Vincent had it all and was never anything less than immaculate. The handsome face, the perfect light blonde hair, and the dreamy baby-blue eyes. He was a god. And the worst part was Vincent knew it.
He turned up the last bit of his sleeve. “You’ve got this all wrong, motherfucker. That’s my sister you’re holding there, and unfortunately, she will be the last girl you’ll be able to hold.”
Lake blinked her eyes a few times. Oh, my fucking Go—
“This bitch isn’t your sister.” The guy holding Lake started to laugh. Looking down at her, he finished, “Looks like you’re mine.”
She watched something change in Vincent’s eyes as he flexed his jaw. “These fuckers are mine; you two get the little shits who brought them here.”
Lake finally noticed the two guys beside Vincent. When they started rolling up their sleeves like Vincent had with smiles on their faces, she came to the understanding that one was scary and gorgeous, while the other was big and frightening.
Again, the girls found themselves being pulled in different directions when their dates tried to grab them back. This is really starting to piss me off!
“Man, I thought you’d never ask,” the gorgeous one said, grabbing Vincent’s shoulder.
“You guys can thank me later for bringing you here,” the big one sneered, making him somehow scarier.
Yep, I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well.