Novel & Cerita Quotes Vincent Rompies

If he were strong enough, that incident would have never happened. ‘If only I was strong, I could have protected her…’ Sighing, he answered in a calm voice, “Quinlynn and I grew up together.” Veron found that Vincent was ignoring his second part of the question and that’s the important part! Huffing, they waited for him to elaborate further but sadly they found that Vincent did not want to walk anymore. Smiling, Veron slung his arms on Damien and changed the subject of their conversion, “Anyway, did you saw our dearest prince?”

Vincent Romano looked exactly like the dangerous man he was, dressed in expensive clothes but with the eyes of a predator. His silver hair was perfectly styled, his suit spotless, and his smile looked polite but cold. He walked into the penthouse like he owned the place, with two bodyguards close behind him. "Vincent Romano," Alexander said calmly but firmly. "You're trespassing." "Am I?" Vincent asked, smiling like he found everything amusing. "I think you'll find I have every right to be here. After all, I have business with your sister."

Queenie decided to go first meet Jessica before going to Glamour Entertainment. When she got outside, she met a man putting on a suit, patiently standing beside a black Bentley. When he saw Queenie, he walked up to her and bowed down a little. "Good morning, Mrs. Verlice. My name is Vincent and I was tasked to take you anywhere you wish to go. In other words, I'm your assigned driver." Queenie looked back at the car and nodded, but she had a complaint to make. "Why does it have to be such an eye-catching model?"

Drinking wine. Not surprised. Not afraid. Just... resigned. “I wondered when you’d come,” he said. Zach didn’t answer. Just leveled his gun at Vincent’s chest. Vincent looked at me. “He doesn’t know, does he?” I frowned. “Know what?” Vincent smiled; slow and poisonous. “That I was never loyal to Roman. That it was always the Voronin’s. That the whole time I was training you, protecting you, raising you, I was waiting.”

"But I'd say it was worth it. Now I have all the ammunition I need to make sure you never like him again." "Really?" I ask, arching an eyebrow. "And what else did your little investigation uncover?" Vincent's grin widens. "Oh, not much. Just that his goal is to become a tax lawyer who's passionate about his stamp collection. Likes to jog in the mornings. And he's terrible at parallel parking." I burst into laughter again, shaking my head. "Okay, now you're just making things up." "No, I am not," Vincent says, his tone serious. "I've seen him parking with my own eyes. My private investigator showed me the footage."

His right hand rested on his thigh, ready to take his gun out. "Liam Rodriguez," Vincent Vitale got on his feet and stuck out his hand. A broad smile greeted him. His expression was schooled, his intense gaze settled on him as he took his hand and gripped it tightly. He wanted his neck instead of his hand. Vincent smirked again, "He's my consigliere, Dominik Giordano, Peter Alo." gesturing with his hand.

that feels like justice. I’ve already been to the Romano estate twice this week. Playing the part perfectly, showing full cooperation. Answering every question from Vincent’s people with the calm honesty of a man who has nothing to hide and everything to lose if his Capo goes down. Vincent watches me closely when I’m there. He’s a sharp old bastard, thirty years in this game and somehow he’s only gotten more dangerous with age. I’m extra careful around him. Way more careful than I am with Ocean. Ocean trusts me completely, which means he stopped seeing me clearly a long time ago.

"The Romano men have a habit of letting women destroy them." I tightened my grip on the edge of the desk as I tried to hide my trembling hands. "This isn't just business for you, is it?” I asked. “This war with the Romanos, it's personal for you.” Vincent's lips turned up into a cold smile. "Indeed, it’s very personal." He moved to the bar in the corner and poured himself a drink. "For me, it's not just about crushing Dante's organization. I want him to watch everything he and his family built crumble completely before I finally kill him."

“That must be good then. “What's your name?” Alex asked. Vincent opened his mouth before shaking his head. “If you ask me questions, I get to ask you some too.” Alex shrugged casually. “You go on.” “Well, you guys have forgotten about me.” Jenna grumbled. Alex smiled at her and winked as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and hugged it to her chest. She glared at Alex before closing her eyes. He turned back to Vincent. “So what's your name?” “Vincent.” He said. “Vincent Reynolds.” He added.

Roman defended “Except people who truly know we exist and are actually looking for you…. People like Bernard” Lucas gritted, trying his possible best to speak some sense into his friend “I get you… look can we figure this out when I can actually think? My brain can’t work with all of this…. This is just difficult to process” Roman let out an exasperating sigh “Fine but don’t say I didn’t warn you” Lucas said and walked away “He is pretty armless…” Sophie tried to vouch for Dylan