Quotes Vincent Rompies Novels & Stories

i left without finishing the coffee. vincent came in at two, all whistling and cheerful, keys on the desk, acting like life was just meetings and good moods. said the project would be our ticket. i wanted to throw northpoint in his face. instead i asked about the romano contracts, playing dumb, pretending i hadn’t touched anything. something flickered on his face for a second, gone before i could pin it down. he said he had it handled. i bet he does.

The corpse Dmitri had shown her after was fearful for her too. Vincent had instructed him to drive towards the outskirts of the city and there she had been in the car watching as men brought out numerous corpses from a truck. The clothes they had worn were enough indication to tell her that they were the men whom they had stumbled into at the casinos he had taken her to the previous day. "Watch very well and behold what will happen to any man that dares try to get close to you" Vincent had told her in the car while she watched the men's body being burnt in an incinerator.

"100 million going once, going twice, Gone! And banged the gavel. "You are welcome" he smiled at Vinca who had a shocked look. Damont, dejected, squeezed his palm into a ball, really wishing to give Frost a clout on the nose.

Levante spat and stood up as he turned his back on him. “Thanks for your generosity boss.” Martino bowed, even though Levante didn’t spare him a glance. As he was about to leave, Levante spoke up again. “Another scratch on Rio’s body, then get ready to bid your woman goodbye,” Levante said in a low menacing tone. Martino’s hands tightened on the door knob. Victoria was now on Levante’s tab. And it’s no good thing. Now in his condominium, Martino fought the urge to hurl things at the wall to calm his nerves.

I finally stammered, even as my face burned. He looked at me, utterly unbothered. “Lorraine, I’ve bribed a sitting senator in slippers. You think decorum is something I hold sacred?” I sputtered. “That’s not—Jesus.” But he was grinning now, just barely. The first real grin I’d seen from Vincent Vescari, the leader of one of the biggest syndicates in the country. It didn’t make things better. But it cut through the heaviness for a moment. And I realized, maybe that was the point.

"I'm not in a good mood." "Have I ever seen you in a good mood?" Vincent asked. "Problems with your cartel?" "Yeah." I let out a deep breath. "Sorry for being an ass. How is your business going?" "Pretty well, though one of my vineyards got burnt two days ago." He shrugged. "I have no idea if it's a mistake or someone intentionally did it." One thing I've known Vincent for is the fact he's always calm, even during bad situations.

He choked so hard I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Were you drunk, or did someone finally manage to roofie your espresso, you idiot?” Vincent demanded, his voice a bewildered blend of annoyance and sudden, sharp curiosity. “This isn’t the time for your elaborate jokes. And who’s the poor, lucky woman who supposedly performed this miracle?” “Amy Romano,” I answered, letting the name hang in the air. “I’m in love with Amy, Vincent. Seriously.”

“What can I do that could help?” “This is bad, SJ,” Vincent said. “Our main driver had an accident just this morning. He can’t be able to drive this weekend. We need a replacement fast! Someone who knows how to race!”

he muttered to himself, feeling a sharp pang of heartbreak. ****** Vincent returned to his mansion, a smile playing on his lips. Today had been a good day, a stark contrast to the previous one when he had come back home feeling lost and uncertain. Romeo and Kingsley, were seated in the living room when he walked in. Without a word, he plopped down between them on the couch. Romeo, noticing the change in his Vincent's mood, couldn’t help but ask, "Something good happened today?" Vincent's smile broadened. The fact that she wasn’t involved with either Alexander or Jayson gave him hope. It meant the path was clear for him to win her heart.

Even unconscious, even deep within the exhaustion of her trauma, she was actively choosing me. My mind drifted to Vincent Romano. My father-in-law. A man who had looked at his own daughter and seen a compliance asset to be bartered away to Leonardo Reyes. A man who had desperately tried to orchestrate his own clean exit from the syndicate, only to bring a firing squad down upon his own head.