Keep Me (The Lucky Family Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  "Okay!" Bethany exclaimed as she scooched off her seat.

  "Wait, ladies!" The server came running up to us with a tray of refills. "Here are some fresh ones," he handed us the drinks and then took our old glasses.

  Annabeth led us to the middle of the floor and started to sway her hips. Bethany and I followed her lead and started dancing on each other. The music was very loud so it was impossible to hear what anyone had to say unless you got very close to them.

  But that's okay, I don't want to talk. I want to lose myself for at least tonight. Tonight, I don't want to think about how mad I am at myself for tormenting both Vincent and myself.

  We danced for about three songs by ourselves and then a group of three men came up and started to dance with us. They were pretty cute. Not Italian I could tell, but still had a dark look about them... I humored them and danced with the one that paid attention to me.

  "What's your name?" He asked in my ear as he put his arms around my waist to get close to me. I smelled the bourbon on his breath as it cascaded down my cheek. For just meeting, he sure is friendly.

  I didn't want to tell him my real name. What if this is one of those spy games? I racked my head to come up with an alter ego. After looking around the bar hoping to find a name, I decided on: "Octlyn." Its a completely made up name and I knew that if he were to try to Facebook stalk me, he would never be able to find me. So I told him that was my name.

  "I am Jack. Its nice to meet you," he got really snugly with my back as we were facing our fronts.

  We danced for about two songs. Even though he was cute, I couldn't stop thinking about Vincent. He was on my mind and I craved his touch. I was wishing so hard that he would just come up and hold me, but I thought it was a good idea to break up. Holy crap, am I ever regretting that decision.

  I peeled Jack's arms off of my waist and headed towards Annabeth and Bethany who are wrapped in a dirty dance with men. Jack kept calling my name but I totally ignored him. The girls were in the middle dancing with their spouses, and I really felt alone. I turned away from them and felt someone tap my shoulder once I got up to the bar.

  "You know you are making him really mad," I turned and faced Vinny. "Vincent is trying really hard to give you space but do you honestly need to be dancing with a lackey? When are you going to realize that he is insane for you?"

  * Vincent

  Watching Savannah dance with a prospect was murder. We were all sitting in the office space discussing who should sell which bar and how much we were going to get out of it. No matter how many times I told myself to focus, I couldn't stop looking at her.

  I seen Savannah the moment she arrived. Her blonde hair flew around her as she danced with him. I was happy that Vinny was there because he always knew how to calm me down. This would be child's play if I were to just shoot him and burying his body which wouldn't take much at all. However, the boss doesn't want too much blood on our hands and killing a prospect will be bad for business.

  This whole "on a break" business is just her way of hurting me. I doubt she is even aware of how much it hurts to smell her shampoo and watch her walk around my house when she thinks that I am gone. I don't really leave my house. I have become very reclusive and I hope that Savannah will come to her senses because I can't take this anymore.

  "Moretti, are you okay?" We both took a sip of scotch and I closed the book.

  "No, I am not. This is like watching Mary all over again. I can't stand that she is dancing with that idiot and I can't touch her because she doesn't know what she wants." My feelings started to surface and I hated it. There was no way I was going to tell them that by her sleeping in my house, I was dying. I knew when she got up and went to bed. Knowing that she was naked in a shower made my dick rock hard and my hands are beginning to cramp.

  Mary used to flaunt the men that she was seeing on the side in front of my face constantly just to hurt me. I would have thought since her father was in the family before he got killed, that she would understand that my life wasn't my own anymore.

  I still remember the conversation we had when we both realized that it was time to break up and get divorced.

  Mary walked into our house and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. I am not stupid and I know she was washing off the man she just slept with. I followed her upstairs and sat on our bed and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.

  I noticed her wedding set on the bathroom counter and I realized that she didn't have it on when have it on when she came into the house. Mary hasn't been wearing the three carat diamond ring lately and I am tired of being made a fool.

  She came out of the shower naked and started towards me. I used to think she was the most beautiful woman ever but now she makes me want to throw up. "Don't," my tone was sharp and she stopped.

  "Babe, what's wrong? Don't you want me to make you feel good?" That fake innocent voice of hers- is not fooling me.

  I threw up a little in my mouth. Sure, I would feel good while we were fucking, but after I would feel dirty. "How many men are you sleeping right now?"

  My question threw her off because she took a step back and then ran to get her bathrobe. Mary walked back in front of me while tying a robe that I have never seen before. There is a gap in her chest area that showcased her boobs to me. "What are you talking about?"

  I looked away from her and pulled a file of photos from my bedside table and threw them on the floor in front of her. "For once, just tell the truth."

  Mary bent down and opened the file while the pictures fell on the ground. "I... um... um... I..."

  There was nothing she could say to get out of this. The pictures are of her and three different men. "You what, Mary?"

