Sift Heads Vinnie Novels & Stories

If I didn’t know better, I would have concluded that he was related to Aaron. Vinnie, also known as the Bull, was addressing the table. He is the head of Russian operations and he had been under a lot of fire after Alister had opened fire on us during our last meeting with Dmitri. He was a 6’4’’ man with a hulking muscular build. There were interesting stories about him that I had heard from Bree. ‘’Dimitri’s back on the table,’’ he said. ‘’He’s willing to move forward with the trade agreement and he has promised me that what happened at the last meeting would never repeat itself.’’

“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.

Arieon knew that the last seemed familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. The board meeting ended and everyone was dismissed. Arieon decided to look for Tiffany so they would meet the others downstairs. She met Tiffany by the elevator. She was already talking with the lady she complimented earlier on the board room. "Tiff", Arieon said calling their attention. "Hey, Arieon. Meet my new friend", Tiffany said. The lady's brows furrowed immediately, *Arieon?*. They're eyes locked and Arieon knew she looked familiar. "Arieon, this is Veneza. Veneza, this is Arieon. She's the head of our team and the most intelligent, if I may add", Tiffany said giggling. Arieon and Veneza looked at each

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.

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.

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

Vinnie cried from the pain. Tilden looked completely unfazed. "Still stubborn? I have plenty of ways. I'll ask you again: what did you say? Otherwise, next will be your right foot tendon, then your left hand, then your right hand." Vinnie shouted, "I didn't say anything! I don't know them!" Tilden smiled playfully. "I really don't like that answer. It's been a while since I killed someone. Tobey, watch closely and see if I've gotten rusty."

Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."