Cha Young Vincenzo Novels & Stories

He sighed after entering his room after another rough day. This included eliminating a few people who were just ugly to deal with. It wasn't really hard for him to kill anyone as it came naturally. He was pushed into this world reluctantly. His name was enough to fill people with terror and make them shudder with fear. Vincenzo is what he was known as; the leader of the Italian Mafia.

He stopped right in front of me, towering over me like a god. “Run.” I blurted out, my throat tightened and my tongue twisted to the wall of my mouth. “Yes. You run.” He leaned forward, our faces inches away. It was unfair for God to give such a dangerous man like Vincenzo De Luca a face card that can never be declined. I had thought he would turn out to be a man with a scarred face and a height of 6 '9, but I was entirely wrong. Vincenzo is taller than I was and if my calculation wasn’t wrong, he had a height of 6 '4 with a sharp impeccable jawline. He had smooth, black hair combed back, held in place with probably mousse.

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

Vince offered, trying again to feed him. "No! Don't touch it!" Choco slapped his hands off. Vince collapsed back on his chair defeated. "Aunt Valentina, I give you leave to adopt them." He said to Valentina, shaking his head. He heard a quiet chuckle and he looked to see. A freckled faced girl, two seats from him, looked on at Choco with a fond smile. His eyes latched unto her, one word echoed in his soul. "Mate." He looked away quickly. What? How come?

Lina didn't know what Renzo's response was, but from Vince's expression, it was something bad. “I'm not going to be absent, Scarpinato. And I hope that's not a threat. You are nobody.” “I'm the future Don of the Camorra!” He snapped and Vince raised his eyebrow. “Oh, really?” he let out a chuckle. “Do you have any kind of training?” “Enough!” Renzo replied, grinding his teeth. “And Lina is my cousin's heir! It's only right that she and I get married!” Vince clicked his tongue.

"Lil, you should listen to understand." "You know I do not think of you as a totally changed man and you taunt me with the question? Well, you'd want to hear me_" "That's enough. I want anything but a fight with you." Vincenzo had taken himself gracefully to the head of the table where he usually sat in majesty as he engaged his daughter casually in the conversation. He seemed bored while Lila had only begun to puff in exasperation. The servant who was to attend to him pulled his chair for him and he nodded. Was that a sign of appreciation to the servant?

"Make her cry, make it hurt. Show her what pain she gave to Avery." "Sure, I will take care of this here. You should go upstairs to her, she must be worried." Vincenzo said smiling. He is one of the very best and valuable friends Riccardo could make. Vincenzo is originally a lawyer but before that he used to work as an intelligence agent for a mafia gang. Ricardo once saved his life and took him in. Since then he has sworn his loyalty to him and even gained Riccardo's trust.

Vincenzo sat behind his desk, he opened his laptop and went to his mail. He had just received a mail from Lucas, regarding his parents killer. Vincenzo opened the mail. Reading it slowly as he took in ever detail from the content written on each page, memorizing each and every word. His eyebrow frowned when he saw something. Blackcherry. How did the killer know about Blackcherry? Blackcherry is a family hotel. Vincenzo mother was the one who opened it, she named it after her Favourite fruit and superhero. And only a family member has access to some certain parts of the hotel, like the VIP area’s.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

Vincenzo said with his deep velvet voice, authority lacing his every word. Vince was a head taller than the guy, he had dark brown hair and an equally brown eyes giving him an innocent look. From his accent I could tell he was Italian. He nodded his head reluctantly, he glanced at me and threw me a cheeky smile mouthing 'talk to you later' before heading towards the door. Once he was out of sight, I asked. "Who is he?" I opened the tub of ice cream and took a spoon. I moaned in satisfaction.