  She fell to the ground and cried while sitting back on her heels. I watched as she faked cried and peeked through her fingers at me. Here it comes. "This is all your fault!" I knew she is going to blame me. "If you were to pay attention to me more!"

  I didn't see the point of arguing with her and telling her that she knew all of this from the beginning. "We should just cut our loses."

  Mary stood up and started throwing things which is what she does when she is mad. There is nothing that can be done or said to undo this. We're over.

  "I am going to go talk to her." He left and I seen them talking when he got down stairs.

  I watched from the window and seen Savannah look around. Vinny probably told her that she needs to stop acting like this and now she was looking for me.

  I am right here, baby. Right here whenever you are ready to stop hurting us.

  * Savannah

  I took a long drink from my cup and took a good look around. "He's here? Where is he?" I bobbed and weaved to look over his shoulders to get a look at him.

  "In his office. I wouldn't go to him right now. He is in a meeting." Vinny is normally a happy man but now he is looking at me like I am just an annoying bug who won't die.

  I clinched my cup and wanted it to break. The pain would give me something to focus on if the glass shards were to pierce my skin. If I were to start crying because I feel like a social leper, I could blame it on the cuts. "Meeting? Of course! Now I am reminded on why I am sleeping in a different room than the man that I want to be with. Because he is always in a meeting! Damn it!" I screamed at him and then chugged the rest of my drink. "I am going to get a snack. Tell the girls thanks for me." Vinny opened his mouth but I handed my cup to him and walked to the door before even checking to see if he caught my glass.

  "Wait, where are you going?" Jack stopped me on my way out the door.

  "Going to get something to eat. This has been nice. Nice to have met you," I walked away from him with a purpose and got outside to go to the diner. I wanted food so I could eat my feelings and hope that it makes me feel good. Something greasy and totally bad for me. While I eat it, I hope to feel batter but I know that tomorrow I will wake up feeling like a gluttonous pig.

  He followed me out and kept trying to put his arm around my waist. I d
idn't want him to touch me. That is something that I never did fully understand. Why strangers touch another stranger. I know for a fact that I haven't been giving off any vibes that would even encourage this. Jack must have been getting frustrated with me because I kept bypassing his hold.

  Under his breath he whispered, "Fucking tease."

  This made me very mad. I spun and looked at his face. Well, I didn't just see his face. I realized that Vincent was walking behind us. He turned away probably trying to make it seem like he wasn't following me and then turned back to walk past us.

  My body was straight and I drew strength and courage from the ground as I faced him to let him know what is on my mind. "You know what, Jack? You can go and fuck yourself," I formed a fist and punched him in his chin. My hand hurt and it threw off my balance of favoring my shoulder. Yeah, not a smart move on my part.

  Chapter Eighteen

  He fell to the sidewalk as I walked away. I really wanted to see where Vincent ran off to, but I kept walking away. The diner looked like a beacon with red lights flashing. As I got to the diner doors, Annabeth, Bethany and their guys were already in there. I guess I got my answer, Vincent was sitting with them. I'm pretty sure that he saw me come in but he didn't make it obvious if he did or not.

  I smiled at them as I walked over to sit at the diner's bar. They were Vincent's friends before mine and he deserved to have some alone time without me complicating it. I would totally leave if there was another restaurant that were open right now because I didn't want to create a conflict or anything. I have had enough drama to last me my lifetime.

  The diner is set up like an old one would have been. The colors are red and green with black tiled floors. Each booth is a different size between being circular or square and long or short. The only sitting area that has actual chairs is the bar which is long but wraps around the entire restaurant. Its very neat since it faces the dining area.

  "Hey, come over here!" Bethany stated.

  I scanned the table and seen everyone smiling besides Vincent. He got out of his seat and started to walk away. He didn't have to leave and now I feel even worse.

  "I will see you guys later," he said as he walked to the door. I felt the ice as it projected its cold feeling. The coldness that I felt, made me shiver.

  I don't like him being so... I don't know! I want him to be how he always is with me. "Wait," I was thinking it and I must have said it out loud because Vincent turned around.

  Vincent turned to face me but his face wasn't warm how it always was when he looked at me. He looked as if he were hurting. I am the biggest bitch ever. I hurt this beautiful man and I hurt myself. "What?" The acrimonious tone that he used scared the daylights out of me. No wonder he is feared throughout the underworld. I am petrified of just his voice alone and I miss the doting and piety tone from before. He didn't come any closer to me and I didn't like that. I wanted him to embrace me.

  I needed to fix this somehow. How would I even fix it? I am so worried that I have broke us to the point where glue and tape won't put us back together. "Will you eat with me and then walk me home?" I asked him as I held his gaze. Vincent didn't say anything as he looked over my face and then the group's. I honestly thought he was going to tell me no.

  I swear, you could hear crickets. While he processed what I said, I worried that he would shut me down. How embarrassing would that be? I would just die from mortification. Floor, swallow me whole!

