Quotes Vincent Rompies Novels & Stories

Roman asked. "Does the fact that she's a vampire prevent her from helping me!?" "Well, no but?" "Then there you have it, I thought since humans failed to help me maybe a vampire would have more luck! I didn't go to hunt her I'm not even a qualified hunter yet remember!?" Roman grunted nodding and left. Vincent came close to him and sneakily shoved his booklet into his pocket, now Danté knew how this happened, he glared at Vince who shrugged and left.

I wait until the door shuts and then advance on Vincent as he sits at his mediocre desk, still managing to look like the all-powerful business leader he does at the top of his skyscraper. "You can't send your goons to monitor me." "I believe I did exactly that, and Roman is not a goon. He's a highly trained and ridiculously paid Security Protection Specialist." I cross my arms over my chest a bead of sweat from dancing drips from my forehead. "He's annoying. You don't own me." He doesn't anything me. Vincent leans back in his chair, his non-flustered state making me more agitated. "I'm simply looking out for you. Some of these clubs can be unsafe."

Deandre Romeo I got home after 5 days in Italy doing a lot of work. I got home a little bit late at night. I walked inside and found the TV turned on. I walked into the living room and found Tatiana sleeping on the sofa with the TV watching her sleep. I walked to the special cupboard to get a bottle of wine. I took one glass and walked back to the living room. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I drank it and closed my eyes.

Vincentte looked at me and I nodded for him to go and I'll be fine, “I'm coming back” He said to me and left, now it's just me and his father, it was my first time meeting Vincentte’s father, and it's now even going well cause I'm shaking inside, he gently smiled at him cause it was beginning to get awkward with the way he's staring at me, And for the first time, his lips curved in a smile “Nice meeting you Nazy Matin, daughter of Antonio Matin, the drunk that caused the death of Vienna Vlaydimir, do you know who that is……Vincentte's twin”

I can’t help but notice the way he subtly squirms and cringes whenever I mention anything about Lior, a fleeting shadow crossing his usually cheerful face. But I’m too caught up in the novelty of driving, the burgeoning sense of independence, to dwell on it. “So,” I say, as I cautiously navigate a turn, “Lior mentioned that Vince is one of his investors. He seems… intense.” Dante’s smile tightens almost imperceptibly. “Ah, Vincenzo,” he says, his tone carefully neutral. “He is… a man of great… forza. Strength. And very… protective of his friends.”

"You look exhausted. You are." I murmured as I produced a knife and started to cut into the thick ropes with which he was bound.. the ropes did not give immediately, they were thick and strong and I could see the lines on Vincenzo. He had immediately dismissed the weary look in his eyes the moment he had seen us and that was the exact thing I had expected from him. He never was one to Show vulnerability. He would never show that he was in distress and needed help. If he had a way, he would break free right there and be the one to protect us from the harm we did not see coming. "I'm sorry you girls had to go through this much trouble for my sake. These bastards will have to pay for this."

Arcangelo spoke as he leaned forward and looked over his shoulder at his best friend who downed his second glass faster than the first. "Hey, your hell is my hell," Vincent stated with a raised glass. "And besides, the scotch is good." "Then you bloody enjoy it rather than drowning in it." His best friend spoke with a smile as he put the decanter out of their reach. "Idiot," "Bitch," "Asshole," "W-" Vincent started to say as he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both Arcangelo and him looking up and straightening as Rosalie walked in, escorted by Major.

him. I pull my car up and see his fancy sports car on the drive so I park next to him and get out. I knock on the door and wait for my sexy sub to answer. The door opens and Vin smiles at me before he pretends to look shocked. I push him inside and pin him against the wall as I close the front door. "Vincent Romano, you're under arrest," I say in his ear as I use my foot to spread his legs. He struggles against me and I get the handcuffs from my belt to cuff his hands together behind his back.

"He wouldn't be where he is today if I didn't help him." "He still owes you $900 Billion, Sir. I've heard that he is also planning to make an alliance with Mr. Romano." Vincent almost laughed when he heard that, "Romano's in my pocket. Is he thinking that he could really start a war against me by running into people who have big debts to me too? Dickhead." His men laughed as they opened the door of a black limousine for him. "Let's test his bravery. I'm going to play with that old hag."

Roman continued as if I hadn't spoken, "is why you were with Vincent. Did you call him? Is that why he showed up tonight?" The sudden change of subject threw me. "What? No, I... he just appeared." "Just appeared? How convenient." He shook his head, “I do not not like how easily you can just relax in that man's company, even to the extent of getting drunk in his company! Do you just go ahead trusting every stranger you come across? Damn it, Amy!” “Vincent is my friend! He is not a stranger,” Roman chuckled but it was dry, devoid of any real humor, “A friend…is that so?”