Novel & Cerita Quotes Vincent Rompies

The men leered but said nothing. Vincent tucked himself away, zipping up with deliberate slowness, his cock still semi-hard and glistening. He stood, towering over the desk at six-foot-four, his muscular frame straining against his crisp white shirt. Tattoos peeked from his collar, skulls, roses, and the Russo family crest. "You borrowed from the devil, boy. Now you pay the toll." Vincent's free hand shot out, punching Chris square in the gut. Air whooshed out of him, and he doubled over as much as the ropes allowed, retching. "That's for making me wait."

Vince said as he took me by the hand to lead us out. Just then, someone began clapping. “Re Vincenzo Romero.” A coarse voice called, halting our movement. I felt Vince’s body stiffened again. “Fabiano “ He growled before we both turned around. My heart skittered at the sight of a fat man in front of a gang of mobsters. He was draped in gold, heavily tatted and his demeanor frivolous. “Nice to see you again… with a female none the less. I was scared you’ve become a priest.” He said, grinning and exposing a complete set of gold teeth.

Mpumi also added, “You are already doing great things, Vincent. Can I get this hug?” Vincent filled himself into the young woman. He felt appreciated. He was pleased that he made them all proud. “You are the pride of the family, Vincent. I see good things coming your way. Now, go on, give Dion some love while I fix myself for the hot guy I just saw coming down the street.” Vincent narrowed himself up now. He felt that now he wanted to know more about what was going on with Mpumi, “Who is this guy, anyway?”

Vincenzo said with his deep velvet voice, authority lacing his every word. Vince was a head taller than the guy, he had dark brown hair and an equally brown eyes giving him an innocent look. From his accent I could tell he was Italian. He nodded his head reluctantly, he glanced at me and threw me a cheeky smile mouthing 'talk to you later' before heading towards the door. Once he was out of sight, I asked. "Who is he?" I opened the tub of ice cream and took a spoon. I moaned in satisfaction.

Austin rubbed his nose and replied, "What happened after? I mean, I'm talking about what you're hiding from Iris." Vincent smiled bitterly as he tilted his head backward to finish his beer. "You have no idea just how cold-blooded the Redmonts are… They're a bunch of scumbags and hypocrites. They would do anything to keep up their appearance and reputation."

He glanced down at Bianca, who flinched as his eyes met hers. “Back when your dear brother, Vince Romano, was sent to Russia,” Vince said, pacing slowly, “this bitch and her father contacted me. Said they had intel for me. They sold him out, Val. The moment he landed, I knew. I set a trap.” Alina’s breath hitched beside me, her hand covering her mouth. “That day,” Vince continued, “he almost had me. Vince Romano had leverage, and he was about to kill me. But Bianca and her dear father, Dominic, stabbed him in the back. Literally. They killed him, Val. Not me.”

Vincent leaned back in his chair, relaxed, like he was watching a show instead of facing judgment. Damien presented the evidence carefully. He started with financial records that showed Vincent had been underreporting casino profits and failing to pay what he owed the commission. He showed transfers that proved Vincent had stolen money from joint operations. He then presented communications linking Vincent to Leonardo Calabrese and a plan to remove other family heads to gather power.

"I’ve never seen anyone do that to him. You’re either very brave, or very dangerous." “Or very stupid” i murmur. “Or very beautiful” My words are caught in my throat. He steps closer, extending a hand. "My name is Vincent Roland and I think you and I should get to know each other."

He had never seen Vincent like this—the usually composed Boss now had bloodshot eyes and a jaw clenched so tight it looked ready to shatter. The convoy sped to the Romano estate. Vincent kicked the front door open and stormed inside. Don Romano was sitting on a leather sofa, sipping whiskey. He was so shocked he almost dropped his glass. "Vincent? What are you doing here?" "You married Sophia off to someone in Boston?" Vincent bit out each word.

Vincent drove like a madman through the streets, weaving his way between cars, his heart pounding hard like a cage animal. “How is she?” he asked Rhea, who had Morticia’s body resting on her. Jamie was with them, just as concerned. “Her pulse is slowing, Vince,” Rhea said, panicked. “Fuck,” Vincent cursed, pressing the accelerator harder, speeding dangerously fast. That bitch Dimitri was as good as dead when he got his hands on her. They reached the hospital, and the car screeched to a halt.