scraped one of my men off the floor and how this fucker could have managed to get close enough to possibly kill my daughter.”
The elevator was programmed with two secret codes: one to take you to the casino in the basement and another to take you to the top, which held his office and the rooms for his men. The actual floor buttons didn’t fucking exist, so no one could just press a fucking button and ‘poof’ you’re there.
Lucca continued to flick his lighter as he spoke. “I assume Al thought he could handle it himself since he didn’t alarm anyone else in the security room. By the time anyone else noticed what was going on with his part of the tapes, I had already made it to Nero’s.”
Dante took a drink. Stupid fuck. Al had always been a cocky dick, but he had been one of his best men in the security room, which was why he specifically had watched the elevator and the hallways on the top.
“How did the fucker make it on the elevator?”
“He had a room key, so Joe let him through.”
He had known Lucca’s answer before he had said it, but he had to ask, anyways.
Leaning back in his chair, he looked at his confidant Vinny who hadn’t spoken a word yet, knowing what was on his mind. It was on all of their minds.
“He’s a made man, isn’t he?”
Lucca began to roll the lighter through his fingers. “By the looks of him, yes.”
Fuck. The fucker wasn’t a Caruso, so that meant he belonged to a different family. “This would make it the second fucking time a Luciano has hit me here.”
Vinny finally broke his silence. “Be careful, Dante. We have more to lose this time if a war was to happen.”
Dante slammed his hands down on the table. “He went after my fucking daughter!”
He took a deep breath, calming himself to think about this logically. It had been a long time since his blood family had been attacked, and he was too close to this situation to see it clearly. Regardless, his consigliere was right. Once Dante had become the boss, the family had become richer, more successful. He needed a means to prove the allegations against the Luciano family. If he were to even mention them trying to take a hit on him, it could be grounds for war for tainting their name, a war which could kill his entire family if provoked.
They had been at peace for years, but it was obvious that the Lucianos were becoming angry from not having more. The last war between the families had been brutal before the Lucianos ultimately took a deal to live peacefully with a small portion of Kansas City as their own. When Dante had taken over his part of the city, they had prospered greatly, while the Lucianos had slowly destroyed theirs.
Dante took another drink. “How the fuck am I supposed to prove anything when they’re fucking dead?” He couldn’t prove shit when the Luciano fuckers who walked into his casino hotel turned up dead every time.
Lucca snapped his lighter closed. “He’s not dead.”
“You didn’t fucking kill him this time?”
“No, not yet.” Lucca stood, going to the door.
That certainly changed things. He was going to hold Lucca personally responsible for the night.
“Good, clean up this fucking mess.”
When Lucca nodded as he went out the door, Dante could see he had already planned to do just that. Whatever it was, this wasn’t business to Lucca. It was fucking personal. That shouldn’t have shocked him, considering Maria was his sister, but Lucca wasn’t one to care for anything after learning just how he had that loving could only get you hurt.
He had seen that look on his own face once before. Types of revenge looked different on different people, but there was always one which looked the same.
* * *
Oww…
Waking up the next day, her throat felt sore and Vincent wasn’t beside her, making the feeling worse. As the sleepiness wore off, she remembered him kissing her awake at some point to tell her he had to take care of a few things. Lake understood. She was sure he had to deal with what had happened the day before. The more she thought about it, the happier she was that she was alone.