Sift Heads Vinnie Novels & Stories

"They think having a private life means I’ve lost my taste for blood." I look Vinnie in the eye. "Do I look like I’ve lost my teeth, Vinnie?" "No," he whispers. "No, please." "Good." I swing. I don't aim for the head. That’s too quick and won’t send any kind of message. I aim for the knee. The sound of bone shattering is loud, a wet crack that reverberates off the walls. Vinnie screams, a high, thin sound that cuts off abruptly as he passes out from the pain.

Professionals of the dirty variety. The leader, a scarred man named Vinnie I vaguely recognized from a past life, looked me up and down, noting the sweat, the limp, the murderous look in my eye. "You look like hell, Sinclair," he grunted. "Nathan Wright's current location," I demanded, limping toward the car. "Do you have it?" Vinnie nodded, opening the back door. "Got a fix on a private residence up in the hills. High security. Owned by a shell company linked to his old man."

A life with one less limb sounded better than any life she’d live with Cullen Reich. -- Vin couldn’t decide whether to blame his migraine on the music banging against his eardrums or the itch on his upper lip from the fake mustache he’d been wearing. “Vin, you there?” came Soren’s voice on his in-ear comms. “Boss?” Vin struggled not to scratch or pull off the faux hair entirely. “Yeah, I hear you. Any louder and the whole club will hear you.” He grit out through clenched teeth. “Gotcha. And relax your shoulders some more.”

“No, never. And her mother loves me, I used to talk to her when she wouldn’t talk to me.” We hear raised voices from inside, and I know Matteo must’ve come downstairs. I feel my heart beating through my entire chest for some reason, and I wonder whether it’s just from the coffee kicking in. “I think Matteo’s up.” Vinnie says, changing the subject. We put our cigarettes out and I follow him to the door. “Happy birthday you little weasel.” Vinnie laughs and walks in front of me to hug Matteo. Our eyes meet over Vinnie’s shoulder as they hug. He’s wearing shorts that show off his leg tattoos and a white shirt. Objectively, he looks good.

It was Danny’s rage bleeding into Alex, fuelling the Alpha’s predatory instinct with a human’s thirst for vengeance. "Net," Alex said, his voice a whisper of death. "Trace that second voice. Now." "I'm already on it, Alpha," Net said, his fingers blurred across the keys. "Voice-print analysis is cross-referencing with the Council's internal security registry. Matching... matching... Got a hit. It’s Vane. He’s the Head of Sanitization for the High Council. A posh title for executioner. He doesn't just kill people; he erases their existence."

He nodded in my direction. Giovanni turned to me, now I had two sets of eyes staring me down. “You have no idea.” Giovanni winked before holding his hand out for me to join him. “What's going on?” I whispered hesitantly. My feet refused to budge from my position in the open door way, I was still gripping the door handle so tightly my knuckles were burning. “This is Vincenzo.” “Call me Vinnie.” Vinnie stepped towards me, holding his large hand out to shake. I remained in my spot, using the door as support.

“HEY, RUNE, HAVE YOU MET this Sven Rosworth in person? I mean, your best friend is working for him, right?” Rune turned to Riven De Villalune who was sitting beside her. He was the youngest member of Tactica’s Cyber Security Team and came from Ivslight, the realm of the humans. Calix brought him here to set up the materials for this meeting. She frowned when she saw the crooked, black-rimmed glasses that almost cover his face. She fixed it for him and the young man mumbled a ‘thank you’.

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

A smile curled on Vinny's lips. He was happy, very happy with his mate. "I'm an Alpha, strength is of the essence," I pulled up outside my mansion. Ron was waiting by my home office. "I'll take a quick shower," Vinny headed to one of the en-suite rooms to wash off. I returned from my room clean and fresh from having a shower to meet Vinny and Ron in my office, Vinny was now in a crew-neck shirt and khaki pants. "We can invite Grimsby and his Luna for the Slitaé Moon and Star festival. A great way to have a chat with him or his Luna about Allison." Vinny suggested.