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Vin was frantic, his phone ringing nonstop as he wove through the traffic, blaring his horn at anyone who dared slow him down. The McLaren GT sped forward, side by side with ambulances and firetrucks. And with each car they passed, Vin’s anger escalated tenfold. “You’re wrong, Callie.” Vin, but the words out past gritted teeth. “There is no light, no hope, only suffering.” And as if to emphasize his point, Vin abruptly turned and stopped the car in front of a burning building, one of Vin’s properties, Callie assumed. But the fire was the least of Callie’s concerns.

Flynn joined our conversation because of being too lost. "He's my sister's husband who was my former bodyguard growing up." "Oh, I see. And your sister's name is?" "Vanique. My assistant's name is Malia, You met her once." The way Flynn talked to me just now made me realize that we haven't actually had that kind of conversation. Like the thing about family or the problems I actually had. I also never told him about that college trauma. Because when he saw me in the shower that time, he just hugged me and that was it. He didn't ask or anything. Yes, he was worried but he was not interested in knowing other details. Was it my bad, that I made it clear to him before that I only wanted a sex toy

Zach hung up the phone and approached Vincent. "Are you done?" Vincent smiled, then nodded. He put some books on the cashier's table, and Zach saw one of them. He picked up the top book and frowned. "You bought the werewolf legend book for Kyron?" he asked, a little surprised. Vincent smiled, then nodded. "That's for me. I want to read something." That explanation still astounded Zach. "Are you interested in werewolves?" Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "I think it's interesting. Let me asked you something."

Copyright © 2023 by Jane Doe Writings ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. (Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, Crude Language, Mention of Sexual Abuse) ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ AUTHOR'S NOTE Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation can be read as a STANDALONE. But the first few chapters happen to coincide with Mancini's Bride (Mafia Men III) storyline.

"I always take care of you." My mouth hangs open as I take the book and flip to the first page, finding my picture and identifying information. "But how did you…" my sentence trails off because I know the answer. Ashley. Vincent says nothing in his life without thinking through the consequences of his words. He is cold, calculated, and the best businessmen in the world. The business world knows him for his ruthless negotiation tactics and his fairness in never letting a friendship impede a deal, but with me he is occasionally something different.

I scolded him. "Sorry, beautiful!" He looked at me and winked. "I think you guys here are also superheroes, Vince, but you're more like the X-Men." Vince laughed. "Now tell me, how did that hell end?" Flavian and I told Breno everything that had happened in the confrontation at the prison door, in the smallest details, while Vincent examined Breno. And he laughed and asked questions, we laughed about Flavian with the grazing shot and we spent a good time there.

Taking all the energy left inside me, I wiped my cheeks of any tears and slipped my foot in flip flops before opening the door revealing the two of them standing at the door with snacks and lunch in their hands. The sudden urge to cry returns after watching that how much these two cares. The worry is clear and evident on their face. "Wait! Do not cry. I just did the cleaning." Vince said in an urgency noticing my glossy eyes, showing me his free palm as a stop sign. Vince is the oldest one from all of us. He is 24 years old with looks completely opposite to his sister. He has light brown eyes with copper- ish hair color. His face is clean shaven and he is indeed a beautiful man. And, instead

"I don't fear you and won't fear you because fear is a choice, and I choose not to give in to it, especially to you. You may think you're a god in your world, but in mine, I am the master of mine. I won't be manipulated into submission or controlled by intimidation. I may be your captive ,but my mother taught me before her death that I should never fear anyone, except my creator." Vincent's eyes narrowed, a mix of surprise and anger flickering across his face before he masked it with a smirk. "You've got spirit, E-lean-norah, I'll give you that. Let's see how long that defiance lasts" He walked out of the room in a haste. Eleanorah thought it was over but when she noticed that Dmitri did not

“Get yourself together. If you’re going to put up with this chaos that both of you created, you need new strategies. ‘Cause it looks to me, you’re going to cry on your way home if you keep being like this.” Normally, I don’t like it when other people lecture me or boss me around. But right now, despite I’m getting the feeling to deny it, Vincent is spitting nothing but facts. Bryce had probably prepared for moments like this. Being gone for five years had given him enough time to plan for his tricks, and this is certainly just the beginning. “Then tell me his plans. Tell me the next step he’s going to take. I don’t care if you only know a portion of his madness, but I need to know.”

"I thought you remembered those days. What happened? I thought you wanted to protect her, just like I warned you." "You're right. Cara is my medicine, and she’ll always be my support, even after I heal," Vince replied, clearly firing back at Will’s jabs. "But that’s not the real reason I came here. I need to ask you something about the journal I gave you. I need a clear answer, just yes or no. You know exactly what I’m talking about." His voice was firm, the tension rising as he noticed the unease spreading across Will's face.