Does Vincent Die In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

With his other hand, he lunged at Vincent. "Ack!" Vincent coughed, and I felt warm blood spray across my cheek. Even with my eyes closed, I knew what had happened. Aaron had killed Vincent. "It's over, Alpha Vincent," Aaron whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Olive will never save you again." With a sickening thud, Vincent's body crumpled to the ground. It was the end. Vincent had met his punishment, and I was left in Aaron's arms, tears streaming down my face.

It was better than nothing. Vincenzo lost his mind completely. This isn't the man that Violet sees everyday, this is the man that forced her to watch him torture someone when he first brought her here. But even now, he was worse than that time. The screams of the man were muffled as he tried to speak, but it was too late. Smiling, Vincenzo took his gun and shot him between his eyes. The man fell limp, dead. **(END OF TW)** "You won't watch anymore torture sessions." Gio whispered in my ear.

He leaned closer to Seren, the gun unmoving. “You may have fooled me…” A pause. Deadly quiet. “But don’t forget—” His eyes burned into Rafael’s. “I can kill her.” “You’re cunning,” Vincent said with a thin smile, the gun still pressed against Seren’s temple. “You had me convinced. Kudos.” His grip tightened slightly as he pulled her back with him. “You fooled the Bianchi young master.” A pause. “Too bad you’re unlucky.” Rafael moved. A single step. A shot cracked through the air.

She was positive that it could be Cedric came to rescue her. The more that footstep got closer, Virginia started to feel safe. She woke up from her seat and tried to welcome Cedric. “Well hello, Virginia. Your play time is over!” It was not Cedric but Vincent pointing out his gun at Virginia. “No way…” Virginia was shocked. She could not move nor speak more. “I am the one who killed your pawn. Too bad Miller failed to kill Cedric, but I refuse to fail my mission to kill you!” Vincent’s killing intent was written over his evil face. Virginia was cornered.

For a fleeting moment, I thought he might actually follow through with his threat, that he would push me to the brink of no return. But then, just as suddenly as the tension had built, it seemed to dissipate. Russo lowered the gun, the cold steel glinting in the dim light as he tucked it back into his coat. He capped the vial of acid and handed it back to Viktor, who accepted it with a curt nod. “Get inside the car,” Russo ordered, his voice devoid of the earlier malice. “We’re done here.” I didn’t move right away, my legs frozen in place by a combination of fear and exhaustion. Just then, the men that had earlier held me down grabbed my arm and tucked me into the car.

Not me. That was when I heard howls of pain outside the house as the rogues that Vincent had under his command began to feel the effects of his death. They were innocent in this, and I had hope that they would survive, but there was little I could do at that point. My body was weak from all the blood he had drained from me. All I wanted was to sleep. Close your eyes, Doll. We’ll be alright. Just rest. As Vincent turned to ash in front of me, my eyes shuttered closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

"That name gives me the jitters. Thinking about the devastations he caused a lot of packs has chills running up and down my body. I don't think I'm in the best frame of mind to tell you what happened." I knelt so my eyes could be at level with hers. If there was anything she knew, it'd be helpful in our search. "Stella, please. We're in a dire situation and we need all the lay down of this person. According to sources I heard, he was dead." "And you believe that? Vincent is the most crafty creature to ever walk the earth. It's possible he faked his own death just for the fun of it." She revealed with a scoff.

He was breathing heavily as Lucy continued to blow him despite having an onlooker. Vince walked closer and stood there. Taurus stiffened when he saw the stranger wouldn't budge. "I'll kick your äss if you—" His words were drowned by a rat-like squeak spilled from his mouth as Lucy's teeth closed around his díck from the impact of the bullet exploding her brains. She fell by his feet with a thud. Taurus was frozen and that's how he died. Vince shot him without blinking, making him join Lucy on the ground. Both were naked, eyes open and their brains gushing out of the hole punctured into their heads.

I am free from my supposed sins and the rest of my life will be me doing all I never allowed myself to do. “Okay.” He sweeps his overgrown hair out of his face. “What next?” El gives my hand another squeeze. I don’t hate him but I don’t completely trust him not to do something stupid. “No cops? No charges?” My lips twitch. Left to Joshua, he would have been arrested the day they found out. “None.” Vincent sags in his seat. He raises his hands to his face, stares at them like they don’t belong to him. He used those hands to end my brother’s life. He must have heard my thoughts because his hands lower.

I glanced into the rear-view mirror and saw what caused her distress. Vincent Axelon, disembowelled, hung from one of the broken windows of the complex. It looked as though he had been taken to one of his offices and then disposed of. I wondered if he had caved and begged for mercy. The very act he told all new fighters was the weakest thing a man could do.