Novel & Cerita Cha Young Vincenzo

6'0 Lorenzo:Younger twin.Fun ,loving and a prankster.His good at hacking.Overproctective of his younger siblings but mostly Alessa.6'0 Vincent:Their Dad.45 years old.Cold, ruthless,mean, unmerciful and current mafia don.Loves all his children but mostly Alessa and also has a soft spot only for her.Would do anything to make Alessa happy and supper overprotective of her.Values family the most

He was older, but still had a certain air about him. "And... Their daughter, Francesca Vicedo Costales," Zacharias Cavanaugh's voice was deeper compared to Lazarus and Law.

I said, smiling at Alessio as he walked out of the car alongside his father. “YOU FUCKING…” “Vadim.” Lucius said, stopping the man. “We are not here to fight or argue, but you have also lost someone and we have come to condemn…” “We came to do nothing,” Alessio said, and I shook my head at the man.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

Vincenzo asked. "Twenty," Vera murmured….. "Shut the fuck up and stop lying," Vincenzo yelled coldly. "I'm eighteen, but I will be nineteen soon," Vera snapped, rolling her eyes. Vincenzo smirked and turned to her…. "I will spare you because you are 18, and you just started your training last year, and you were able to take down one of my best fighters….

he mused, that sly smile playing at his lips. I remained silent, leveling him with a cold stare. "Have you found the man who attacked her?" Vincenzo asked, his interest a little too sharp. He knew something. Maybe not everything. But enough. "Yes. Jun Chen. No known ties to our associates. He’s dead." Vincenzo fell silent, the pause stretching. I emptied my glass, the whiskey burning down my throat. The longer I sat here, the more my irritation grew. He was toying with me, as he always did.

“Although Theodore is indeed the owner of the wine distillery, Vincenzo said he had only visited this place once or twice.” Vincenzo. Vincenzo. Vincenzo. I was getting really tired of hearing that name at this moment. “Tell me the truth,” I said, placing my hand on my hips. "What's really going on between you and Vincenzo?” Chyna fell silent, lowering her gaze to the floor. The sudden change of mood got me taken aback, causing me to stay at her with a surprised face. Even when she had been forced to accompany her husband and another man, she had been not been this depressed before.

For her, chewing was the best way to celebrate her victory over Alistair this morning. However, the peace did not last long. Behind a marble pillar not far from her table, a pair of sharp eyes belonging to a handsome young man with aesthetically messy hair was watching her. Tristan Vance, the twenty-two-year-old final-year university student and crown prince of the Vance clan, stood leaning his broad shoulder against the pillar. A crooked grin curled on his lips as he felt both amused and strangely fond while watching Vivienne’s chubby cheeks puff up every time she stuffed food into her mouth. This chubby girl... she’s truly gluttonous, Tristan thought, an odd sensation stirring inside his c

"Mr Vincenzo is out on a mission, he'll be back by tomorrow morning, hopefully." "Hopefully?" She asked. "Why hopefully?" The young man sighed heavily. "Well, Miss Bred, we aren't sure of his return. The man Mr Vincenzo is going to face isn't just his mother's killer, but Mexico's most infamous Mafia Lord." Freya's heart sank in fear as she listened. Mexico's most infamous gangster? No wonder why Enzo sounded so cold? Because he wasn't sure of his return? "So he sent me here to look after you."

“Were you drinking while driving or something?” The man gave a low chicken-like chuckle, tilting his head. “Don’t you need a gangster to help you take down Killian Black?” Damien froze, his hand tightening around the edge of his crutch. “How… how did you know that?” The stranger smirked. “My name is Vincenzo. We’ll meet again. Right now, we’re causing traffic,and I have a flight to catch.” Before Damien could ask more, Vincenzo winked, slipped into his car, and sped off with a roar of the engine.