Sift Heads Vinnie Novels & Stories

' His free hand slapped her ass lightly, reigniting the soreness, making her clench. 'Talk,' he commanded, increasing the speed. The buzz intensified, sending waves to her pussy, pussy aching to be filled. Nia panted, words tumbling. 'Vince needs deniability. Route through proxies... oh god, slower.' Vardo ignored, angling the vibe to tap her entrance, dipping in shallow before retreating to her clit. Her walls fluttered emptily, craving more. 'Proxies like my shell companies? Smart. But I want veto power on inspections.' He ground the toy harder, her moans turning to whimpers, body trembling on the edge.

Shifting it from one ear to another before taking a glance at his wristwatch. Vinnie’s eyes widened and her heart raced even faster when a sleek black car rolled up in front of him. Her legs dribbled impatiently against the floor. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. Vinnie swallowed. Bit her lip. And before a second, and a more reasonable voice could rise from the back of her head, like an arrow from a bow, she scooted off through the doors, narrowly escaping from bumping into a boulder-sized man. She heard the man shout. But she didn’t have time to care. The sexy man was leaving. The chauffeur had already held the door open for him. Unfortunately, her legs lost control over her brain. Before s

“He’ll check out the runner’s alley. If Victor’s people are moving goods through there, I want to know what and where.” On the other side of the table, Vinny was hunched over his laptop. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard as he worked to hack into surveillance feeds and security systems around the city. Macholo glanced up from the map and called out to him. “Vinny, you got anything yet?” Vinny didn’t look up, his focus was still locked on the screen. “Not yet, boss,” he replied. “But I’ve got a few more angles to try. These systems aren’t exactly easy to work with. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t crack the code.”

I took a deep breath, clenching my stomach as I felt the bile begin to stir. “Nice!”, he exclaimed, standing up and nodding at me. “You actually brought Vincenzo's head to my feet. You know, when I asked you to kill him, I thought you wouldn't be able to do it. I wanted to get rid of you. Now, I see that you are a formidable woman, and I will need to keep you close for this takeover”, he said, taking my hand in his. I nearly ripped my hand away because he had used his hand to touch a rotting, burnt head, but I stayed still. The results I was working for had finally shown, and I was going to enjoy that moment, no matter what.

A loud explosion went off and although it felt like the last straw, my suit was picking up motion sensors. Vinx disappeared and all the motion died off except two. He returned with a soldier. He had pale white skin that resembled silver ash, almost like it was shadowy. Vinx pressed a blade to his neck, drawing blood. “We'll have to take him back for interrogation." Vinx said. “That train is registered, we'll run the numbers and see if it was carrying people and where it came from." Nolaine said. “I have served my purpose." The solider said and pulled out a knife, before anyone could move, he slit his neck.

Still laughing, she grabbed the paper bag from the desk, turned around, and headed toward the locker room while Sophia stared longingly after the burger with visible regret written all over her face. Vindell’s POV The soft clicking of laptop keys echoed quietly through the room. Vindell sat comfortably in a black leather office chair behind a massive mahogany desk. Dressed casually in a fitted dark gray t-shirt and black sweatpants, His sharp eyes remained glued to the glowing laptop screen before him. “He’s about to move one thousand BTC to an unknown address,” he spoke calmly into the black earpod resting in his ear. His fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. “Intercept the transaction

My captain was the one who had to see all those dead kids. “Why did you kill those children?” I ask Vinnie. “Did Sforza order it?” “It wasn’t me!” he screams, breath racing past his lips. “I jest opened the door. There was four of us.” “Now, we’re getting somewhere,” I say and release the pliers. “I want names.” Vinnie shakes his head so violently that the cuts on his face reopen and he sprays blood everywhere. “They’ll kill me.” “I’ll kill you,” I hiss, and grip his pinkie between the pliers. “This piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home.”

Questions could wait. “Yeah, of course.” I finally answered, lifting my head from her neck. She turned in my arms to face me, searching my expression. I kept it carefully neutral. “Who was it? Someone you knew?” She observed my face more closely, looking for any hint of a crack in my composure. She wouldn’t find any. I’d gotten too good at masking it. “Yeah,” she said softly. “It was someone from the orphanage. Vinny. Vinny Bradshaw.”

"Gosh! I can never resist the urge to be touched whenever I see a cute guy. I could already feel my body turning mushy and the heat that's pooling between my legs is causing quite a discomfort, But it's a sweet and pleasurable discomfort and that is making me itch for his touch. I don't fucking care if he doesn't play along with my plans, all I fucking want right now is to be screwed by this handsome dude with firm abs and a sturdy chest. I’m sure he'll be so huge down there, filling me up with his huge dick, rocking my whole world upside down. Yeah, I know what you're thinking right now. You think that I am an insatiably whore because I just spent the whole morning with another man and yet

"Do you need help?" At that moment, Vinnie used the last of his strength to lift his head and look at Carl. His voice was faint but resolute: "Brother, keep an eye on him for me. I want to take revenge myself." As he spoke, he raised a finger to point at Tobey, then immediately passed out. Carl lowered his gaze, his long lashes casting a shadow. "Alright, he won't get away." Amelia took a deep breath and focused. She found a clean piece of gauze and carefully cleaned the wounds on Vinnie's wrists and ankles. Then, holding a sterilized silver needle between her fingers, she swiftly and precisely inserted it into several key acupoints on Vinnie.