Quotes Vincent Rompies Novels & Stories

Vincent flipped through the files, greed flashing in his eyes. "Excellent, Ms. Romano. With this, we can dismantle the Moretti family in a week." "And our arrangement..." "Of course," Vincent smiled wide. "When I become the new king of Chicago, you will be my queen. A hundred times better than being with that loser, Victor." I smiled, satisfied. A Don without power is a dead man walking. And I only back winners. "A pleasure doing business with you, Vincent," I held out my hand. "The pleasure is all mine, my queen."

"Vincent Romano is a monster! Yesterday, he tried to force me to abort our baby! I'm five months pregnant, and he told me to just 'get rid of it'!" She had receipts. Intimate photos, secret audio recordings, even clips of them meeting at hotels. And then, one photo stopped my heart. It was Vincent in a tattoo parlor, getting "Sophia" tattooed on his right arm. The date stamp was last Christmas. The same Christmas he told me he had to fly out for an emergency business deal. I had cooked a Christmas dinner, lit candles, and waited all night for him. He came home after midnight, exhausted, saying the negotiation was brutal but he'd closed the deal. He even brought me roses to make up for missin

Even though they were brothers, Roberta's father was a legitimate son, but mine was just a bastard that our grandfather had conceived in a most sinful moment. While we were stuck struggling in the slums, they had the finest things and lived very easy lives. Roberta learnt to be grateful because her father took away my opportunity to have anything, and she was a walking, breathing reminder of that. I smirked when I saw a neatly folded envelope on my bed with the letter ‘V’ on it. I walked swiftly towards it and tore it open, revealing a letter from Vincenzo. It read; You have some nerve writing ro me about joining forces when you are the singular reason my life is in shambles right now. I wil

And yet, I still walked in. They were waiting for me. At first, it was just him—Vincent Romano, a lowlife who thought ambition made him untouchable. He stood near a crate, hands stuffed into his pockets, posture loose, like this was just another night. “Michael,” he greeted, flashing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Glad you could make it.” I didn’t respond. Just watched. Then I noticed the way his fingers twitched, the slight shift in his stance. And I knew.

"I don't know. But I'm not going to let him ruin this for us." Avery squeezed his hand. "We're with you, Romeo. Always." Romeo nodded, feeling a surge of strength from his mates' support. Together, they continued to dance, their unity a silent message to Vincent and anyone else who might doubt their strength. Meanwhile, Vincent continued to seethe, oblivious to the watchful eyes on him. He downed another glass of wine, the alcohol doing little to dull his anger. He needed to get out of there, to think, to plan. He can’t lose everything after all his hard work.

DViolet and Ramon walked in the courtroom with their friends and family. Ramon helped Violet hold her heavy gown as they entered the courtroom, but Violet couldn’t care any less. She didn’t see any problem in a husband holding up his wife’s gown as they walk around. In fact, it was his duty to always make sure she was comfortable – based on her thoughts.

One fell on top of the five mixed-breed vamps while the other one fell behind Damien. The five vamps screamed in pain while Damien turned around and dropped Vince to the ground. Vince was coughing nonstop upon being released from Damien's tight grip. "Is that the best you've got?" Rubio mocked. He came just on time! Damien saw his real opponent and his claws turned sharp. "Rubio! Finally!" Damien said as he sneered. Vince on the other hand just stayed at the corner watching their next move as he also save some strength and energy.

He enjoyed playing with me and I was stupid. He wasted most of his time in kissing and showed me how weak I am by making me moan in that last second. He let me think that I was just edge from my win, but in reality he knew that he was winning by hook or by crook, and he fed on my struggles. That's what Vincenzo Romano always does! He makes you think that you are winning and when you think that you are winning, then you realize that it was just a mirage, a part of his twisted games, because Vincenzo never let anyone win.

Nobody would be stupid enough to try anything here unless they are willing to sacrifice their lives. Vincenzo stands, a tall, imposing man around my age, his hair completely gray, his eyes just as calculating as Paolo’s. He’s on the leaner side, giving him a hungry look, which is fitting. The Romanos have wanted to take what we’ve built for a long time. “Dario,” he says, smiling and offering his hands. “Vinnie,” I reply, pretending we’re best buddies as we shake. “I hope the traffic wasn’t too bad.”

Vince didn’t notice. “He’s basically the kind of guy companies hire when they want to rip another company apart.” Behind him, Benita’s voice spoke calmly. “In case you didn’t find this out…” Vince jumped. “Jesus!” He spun around. “You were standing there the whole time?!” Benita leaned back in her chair with a small smile. “He smells nice too.” Vince groaned and rubbed his face. “Alright. I deserved that.” Then he straightened and offered his hand. “I’m Vince. Damien’s friend.”