Dead Plate Vincent X Rody Novels & Stories

Vincent groaned as he got up from the ground. He dusted his pants and smiled again, narrowly avoiding another incoming assault. Then, Cohen retreated into the cabin. Vincent Hale, the second-in-command of the fifth battalion who was supposed to be dead over a decade ago after Mira killed him except that he was right here as healthy as the horses. Wrong species, but everyone understood.

KADE'S POV And I sat behind the sedan next to a man who was supposed to be dead and tried to process what I was seeing. Vincent Statham seemed older than the photographs I had seen in Summer’s files. Gray hair when there had been brown. Deep lines shadowed his eyes and mouth. But his posture was straight. Military. And his eyes were sharp and cold and staring at me with an intensity that started every instinct I had screaming warnings. "You should not be here." I said. I kept my hand on the door handle. “You’re dead you are supposed to be dead.’l”

"Richard sent us something. Before he died." "How? He was in prison." "Lawyers can arrange anything if you pay them enough." We took the USB drive to Vincent's house. His computer had better security than ours. Vincent inserted the drive. A video file appeared. I clicked play. Richard's face filled the screen. Gaunt. Gray. Dying. "Hello, Evelyn. Hello, Benjamin. If you are watching this, I am dead. Good. I deserve death. But before I go, I need to tell you something. Something I never told anyone."

His eyes reddened. “Shut… up…” he forced out through clenched teeth. “Don’t worry! She can take it! You can play however you want—” Vincent kept babbling. “I said shut up!!!” Don Corleone’s foot slammed hard into Vincent’s chest. “Crack!” The sound of ribs breaking rang out clearly. Vincent didn’t even have time to scream. His body flew backward like a torn sack, smashing into the wall several meters away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, motionless.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

As I was about to figure out what to tell her, a man walked in. "Hey, Hunny." He turned, throwing a glance at me. "We have a guest?" Now I can see where Xavier got his charming look from. Even at this age, he look so...good and I respect him for that. Just that the smiles a lot. "Yeah, he says he's Xavier's friend from school." "I see. Hey man, what's your name?" "Devin," I repeated giving a quick smile. "You mind having a drink?" He asked sitting on the sofa opposite me.

“I don’t understand. What—” “We’re… having a meeting.” Vincent glances between us skeptically, his mouth open slightly in a mix of disgust and surprise. He eventually straightens, hand hovering over the gun at his hip, and nods once. “No funny business, Alexander Mancini,” he all but growls in Xander’s direction. “I’ve got a jumpy trigger finger.” Xander crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll take it under advisement.” My bodyguard takes a couple of steps away but remains well within range, staring Xander down with vitriolic ferocity. Xander ignores Vincent outright, though, and takes his place beside me as we peer down at the gravestones.

My eyes widened and Ray growled. “Don’t you fucking dare!” Vincent smirked, “Knew she was important to you. Now, will you listen or would you like to see your wife die because of your stubborn ass?” Ray groaned, “Just get to the point!” Vincent’s eyes flickered with victory and he sat back on his chair. “I want the entire Valeford handed over to me.” My brows shot up while Ray listened to him silently. “That is–” I stopped as Suzy pressed the knife against my neck. It burned. She grinned as she saw my reaction and pulled it a little away.

Spade muttered, and for once Matteo isn't really bugged that he has to be stuck with Stefano, actually he was counting on it. Maybe he would speak to the man and ask him why he was suddenly like this, although he suspected it was because of what he said to him the last time they met, but he wasn't really sure, it wasn't as if he said something bad. ***** Everything was ready, Vince and Nico had called Bernie and gave him an update, and it was what Spade was expecting. The van was parked at an abandoned building and men kept coming out of it and going inside, through the lenses of both men, Bernie was able to identify some of the men as one of them had a familiar tattoo on his arm.

“I Alpha Ireland Belle Barton accept your rejection as your Luna and mate and cut all of my ties with you Alpha Oliver Finn Silvers.” Oliver’s eyes fly open and so much pain is seen there as he clutches his chest. “Why?” He croaks before his eyes close again. A sob escapes my lips as my knees hit the carpet and that is where Chris finds me sobbing gasping for air. He picks me up and carries me out of the room.