Novel & Cerita Cha Young Vincenzo

"Did you happen to found out the real deal with him and the meeting?, any thing at all?" Zach asked, Phil shook his head saying no " He just sent the message earlier through that dumb headed guy called his assistant" Phil said making Zach to chuckle. Phil has always hated the man's assistant, deeming the assistant stupid for working for a dick because Vince the Aston's assistance was his classmate but later in life after their graduation, he found out that the guy has become Lord Aston's assistance just like Max is Zach's assistance but Max is way more intelligent, skilled and deadly.

Gracelyn’s POV I smiled at my best friend Jessica and sipped my coffee. “Grace, look at this.” I looked at her laptop and smiled. “Um, I don’t want to be a model.” She smiled and said, “Not that. Him.” I looked at the guy and said, “Oh, I want him.” He looked like an angel. She said, “That is Grey Vincenzo. His father died, so he inherited the company. Damian works with him as his Vice President.”

"Kylian was subtle." Shaking my head, I look back at Vincenzo. His eyes connect with mine. "This individual," he looks away, voice carrying that faint DeLuca arrogance, "has made waves in the underworld and tonight, we are privileged to witness them in our midst for the very first time." 'The very first time'. That narrows it down to Del Inferno and me. "I invite us to revel in the presence of the one who commands respect in our world, the one who bends loyalty and fear to his will, the one whose name alone keeps rivals awake at night—"

Aldo I don't think that tonight I've spent two hours of my time just to entertain the girl who is currently annoying in front of me. Actually, it can't be said to be entertaining because I just sat there, still with my eyes glaring at the television. While watching a k-drama series called Vincenzo Cassano. Ahh, I don't know if that's the title or something. However, that was the name of the main character. The great mafia from Italy. Yes, take a guess if you want to guess. I—Aldo—a perfect person said to sit and watch this stupid movie? No, it's not that I don't like k-drama series. However, I'm really going to curse that handsome widower because of Cecil. This fox girl had not stopped shout

A man in a crisp black affluent suit stood above me, with a business smile hanging on his otherwise crafty face. Vincenzo Volonte. The Big V. “This is Vincenzo Volonte, Mr. Giannini’s Personal Assistant. You must be Ms. Astor.” The prominent Italian accent and piercing-eagle inspection still me in front of his extended hand. Personal Assistant, huh?

After I calmed down, the first thing I did was send the diagnosis report to Vincenzo. If only to give our eight-year relationship some kind of closure. I knew what Chloe and her brother meant to Vincenzo. When Vincenzo was a child, his father was killed in a gang war, and his mother had a mental breakdown. The neighboring Rossi family took Vincenzo in after he was orphaned. Marco, a few years older, was the big brother he had trusted since childhood.

Riki poked me back. "Actually, the relevant quote is: 'I am Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez, Chief metallurgist to King Charles V of Spain. And I'm at your service'," Vincent regaled us with his movie trivia. "He later reveals that he was born Tak-ne in Egypt in the 9th century BCE. Also, his Spanish name makes no sense - he has one too many surnames." "Agent Loire, I am beginning to find intelligent men to be attractive," Charlotte said.

Men who lit flames to erase records. Giorgio had been sixteen. Barely on the cusp of his own inheritance, still too young to command respect outside his father’s name—but old enough to see what cruelty looked like. He’d arrived after the fire had burned through the chapel’s west wing. The priest who had called in the favor trembled as he led Giorgio through the soot and smoke to a cracked marble corridor, where only one child had refused to leave. Vincenzo sat on a broken bench, the hem of his sweater tied with wire, eyes hollow—but alert. He wasn’t crying. He was counting—whispers under his breath, lips forming numbers Giorgio didn’t understand.

" The words seemed heavy in his mouth for some reason. He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I had to let go of my dreams. So Vincenzo was sent to school, taken care of, and eventually made into my dad's consigliere at the remarkable age of 20." "Wow..." Rebecca said softly. "So Vincenzo is closer to you because you let go of something so important for his sake." "Well, that and Chase didn't want us to take him in. He didn't like him," Diego explained. "He was just a kid though, who could blame him?"

So, I waited. My arms tightened around the coat pulled snug across my ribs, more out of nerves than cold. I told myself it was just another errand, just another outing, just going to church. Movement caught my eye. Vincenzo stood in the grass, sleeves rolled to his forearms, tie hanging loose, the collar of his dark shirt open. He looked nothing like the Don he was... just a young father in the grass. He crouched down, blowing loud raspberries against his daughter’s belly.