Vincent
Made Men # 2
Made Men # 2
By: Sarah Brianne
Releasing March 16, 2015
Young Ink Press
Vincent
knows the glamorous side of the Mafia, being born a soldier.
Lake
lives on the opposite side of the tracks, born the daughter of a soldier.
The
light and dark side of him are at constant war, but he is letting his darkness
reign.
She
is trying to find peace, and she will soon be far enough away to find it.
Discovering
that his boss owns her, showed him how little he knew her.
Knowing
all about him only makes her want to hate him.
I’m a fu**ing made man.
I’m just fu**ing trailer trash.
Lake
closed her eyes at the sound of screeching metal hitting the pavement from the
car’s muffler scraping the road. Her father’s car was an old Cadillac she was
sure dated back to the eighties; it honestly needed work. Total junker.
Her
father somehow managed to keep it working by doing his own repairs on it, using
different parts from various cars and even making some himself. Lake liked to
call it the Frankenlac.
She
thought he would have bought a new car sometime between 1981 and 2014, but
nope. He had better ways to spend his money. Yeah, like betting on a horse or for chips to throw in the middle of a poker
table.
Even
though Lake’s father was a level-twelve gambler on the Richter scale, she
wouldn’t trade him for the world because Lake knew the other side of the coin
all too well.
She
shook her head, unwilling to think about the coming weekend. Most teenagers
would be happy it was Friday, but not her. No, her weekends were nothing except
torturous. Literally.
Her
father finally reached the destination and put the car in park. “All right, kiddo.
Have a good day. I’ll see you Monday.”
Lake
looked away from all the stares outside of the car to meet her father’s smile.
“You, too, Dad. See you Monday.” She had managed to force a smile of her own by
the end of the sentence.
Lake
opened the door and stepped out of the car, grabbing her bag.
“Love
ya, kiddo.”
That
time, Lake didn’t have to force a smile. “Love you, Dad.”
As
she closed the door, another scraping sound occurred. After watching her father
start to drive away, she was finally able to turn around and face the
teenagers’ looks. It honestly wasn’t as bad as it seemed; they always had much
better things to talk about. Not to
mention a short attention span.
See,
Lake wasn’t popular nor was she unpopular; she was just … well, Lake.
Boom!
After
a moment of complete silence, loud laughter filled the air along with some
serious black smoke from her father’s car blowing a gasket. Lake put her head
down and pulled up the hood from her hoodie, trying to conceal her face.
Great. It can’t get any worse, can
it? She started
walking through the parking lot, weaving between the people and cars.
Beginning
to hear loud music come closer, Lake turned her head to see a big, white Jeep
heading her way. She had to jump back to dodge the corner of the vehicle as the
brakes squealed into ‘park’.
Lake
stood in shock from the close call as her heart began to pound. She knew
exactly who was driving before the girl exited the Jeep along with three of her
friends.
Ashley. It was hard for her to even say her
name in her head.
“Oh,
my gosh. I didn’t even see you,” Ashley said sarcastically through her
snickering.
Lake
decided to take the golden opportunity of being able to talk back. She didn’t
get many chances.
“Oh,
my gosh. Really? Maybe you need to get glasses. Quick, how many fingers am I
holding up?” Lake stuck up her middle finger then heard muffled laughs.
Ashley
scowled and spoke as loudly as she could. “Sorry, I don’t speak trailer trash.”
That
right there was how a lot of the world saw Lake—just a piece of trash. Trailer trash, to be exact.
Author Info
Hey! My name is Sarah Brianne and after living for twenty-two years the characters in my head told me enough was enough and I have finally put pen to paper (or is it finger to keyboard?) to tell their stories. Since I was a little girl I have watched every chick flick I could get my hands on, then when I became older I discovered a whole new world of romance novels. To me there is nothing better then a tale of true love and those are the stories that have inspired me to write. Like everything else in my life I have put my own spin on two lovers destined to be together.
Next to my books my prized possession are my two beautiful fur babies, Kalypso and Khaleesi. I know what you’re thinking, do you pack them in your purse? Yep, right next to my kindle.
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