Mia And Me Vincent Novels & Stories

“Please, come in.” I took one step. And then I saw him. Dante Moretti. I’d seen his photo once — in a file Giovanni had stolen from a rival courier. A surveillance image: grainy, dark, nothing more than a silhouette stepping into a car. That did not prepare me for the real thing.

“Yes, you heard correctly. I, Santino, the big bad godfather of the mafia, fell in love. » I let out a light, almost incredulous laugh. “I met a wonderful woman. Her name is Nina. » The name resonates in the room like a prayer. “Nina…” I close my eyes for a moment, remembering his face, his smile, the softness of his skin. “With her, everything is different. Simple. Pure. » I open my eyes, my gaze falling on Alaya. “And casually, I had even started to forget. » “Forget what?” » Alaya whispers despite herself.

some people" she'd been referring to in her caption. I stared at the screen for a long time, feeling the nauseating feeling in my gut intensify. Just then, I got a call from my best friend, Sylvie Barrett. "Marie? Did you see that bitch's Instagram post?" Her voice was loud and piercing. "Is Cornell with that fucking bitch right now?" My voice was hoarse. "Yeah. He gave my ticket to her and is now happily massaging her foot inside the venue." Sylvie began cursing him out loud. "Fucking hell! I'm coming over right now to snap his manhood in two! Where are you? Don't go anywhere alone!"

He blew air on my sensitive skin and tucked his fingers in the band of my panties, slowly he rolled them down from my thighs, leaving me completely naked. “You’re so wet for me, Mia cara.” He said and stroked my wet clit with his fingers, the much needed friction sent me into frenzy. “Please, Vincent…I don’t think I can hold it anymore. I need you.” I moaned in urgency. “But I am in a mood to go slow, Ari.” He smirked and removed his tie, the first three buttons of his shirt were open giving the perfect view of his chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off from his well built body. He was made by the hands of the God, the epitome of perfection.

Vincent grinned wider. Maya who was rounding up her bragging mistook the grin for him agreeing with her. “Well, like you said earlier, life isn't fair.” Vincent replied. His bass dropped to whispers. Maya shrugged. He faced his front. Maya went back to counting how many persons was left on the line. “Six to go,” she said a little louder. "You sound happy," Vincent said as he turned towards her. This time there was a smile on his face. It had mischief sprinkled all over it.

You were so proud of me, remember? ‘Technically, yes. But that is so not the point!’ I sighed, tugging the robe tighter around me and glancing at the bed—Misha was still sprawled out like he owned gravity. Damp hair. Open robe. Scarred, sleeping chaos. ‘Anyway,’ I typed, ‘Vincent invited us to lunch. Said he wanted to get to know me.’ ‘He’s your mafia boss bio-dad, not your brunch buddy.’ ‘I know. Believe me, I know.’

I hope I am not interrupting. "No, not at all," Noah replied with a smile. "This is Mia, my best friend and a very well-known designer. Mia, this is Vincent James. He's a very influential man in our company." Mia slowly turned around, her eyes wide with surprise as she recognized Vincent. "You're. you're the client?" An eyebrow arched, his face cool and impassive. "Yes, that's me. I trust you've been putting in hard work on the designs."

I said. She nodded slowly but still looked a bit suspicious. "Okay… but you promise you’re alright?" "I promise." I gave her a quick hug and turned her around. "Go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you." Cassidy walked back toward the main path. I waited until she was far enough before letting out a long breath. My hands were shaking. That was too close. Just then, Vincent walked out from behind the wall. He was carrying the real Mia in his arms. She had passed out completely, her head hanging limp against his chest. Her face looked peaceful now, but awake she was a real bitch.

The second our eyes met, a flash of panic crossed Mia’s face. "Elena..." Vincent, however, looked like he was fast asleep, relaxed and carefree. Just then, the voices of Vincent’s consigliere, Sonny, and his men drifted out from inside the house. "Vincent’s been married to Mia for six years, and Elena is still stuck in that 'he's dead' fantasy. She’s still single." "I heard she agreed to a blind date recently. Guess she's finally letting go?"

Vincent had to return to New York to handle Marcelli family business. On his third day away, Sophia stood at the French doors of the island villa, watching the last ray of sunlight disappear. A maid entered quietly. "Madam, please drink some milk." Sophia didn't move. "When is he coming back?" "Mr. Vincent said he would be back as soon as—" "BANG! " The glass hit the wall, shattering. "I am not your 'madam'," Sophia sneered. "Get out."