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Amara blurted out. “I forgive you, I get it well actually I don't because I'm not rich but I can take a guess. Also who's Vincent is he real or made up?" I asked. “He's real and he's my older and much more favourable brother, he's still in Italy though. Sadly Luciano was the brother who decided to come back."

Chapter 8. — Once upon a time, Mr. Vacchiano's downfall… For Veronica Vacchiano The nostalgic moment between Aunt Marie and me had been left behind, giving way to one of the reasons that made me return to North America. The time had come for the downfall of Francesco Vachianno and his heir. In other words, I would get revenge on them for all the suffering they had caused me 15 years ago. Father and son would lose what they loved most in the world.

Tricia's statement render me speechless. I still. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso is bad news, everyone steer clear from him, I've heard so much about him but never see him. it was said he start killing at a young age, he is the man parents warn their kids of before going to bed. He is a nightmare.

“Then let’s get to the bottom of this!” No! This wasn't happening to me! I could see everything I had carefully held together slipping like sand through my fingers. Because whenever Vincenzo became like this, when he wielded his authority, there was no simple deflecting him. “That boy is around seventeen months old.” Vincenzo continued formally. “Which means he was born about seven months after you left me.”

I could see it in the way he kept glancing at my face, like he was checking that I was still here. “And his name?” he asked quietly. “Which did you choose eventually?” I looked down at the tiny boy in my arms. The two of us have been talking about names for months, but Marcel had shocked me when he told me that I got the final call a while before I gave birth. I thought of everything that had happened. The pride. The blood. The cost of ego. The mistakes of fathers. “Leonardo,” I said softly. “I think that it would suit him well. A strong name, and it would be one that carries his strength as a leader.”

That night, the city lights glittered in the distance. In the middle of the bustling club where music was still pounding, a young man with sharp features and an elegant appearance held Olivia’s unconscious body in his arms. He was around twenty-four years old, with a cold yet piercing gaze. He was Young Master Ricky Zayden Mascherano, the second son of the powerful Zayden family, widely influential in America. Ricky didn’t actually know Olivia. All he knew was that the teenage girl looked far too young and clearly had no business being in such a place. Without hesitation, he carried her through the crowd. Some people stared in surprise, but no one dared to block his way.

His left eye supposed to be there but Vincenzo is the reason he has only one eye "You will pay for this brother", Marcelo swore

Luca and I both fell silent at the same time. Vincenzo’s lips curved faintly. “You’re too kind,” he said easily. “I’m not that young, honestly. Thirty three this year. Sixteen years older than Luca.” He glanced toward my brother. “Not old, but definitely not his peer either.” Heat rushed to my ears for absolutely no reason. I stared at the floor. Of course Luca noticed. He watched me for a second before turning back to Vincenzo. “Vincenzo,” he said slowly, testing the name.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.