Novel & Cerita Cha Young Vincenzo

Judging from Vincenzo’s age and comparing it to her mother’s age from her memory, they did not seem like a couple, and her mother definitely did not appear to be older than him. The only possibility was that he was her older brother. Vincenzo was impressed by Ivanka’s words. She was much sharper than the average person. Since she had already guessed it, he had nothing to hide anymore. “Yes, I’m her older brother. By right, you should call me your uncle.” Ivanka was stunned. Uncle? This term sounded very unfamiliar to her. Vincenzo had expanded his casino business to the top of Mirvania with his own two hands.

Vincenzo pulled out his gun, fired a good two shots, killing and injuring the person who hurted Wade. He made a run, a dash, leaping over the metal rail that blocked his way and reached out his arm. He quickly caught the young police chief by the waist, almost mesmerized by his misty blue pupils, and the wet pink lips that his eyes seemed charmed to. His lips moved, incorrigible but Vincenzo thought he heard him say his name, his surname to be exact. "I'm here," Vincenzo murmured softly, pushing away stray hair from his sweaty forehead.

“Those are Vincent’s ice creams. He will get mad if you try to sneak one. I’ll tell you, he knows every single missing ice cream in the fridge.” Chaylen closed the fridge and looked at the two. “You mean that pork and Vincent? He is the man who sounds like a robot, right?” “He sounds like a robot,” Kyle said, sighing, “but when he gets mad, he can fight against Volte’s Five. Instead of eating that, come here and eat what I cooked.” Chaylen glanced at the spaghetti on the table. “Oh? I just noticed that right now. Why did you cook a lot? Whose birthday is it today?”

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

He greeted shakily. " You should sit " Maximo said gently before breathing out smoke. " What is it? " " It's Zainy " " Zainy ? What happened to him? " " Uh... Since three days now, Zainy has disappeared from the face of the Earth " Upon hearing this Maximo stop smoking. He pulled away his cigarettes and dropped it on the it's rightful place. Zainy is the New York Mafia Boss and he has been maximo's friends for years.

Vincenzo gave the priest who still stood waiting for them to kiss and he took it as a cue to leave the ballroom. He had had encounters with the Mafia don before, he had seen what happened to those who disobeyed him, he had seen how deep his ruthlessness was. Staying out of his trouble was what he was sure would keep him and the others members of his cathedral safe. When he left, Eleanorah found herself thrown into the memories of the night she had dreaded. The night that was soon becoming her nightmares whenever she heard about the don nor saw his face. He must be handsome, she could tell from some parts of his face that she had seen beneath the hat he wore and had worn the other night.she c

He walked around his desk, stopping in front of Domenico. "Thank you, father," Vincent and Gio said at the same time as Domenico stood before saying, "thank you, Uncle, that means the world to me." "Your father would be proud of you, Nipote," Francesco said, placing a hand on each of his shoulders. Domenico's father was Francesco's younger brother and he was his consigliere or advisor. He was killed during an attack when Domenico was five. With his mother having died during childbirth, Vincent's parents had taken him in and raised him as if he was their own. Vincent and his two blood brothers never looked at him as anything but a brother. Even if they hadn't had some of the same blood, they

I asked Gerardo to gather his most trusted men and that came up to five people; himself, Dangelo, a woman called Mafalda and his two other sons whom I've never met. The other two sons were away on business when I arrived yesterday, however I am still yet to meet them formally. Vincenzo was obviously the eldest. His hair is dark and his eyes are grey and his features were both sharp and soft. The other son, Angelo is an exact replica of Dangelo, seeing as they are twins. Angelo however kept his hair short unlike the other two brothers. The five of them wait for me to start explaining why I gathered them here. "I need to go back to America." I finally said.

Vincenzo had just turned 18 when I first met him. He was the youngest son of the Corleone famiglia, often overlooked and even ostracized by his uncles. The former Don Corleone wanted Vincenzo to marry the daughter of another Illyian mafia famiglia to strengthen their alliances. But he rebelled and ran away from the famiglia to come to Nowork. There, he found me, someone who had already made a name for herself in the underworld then.

He's more interested to watch the woman who's wearing a black tutu dress than listening to his cousin. "You hate introducing yourself to a woman, and she's the first one on the list my man" Calcifer points out "She's the youngest daughter of Mr. Romano Zeneca. Seize it as a chance, make a deal to that old man, Vicenzo" Calcifer added when he didn't get any entertaining replied from Vicenzo. Vicenzo went serious when he heard what Calcifer suggested and slowly a smirked form on his lips while making a cunning plan inside his head.