Sift Heads Vinnie Novels & Stories

He winked at me. I nodded. “Okay. What’s Vinnie. I know he’s more than just a driver to you.” Nicco looked impressed. “You are pretty intuitive,” he observed. “Vinnie is my Beta. Second in command to the Alpha and Luna.” I was beginning to get it. “Like the Royal Family,” I said. “He’s a prince.” “Maybe a Duke,” Nicco said, amused. “Pretty important. But my son would outrank him.”

She touched the whip around her waist and turned to face Lance. “You stay close to me when there's danger, least you die.” “My lady, what exactly do you want in Keitan? I can go get it for you myself.” Violet smirked, “Azarael's head.” Lance's eyes widened and he staggered backwards. “N-no.” Violet scoffed, “Can you get her head for me?” “Yes but that goes against my morals.” Violet sighed, even though she'd manipulated him, made fake memories of him being really close to her, his values from Star valley was still there, she couldn't fully get rid of it.

“Head of Communications. He doesn’t have technical clearance, but he has visibility. Strategy drafts. Crisis plans. Executive schedules. And he has relationships.” Sebastian spoke evenly. “He’s using someone else.” “Yes. Mid-level IT infrastructure analyst. Access to deprecated admin paths and older routing frameworks. Vino feeds intelligence. The contact opens doors. Hangman does the rest.” Alina folded her arms. “So Vino doesn’t understand the tech. He just knows where pressure hurts.” “Exactly,” John said. Sebastian was quiet for a moment. Alina broke the silence. “Does Vino have anything against you?” Sebastian looked up. “Not directly. Professionally, we’ve crossed paths. Nothing person

overrides the prefrontal cortex’s capacity for high-level logic. ​Arthur Vane, the lead negotiator for the rival Northern Alliance, was a man who had built a career on smelling weakness in others. He sat across from Damon, tapping a gold pen against a copy of the Meridian Acquisition Treaty. Vane was human, but he was backed by Kellen’s money, and he was currently looking for a way to puncture the Rourke armor.

I scrunched my nose at it but took a swig. Nodding, I headed upstairs. I wish I hadn't. When I opened Viny's bedroom door, moans greeted me. He was on his bed with a girl, having sex. I recognized her by her long shiny black, coily hair and thin body—Cattie. She was a supermodel and had been crowned the most beautiful cheerleader by the hockey team. For a moment, I stood there, stunned, watching him. "You asshole!" I screamed, throwing the beer bottle I held. Viny sat up and rolled off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud. He hissed but quickly got up, trying to put his pants on as he began to explain.

I found myself asking because I was still working through the set of emotions that squeezed my chest like a vice. “He’s a member of the Gratteri family. Total snake and not one to trust.” Vinnie’s voice held so much hatred and conviction towards the man that even I couldn’t mistake that something must have happened for there to be so much animosity. Vinnie peeled himself from the floor and hung onto the doorframe, hovering over me with a smile on his face.

I said shrugging my shoulders. Jenny looked at Roman then back at me. Roman and Lucas were deep in conversation thankfully. “Yeh I saw the way Vinnie looked at you, I think you may have started a war here” Jenny laughed. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Vinnie is our cousin, Santos’ brother. Roman and Vinnie have always been close” Jenny looked up again to make sure Roman wasn’t listening.

Vinny declared. "No, I need to take a look at that head of yours," Simone said to him, looking at him now, he had a head injury with dried blood on his blonde hair, I had thought it was from carrying a wounded friend but looking closely, it was from a wound, he'd probably hit his head hard on something. "I can't leave Alex to be on his own Simone" Vinny declared in a gruff tone, his loyalty to Alex was out of this world, as though they'd sworn an oath or something.

Do you see, if I don’t get him to take me back to the mine If I don’t find a way out of this, then I’m screwed. I sat on the edge of the pool thinking deeply about my life when I heard the soft sound of someone’s footsteps approaching the pool. I turned around and saw Vinnie, dressed in a sexy two-piece bikini, walking towards me. She wore low-heeled slippers that kept clinking on the ground as she walked. She was on the phone with someone's eye when she spotted me. I could faintly hear a guy's voice on the other end of the phone. I pretended to be in deep thought, hoping she would keep talking. But she must have noticed that I was trying to listen in on her conversation.

This time, Dare snorts and I actually see spit go flying onto his camera. “Vaffanculo!” Vinny holds up his middle finger with a deep frown on his face. He’s so easy to piss off; it’s one of my favorite things to do. “Anyway, to get us back on track.” Dare clears his throat, but he can’t wipe the massive smile from his face. He knows Vinny is uptight. The two of us help to keep Vinny grounded. “I’m sending two more people from my pack, Ash.” Dare’s face shifts to a more serious one now, his dark eyes, which are literally black, tilt down, avoiding me, as he scratches his stubble.