Cha Young Vincenzo Novels & Stories

“Good morning our wonderful viewers, today is such a beautiful morning. This is TV X and we have some exclusive news that will excite everyone.” “We know that everyone has been asking themselves about this mysterious young master called Lucien Hart. He is probably the youngest alpha in the history to take over such a huge pack and he is also the youngest CEO of Hart empire and his wealth and power cannot be rivaled.” The TV host stated, and it immediately attracted my attention after hearing Lucien's name. I raised the volume and listened intently.

He was known as the devil because he was the devil in the literal meaning. He is a terrifying and dangerous person. This guy is cruel in every possible way. Vincenzo Cassano is the youngest Capo of the La Cosa Nostra, the Italian famiglia. He was the youngest Capo in Italy’s history. He attained the position when he was just ten. Fear coursed through me. I have never been this afraid before. Vincenzo scares the living daylight out of me and he is not someone I want to cross. “You can start breathing.” He said.

Vincenzo ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Vincenzo Capone - Fifteen Years Old. "Come here," Mom said, pulling me in and showering my face with sweet kisses.

Her mischievous grin still, she sipped her drink again. “So what's Vincenzo to you?” “A piece of the cake, his Dad is the real cake,” “Oh! Really?” “Yeah,” “So….am I also a piece of cake to you?....” “Of course not, you always make time for me, and Vincenzo is always busy with the Dante affairs, I'll pick you over him anytime any day,” and that was the end of the video. [That's the girl you almost lost your life for]

Vincenzo yelled punching him. “No! No! I will speak!” He yelled. “Great. I’m listening.” Vincenzo sat down on the chair facing him. “Violet isn’t American. Her last name isn’t Anderson.” “Yes she is. I know her since we were babies.” I snapped. “Her name is Valeria Siankovski. Valeria Violet Siankovski. She is Russian. She’s the daughter of Konstantin Siankovski.” He added. “What the fuck are you talking about? Konstantin Siankovski died a long time ago. He doesn’t have any children.” Gio said.

"That man is Vincenzo's older brother, Chaim." Noah frowned. "Since Vincenzo is a jewelry dealer, it means that he is quite rich. Why is his brother still working for Andrew?" Sawyer said, "Chaim and Vincenzo are half-blooded. Chaim was born by his father and the previous woman. Vincenzo became a jewelry dealer because of his maternal grandfather and uncle's family." "Vincenzo's mother is a mistress?" "No, but Vincenzo's mother and Chaim's mother were best friends."

his voice dripping with sarcasm. I smirked. There was a brief silence. Then I saw them walking out. Now it was just Alessio and Vince. “You have 10 seconds to tell me why you made me order my boys out.” Vince chuckled. “You sent a note.” “What note?” “Itsy bitsy mynie moo…… ring a bell?” Alessio let out a little laugh. “So you are here in place of that Coglione, Dante.” “Well, if you saw him alive, let me know.” Vince responded.

Rico’s posture stiffened, shoulders squaring. “What did he say to you?” Zayne asked. “He was… polite,” I said. “Introduced himself. Said I looked familiar.” Rico cursed softly under his breath. “I didn’t recognize him,” I added quickly. “Not really. I just knew who he was because of his name and similar appearance. He’s Vincenzo’s son.” Zayne watched me closely now, every trace of laziness gone. “Did he ask questions?” “No,” I said. “That’s what bothered me. He didn’t need to.”

Alex's mother, in the front row, her hands folded, her face turned toward the fountain. Vincenzo was waiting at the center of the circle. His suit was black, his hair damp from the rain, his hands clasped in front of him. He looked younger than Alex remembered, or maybe it was the light, the way it caught his face, the way it softened the lines that had been carved there by years of things he hadn't chosen. Alex walked toward him. The grass was wet under his shoes, the roses brushing against his legs, the water soaking through the fabric of his pants. He didn't care.