I woke up the next morning still in Vincent's arms. We made love most of the night. Vincent was still asleep. I laid there just watching him. I thought about what my future would be like with Vincent. I wasn't sure if I was cut out for this type of life. Danger all the time. Watching our backs. Living a life of crime. I just wasn't sure if I could do it or not. I knew out of everything, I felt at home with this family. It's the only real family I have ever known. "Good morning baby girl." I heard him say. "How do you feel?" He asked me. I stretched out and smiled.
"I feel good," I said. He reached down and kissed me. Then he stood up and I just watched his naked body move around.
"Come on baby girl, I have to get back to the house, duty calls." He caught me staring at him. "What are you looking at?" He asked me as he pulled his pants up.
"You," I said. He walked back over to me and came down on top of me and started to kiss me. "If you keep that up were never getting home," I said.
"I don't care." He whispered out.
"But your father will," I said. He took a deep breath and we both stood up. He slapped me on my butt and told me to move it. Over the next few weeks, Vincent and I couldn't get enough of each other. If he wasn't working with his dad. He was with me. It was fun sneaking around. I would sneak into his room and he would sneak into mine. We also spent a lot of nights out at his grandparent's house. We would talk about him fixing it up and I would throw in my ideas. We were getting very close and I was starting to fall for him.
"I don't give a fuck about your issues. We had a deal and if you can't keep up with your side then I'll cut your fucking tongue out." I heard Vincent saying one morning as I was walking by the office. I stopped to listen when I realized the person he was talking to was in the office with him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Bailey. I promise I'll have what you're looking for. I just need some more time." The man pleaded.
"This is your last chance." Vincent Hollard.
"Thank you, sir, I promise you won't be sorry." The man said.
"I know I won't but you will be," Vincent said. That's when I heard some thrashing going on. I pushed the door open to see Vincent beating the crap out of this guy. I made a small noise and everyone in the room turned to look at me. "Get her the fuck out of here!" Vincent snapped. Mickey came over to my side and pulled me away.
"You really shouldn't be here right now Page," Mickey said.
"Is he going to kill him?" I asked Mickey.
"Probably." He said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Page, he is the son of Richard Bailey. No one crosses us and lives to tell about it. I'm surprised if he really lets the guy walk out of here. This is our life Page. If you're going to be here you have to get used to it." Mickey said. "Page I know you and Vincent have a thing. You're going to have to get used to this if you care about him." He said and I knew he was right. "Are you alright out here?" Mickey asked me. "I really need to get back to in there," Mickey said.
"I'm fine Mickey, go ahead," I said. He nodded at me and left me in the living room. I took a seat and stayed quiet. I heard some noise and turned to see Mickey and Drake taking a man out of the house. He was still alive. Vincent came out to me.
"What were you doing Page?' He asked me. I looked up at him.
"Nothing," I said.
"Why were you at the office?" He asked me.
"I have to walk by it when I come out here from my bedroom," I said. I crossed my arms and just looked at him. He took a deep breath.
"I don't want you to see things like that." He said. I came over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I just heard some noises so I peeked in," I said.
"You need to stop being so curious." He said and smiled at me.
"I didn't know you were such a badass. It kind of turned me on." I said to him.
"Baby, you knew exactly who I was when you kissed me." He said. I bit my lip.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" I asked him.
"Why?" He said.
"Because," I said as I started to run my hand down his body till I reached his groin. His eyes closed.
"You're being a bad girl Page." He whispered in my ear. Then he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into the bathroom. He bent me over the sink. "Let me show you what happens to bad girls like you." He said. He then ripped my pants down and found out that I had no underwear on. "Oh baby girl, you really are bad." He growled out. I felt him smack my ass and then heard him taking his pants down. He slammed into me from behind. I gripped the sink. He was moving fast and I was loving every minute of it. He continued to smack my ass every once in a while. He gripped my shoulders and we both came hard. I started to giggle as he pulled out of me. "What's so funny." He said. I turned and smiled at him. He took me in his arms.
"Nothing," I said biting my lip.
"You like that don't you." He said as he started placing kisses on my nose.
"Yes," I said to him. He pulled his pants back up and check out the door for anyone. He then kissed me again and left the bathroom. I locked the door and clean myself up. I was never going to get enough of him. I was hooked on Vincent Baily. The next month things between Vincent and I only intensified. We had both decided it was time to tell Richard how we felt. I wasn't nervous, but I think Vincent was.
"You just let me do all the talking." He said to me as he took my hand and lead me into Richards office. Richard was sitting at his desk. He looked up when we walked in. Vincent still had my hand. "Do you have a moment father?" Vincent asked. He nodded at us both. We took a seat in front of his desk. Then I started to feel nervous. What if he won't like the fact that we are together? I said to myself.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Richard asked as he crossed his arms at us.
"Page and I are together," Vincent just blurted out. I held my breath. He just sat there and looked at us. He then turned his eyes to me. My heart felt like it was pumping out of my chest.
"I already knew this," Richard said. Vincent looked at me.
"How?" I blurted out.
"You know son for a trained killer you're not very sneaky." He said. I had to laugh. Vincent smiled. "I've known for a while I was just waiting to see how long it took you two to tell me," Richard said. "So what are your plans?" He asked us. I looked over at Vincent.
"I plan to be with her," Vincent said.
"Do you love her?" He asked Vincent. We haven't even told each other that and now here we were on the spot. Vincent stayed quiet for a moment.
"Yes father, I love her," Vincent said. I took a deep breath.
"Does she know your plans?" He asked Vincent. I had no idea what Richard was talking about. Vincent turned and looked at me.
"What's he talking about?" I asked Vincent.
"I won't be returning to America," Vincent said.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"I'm an escaped convict Page. I can never go back," He said as he looked back to his father.
"But who will run New York?" I asked.
"I'm not dead princess," Richard spoke up.
"I didn't mean that," I said. Richard just smiled at me. I was at a loss for words. I didn't want to stay in Russia. I wanted to go back to New York and finish school and be near my friends. At that moment I knew there was no way for Vincent to go back home. I took a deep breath.
"It looks like you have a lot to think about Page," Richard said. I nodded at him and stood up. Vincent got up and followed me out. I started to walk off when he grabbed my arm.
"Wait, baby," Vincent said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I said to him. "You knew all the plans I had. I've been talking about them for months. You know I want to finish school. You know what my friends mean to me." I said. He just looked at me.
"Does all that mean more than us?" He asked me. I wasn't prepared for that question.
"Vincent," I said.
"No Page, tell me how you really feel." He said. I took a deep breath. I just couldn't give him an answer at that moment. "You know what Page. Never mind." He said and walked off down the hallway. I was about to say wait, but nothing came out. I just turned and went to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and slide down the back of it. Why was everything in my life so fucked up all the time? Just when I think things are good. They go to shit. Did I love Vincent? Was I prepared to give up my dreams for him? My head was a mess. At that moment all I wanted was to be me. I didn't want any ties. I didn't want any responsibilities. I felt tired and stressed out. I care so much for Vincent. He was my world at that moment and then I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt trapped like I didn't even know who I was. I knew what I had to do. I could never be good for anyone until I started being good to myself.