Mike X Vincent Novels & Stories

Vince squinted at him. “What did you just say?” “You want to take down Elena Walker, right?” Mike repeated. Vince nodded. “I can help you take her down.” Stepping closer, Vince’s boots crunched against the concrete. “Why should we trust you?” Mike clenched his fists, rage flashing across his face. “Because I hate her more than you do.” Vince stared at him for a long moment before smirking. “Interesting. What exactly can you do for us?

Vince said, penting up Michael's curiosity. “Get to the point, Vince. I have a meeting in the next thirty minutes.” Michael said, with an annoyed expression. “The pills were for Sun Mi.” Vince said, with a strange look in his eyes. “Why the hell would she need Memory suppressant pills, she was after all the one who told me that she so badly wanted to regain her lost memories?” Michael asked rhetorically. “Listen to me, what if doesn't know that she's been giving memory suppressant pills, maybe she has no idea that she's even given those pills.”

After a long pause, he dismissed Mike with a wave. Left alone, he leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. Vincent thought he had won. He thought he had Amelia wrapped around his fingers. But Alessandro wasn’t done yet. Not even close. And he was about to remind them exactly who they were dealing with.

He flagged the bartender, ordered something strong, and then—after a beat—stepped aside to make a call. By the time Vivian arrived, Mike had already downed half his glass. The alcohol was starting to show in his eyes, but instead of softening his thoughts, it only sharpened them. Made everything brighter. Clearer. He hated it. Vivian hurried over, her heels clacking sharply on the floor before she slid into the booth beside him. Her hand reached for the glass in front of him, pulling it away. “Mike, you can’t keep drinking like this.”

“Please, who are you?” I turned to face Vince, sure enough there was an amused look on his face. His eyes were moving from Mike to me, quietly doing a silent evaluation. “He is the CEO of the company. Mr. Vincent Smith.” I introduced them. “Sir, this is my fiance….” “Mike, isn’t it?” Vince cut me off with a smirk, as he faced Mike properly. “Yes.” Mike quickly replied. “It's an honor to meet you, Sir.” Vince nodded. “I didn’t know you were visiting.”

My gaze met with a pair of hazel eyes, my mouth parting slightly. "Vincent," I said, taking a step back. His gaze roamed down my body shamelessly, his eyes darkening slightly. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, his arms and neck fully covered with tattoos. He was tall, taller than Logan by probably an inch. Vincent’s face was covered with a beard, making him look more attractive and dangerous. Vincent is Micah's eldest son and he is 20 years old.

I yelled holding my stomach. Just like Xavier decided to listen to me he stopped, his mischievous face stared at my red face as he looked at his face in the mirror and arranged his hair. He flashed his killer smile then nodded in satisfaction. "Have the worst day, Candy" He said with a smirk on his face. Xavier threw his bag pack over his left shoulder as he jumped down from the truck and walked over to my side to open the door for me. His signature smirk was still on his face as helped me down then brought out his phone from his pocket.

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

Michael said. I stared at the phone in my hands. Vincent must have left something. What secret was hidden in his phone?