“Thank you.”
“Maria, when are you going to learn that people don’t like to hug?” a younger male voice said.
“Sorry, I’ve been trying to work on it.” Maria pulled away.
Lake laughed. “No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t stop being nice.”
Everyone went quiet around her and started to stare.
The young male’s voice returned. “Did she say nice? No one has ever called a Ca—”
Maria hit his shoulder. “This is my youngest brother, Leo, who likes giving me a hard time.”
Leo held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Lake.”
Who the hell did these people descend from?
The dirty-blonde boy was already a charmer and way too good-looking for his age. She figured he was early in his high school years, but he was definitely much better-looking than the seniors in her school.
Lake shook his hand back. “Nice to meet you, too, Leo.”
They all quickly sat back down as the second ceremony started to begin. Lake was relieved by the distraction, because she didn’t understand what she had said to make everyone gawk at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lake thought someone was still staring at her. Stupidly, she looked at the row behind her to see a man she really wished she hadn’t.
Her head snapped forward as chills ran down her spine. Fuck-fuck-fuck that guy. She didn’t know who he was, nor did she ever want to know. Lake was going to keep her head forward; under no circumstance did she ever want to see his crazy eyes again. Surprisingly, she didn’t dare look back throughout the whole beginning of the ceremony.
“I need to run to the restroom,” Maria whispered in Adalyn and Lake’s direction.
As Lake turned her legs with Adalyn’s for her to pass, she saw Maria turn around then whisper to the guy behind her, and damn if it wasn’t the guy who scared her shitless.
As Maria stood up and began to quietly squeeze through, Lake watched two guys start to follow behind. One of them was the scary guy who was staring at her.
Oh, my God, does Maria seriously have bodyguards?
Lake was honestly starting to feel like she was missing something, so she thought carefully about whether a girl really needed a bodyguard.
Pssht! No, that’s crazy. I bet they won’t even come back with her.
If they did, that meant they were her bodyguards. But they’re not .
That thought didn’t stop Lake from sitting on the edge of her seat and staring down at the door Maria had just walked out.
Chapter Thirteen
The Mob Princess of Kansas City
Opening her small envelope purse, she grabbed her favorite Angel lipstick tube from the bottom. Looking in the mirror, she swiped it over her plump lips then rubbed them together. Happy with the results, she put the tube back in her purse.
She started to run her fingers through her curls, giving her legs more time to stretch. I’m sure he wants to finish his cigarette, anyways. She laughed, thinking about how he’d had it halfway lit before he had walked out the door.
Fiddling for another minute, she decided it was time to go out before the other one knocked down the girl’s bathroom door.
She grabbed her purse then put one pump in front of the other and swung open the door.
“Shit! Goddamn—” The cursing from the deep voice trailed off as the man started mumbling to himself.
She quickly dropped her purse and touched a man’s arm which was raised, his hand holding the side of his face. “I am so sorry. Are you okay? I completely forgot those doors fly open like that.”
Hearing the muffled laughter, she shooed her watchdog away to go laugh somewhere else.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said it like he was trying to shoo her away, as well.
Dang, I hit him really hard .
“Are you sure you’re okay? Here, let me see.” She grabbed his wrist with her other hand so she could assess the damage she had done to his face.
“I said—” he began harshly as he dropped his hand from his face to look at who had almost knocked his brains out. Looking at
“Maria, when are you going to learn that people don’t like to hug?” a younger male voice said.
“Sorry, I’ve been trying to work on it.” Maria pulled away.
Lake laughed. “No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t stop being nice.”
Everyone went quiet around her and started to stare.
The young male’s voice returned. “Did she say nice? No one has ever called a Ca—”
Maria hit his shoulder. “This is my youngest brother, Leo, who likes giving me a hard time.”
Leo held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Lake.”
Who the hell did these people descend from?
The dirty-blonde boy was already a charmer and way too good-looking for his age. She figured he was early in his high school years, but he was definitely much better-looking than the seniors in her school.
Lake shook his hand back. “Nice to meet you, too, Leo.”
They all quickly sat back down as the second ceremony started to begin. Lake was relieved by the distraction, because she didn’t understand what she had said to make everyone gawk at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lake thought someone was still staring at her. Stupidly, she looked at the row behind her to see a man she really wished she hadn’t.
Her head snapped forward as chills ran down her spine. Fuck-fuck-fuck that guy. She didn’t know who he was, nor did she ever want to know. Lake was going to keep her head forward; under no circumstance did she ever want to see his crazy eyes again. Surprisingly, she didn’t dare look back throughout the whole beginning of the ceremony.
“I need to run to the restroom,” Maria whispered in Adalyn and Lake’s direction.
As Lake turned her legs with Adalyn’s for her to pass, she saw Maria turn around then whisper to the guy behind her, and damn if it wasn’t the guy who scared her shitless.
As Maria stood up and began to quietly squeeze through, Lake watched two guys start to follow behind. One of them was the scary guy who was staring at her.
Oh, my God, does Maria seriously have bodyguards?
Lake was honestly starting to feel like she was missing something, so she thought carefully about whether a girl really needed a bodyguard.
Pssht! No, that’s crazy. I bet they won’t even come back with her.
If they did, that meant they were her bodyguards. But they’re not .
That thought didn’t stop Lake from sitting on the edge of her seat and staring down at the door Maria had just walked out.
Chapter Thirteen
The Mob Princess of Kansas City
Opening her small envelope purse, she grabbed her favorite Angel lipstick tube from the bottom. Looking in the mirror, she swiped it over her plump lips then rubbed them together. Happy with the results, she put the tube back in her purse.
She started to run her fingers through her curls, giving her legs more time to stretch. I’m sure he wants to finish his cigarette, anyways. She laughed, thinking about how he’d had it halfway lit before he had walked out the door.
Fiddling for another minute, she decided it was time to go out before the other one knocked down the girl’s bathroom door.
She grabbed her purse then put one pump in front of the other and swung open the door.
“Shit! Goddamn—” The cursing from the deep voice trailed off as the man started mumbling to himself.
She quickly dropped her purse and touched a man’s arm which was raised, his hand holding the side of his face. “I am so sorry. Are you okay? I completely forgot those doors fly open like that.”
Hearing the muffled laughter, she shooed her watchdog away to go laugh somewhere else.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said it like he was trying to shoo her away, as well.
Dang, I hit him really hard .
“Are you sure you’re okay? Here, let me see.” She grabbed his wrist with her other hand so she could assess the damage she had done to his face.
“I said—” he began harshly as he dropped his hand from his face to look at who had almost knocked his brains out. Looking at
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