Vincent’s day had been made. He had gotten to piss on David’s motherfucking grave. Not only that, but he finally had woken up beside Lake’s warm, naked body that morning, and his balls were a lesser shade of blue.
He jumped off the elevator, contemplating how to tell her she no longer worked downstairs. He had planned to tell her the night before, but the fight with David and sexual frustration between them had put that on a back burner. He had been saving it for the morning, but a phone call from Dante telling him to get the fuck in his office had kept him from sharing.
Pulling out his card, he remembered the way she had looked at the bottom of his bed, naked in only her lace, thigh-high stockings and high heels. It can wait twenty more minutes.
He slid the card in, unlocking the door, his need of wanting her outweighing telling her about how he had paid off her debt. Something told him it was going to probably cause an argument between them. He was positive Lake would tell him she couldn’t let him do something that crazy. Not that it mattered, because what was done was done. And no fucking way is she wearing my outfits in front of other men anymore.
Vincent was calling her sexy lingerie outfits his because the only times she was going to be wearing them from then on were in his apartment. The fucking bad part about it was he was going to have to play nice to Sadie because he planned to give her his card to fill his closet full of those outfits. He also planned for those ‘working girl only’ waxes to be available to Lake. Whoever the hell was waxing Lake was the fucking wax master with the magic touch.
Opening the door, he expected to see Lake downstairs. Maybe she’s still in bed. I bet she finally found the bathroom … Several dirty thoughts swirled in his mind when he found she wasn’t on the bed, and he headed for the bathroom. Today is a great fucking day.
Vincent’s sexual fantasies popped like a balloon when she wasn’t in there taking a bath like he had imagined. He felt like all his hopes and dreams had died in an instant. He knew she could only be at one place in the hotel, and he certainly wasn’t fucking happy about it.
Heading back to the elevator and putting in the code to the basement, he hoped Sadie had kept her big fucking mouth closed. He freaked out on the close button, trying to get it to hurry up. Fuck, hurry! He already knew he was going to have to sew Sadie’s mouth shut.
Once in the basement club, Vincent quickly moved through the bodies and into the dressing room, going straight to Lake’s dressing table and finding it empty, just like his apartment.
A hand ran up his back and squeezed his shoulder. “She’s not here anymore and I know she didn’t take care of your dick, but I can help out with that.”
He looked over to see Kim in nothing but pink panties. His hand reached out to grab her throat, giving it a firm squeeze.
“What did you fucking say to her?” His voice was lethal.
Kim grabbed at his wrist, trying to get more room to breathe and talk. “Nothing! I just saw her talking to Sadie, and then she stormed out.”
“You touch me again, slut, and you won’t get paid to fuck the highest-paying, dirtiest men in a clean room with a guard. You won’t even be one of the girls who fuck them in the hotel rooms. Your ass will be on the street corner, fucking the cheapest men, going to their nasty motel rooms and wondering if you’re going to be alive to walk back out that door. Do you understand me?” He squeezed her throat a little tighter.
Kim viciously nodded the best she could as Sadie came up beside them.
Vincent finally let go. “And stay the fuck away from Lake.”
Kim grabbed her throat, gasping for air as she looked at Sadie for her to do something.
Sadie crossed her arms and tapped her pump on the floor. “I don’t know what makes you think I give a shit, bitch. You’re lucky I didn’t get to you first. I don’t have to know what you did to know you deserved more than that. Now get the fuck out of my face.”
Vincent looked at Sadie. Why does ninety-eight percent of me fucking hate her guts, but the other two percent likes her at the same time? Because she was a fucking psychotic bitch, and he could relate.
“You told her, didn’t you?” he asked her.
“Yes, I fucking did when you neglected to tell her that her debt was paid.”
One percent.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her you paid it off, playboy.”
His eyebrow rose. “I never told you I did.”
“Do I look like a stupid bitch to you?” She began tapping her heel again.
He wasn’t going to answer that. “Where did she go?”
“I don’t know. She just fucking ran out of here when I told her you made me promise not to tell. I’m not having Lake mad at me because you didn’t have the balls—”
Vincent started running for the door.
“Really? You bitches need to learn some manners!” Sadie yelled at him.
Running through the crowd, he quickly came up to the elevator and hit the up button. Fuck-fuck-fuck, hurry up!
His gut knew exactly where she had gone, because Lake was fucking crazy enough to do it. Finally, the elevator door opened, and he punched in the code to take him to the top.
Face Dante Caruso once, God help you.
Face Dante Caruso twice, may He open the gates for you.
Chapter Forty-Three
Run
Lake licked her very dry lips as her knuckles landed on the black door.
“Come in,” a dark voice sounded on the other side of the door.
Walking into the dark room, she noticed Mr. Vitale pouring two glasses of whiskey while Dante sat in his throne.