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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.
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{ excerpt } .
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.
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