  "Do it, honey!' Annabeth said as she took a drink from her coffee cup and snuggled into a hug. "If you don't, I will kick your ass."

  "Okay, if you insist," he walked past me but didn't touch me. I sat first in the snug booth next to Johnny. "I am trying to give you space but you are making it hard," he whispered in my ear. Vincent's breath was so hot on my cheek that I had to remind myself to breathe.

  "I know you are," the waitress came up to take our orders. "A bacon cheeseburger with fries," I said as I handed her my menu and took a drink of my iced tea. "I am famished, guys!"

  Everyone laughed and I couldn't help but want to touch Vincent especially with invading my nose with his spicy cologne. My hand keeps creeping towards him. Vincent must have noticed what I was doing because I'm failing on being discreet. Or trying to not do, for that matter.

  "You are making it hard for me," he whispers as he brushed my hair out of my face. Where he touched me, my skin tingled and my heart beat jump started. "I am dying to kiss you," I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me. "I have been dying to touch you and hold you for what feels like an eternity." I leaned back against the booth's back and squeezed my eyes tighter. "I need to leave. I can't be this close to you and not touch you or kiss you," he whispered in my ear. I forgot that everyone was there until Vincent stood up. "I will see you tomorrow," he walked away.

  I shot out of my seat and ran as skilled as a slightly intoxicated woman could in high heels. He turned around as I ran into his core. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled his face to mine. "Kiss me, please," I begged. His words sounded so good and I wanted him to keep talking to me.

  "Do it! Or I will kick your ass!" Annabeth hollered.

  With my eyes closed, his mouth met mine with hunger. I hugged him tighter around his neck and pulled him into my embrace so our bodies felt like they molded together. Vincent held me as he possessed my mouth. He led our lip lock but he led it to the point where I am about to go certifiably insane.

  Want and need courses through me.

  I felt the weight of how much I have missed this as it crushed me. "I have missed you," I said in between kisses.

  Vincent kissed me two more times, hard and sexy, before straightening and looking around at everyone. I could only assume that we have attracted an audience. "Not nearly as much as I missed you. Come on, let's get you some food."

  As hungry as I am, food is not something that I want right now. I want to go home and fuck the shit out of Vincent until my body is spent. "Wait, not yet!" I grabbed his arms and snaked them around my waist. With my lips open, I met his tongue in the middle.

  "Hey! Get a room!" Someone yelled.

  Fuck off. Fuck off. I have needs.

  We both laughed as we separated and went to sit down. We both sat really close to each other at the booth but didn't sit close enough to touch. The distance is killing me.

  "So, I take it breaks over?" Johnny asked with a smug look.

  "Um, I don't know." Vincent took a drink of coffee and looked away from.the table. Then with a smile, he turned to look at me. "So how was dancing with Jack?" I just knew he was trying to get me angry.

  "Shut up," my food arrived and I avoided anything more that he said.

  "I think she liked him," Vinny said. I flipped him off with the hand that wasn't using a knife to spread mayonnaise on my burger. He chuckled and threw a fry at me which hit me on the forehead and I glared at him.

  "So, Moretti. Guess what's happening right now?" Johnny asks and then gave Vincent a minute to guess. "Everyone is over at your place. Valerie has something to show you."

  * Vincent

  I am embarrassed to say this, but sitting next to Savannah is torture. Sweet torture.

  Throughout my life in the underworld, I have had to do a lot of violent acts and also had them done back to me. One time, I got stabbed in the side and even that wasn't as torturous as smelling her perfume.

  I could tell that when she came into the diner, that she wanted to leave. Truth be told, I wanted her to leave. Being close to her is like quick sand, the more I struggle to get some distance for my own heart, I sink farther. At least that is how I am feeling around her. No matter how many funerals I have been to, the pain of the loss doesn't come close to this.

  Savannah sat next to me and I wanted to grab her hips and drag her on top of me. One taste and I know I will be a goner. Her lips looked juicy as she begged me to kiss her and my self-control is nonexistent. Kissing is the least of what I want to do to her.

  I have it planned out on how it w
ould go. First, I would throw her juicy ass body onto my bed and then I will chain her to it. Second, I am going to make love to her with my mouth until she begs me to stop. Third: I will flip her ass over and fuck her from behind. I am positive that she will feel a lot better after I screw this craziness out of her.

  Tonight, I need to have her back in our bed. If I don't fall asleep next to that vixen, I will not be held accountable for my actions.

  Chapter Nineteen

  As we walked into the house, I knew instantly what the surprise was. Maybe it was for Vincent, but I knew I wanted one. Inside a box by the door was five puppies. They looked mixed and fluffy, probably lab and husky. Utterly adorable.

  "Oh! Wow! Whose puppies are these?" I asked as I dropped my purse and dropped to the floor to play with the puppies. The chunky one had blue eyes and instantly I fell in love. I picked him up and snuggled it close to me.