Sift Heads Vinnie Novels & Stories

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."

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

Damn it! Vincent was angry and contemptuous after Darryl denied his identity. "Hey!" The next thing Vincent knew, he was yelling at the Hexa Swordmaidens, "Do not fall for his nonsense. He is the Elixir Sector Head of the Pure Yang Division. He is no ordinary bystander." As he spoke, Vincent glared at Darryl, full of anger.

Two heads were always better than one. Vincent nodded breezily, leaning back in the chair across from my desk. “There is nothing out of the ordinary about Evelina,” Vincent said honestly, but I could sense a wariness in his tone. “She was born to Joel and Nikita Perez. Nikita divorced her husband when Evelina was seven. Fucker dislocated Evelina’s arm at one of Sinclair’s work related events. I wanted to rearrange Joel’s face. He’s still slinking around here in the packhouse trying to find someone who will give him alcohol.” Vincent’s face became ominous as he spoke. “Suceeded last night but we were able to get the bottle away from him.”

My voice wavers, but I hold his gaze. “Leina Ashford,” he murmurs, almost like he’s testing the sound of it. “I know the name. Fell from grace, didn’t you? A scandal in white. Natalie told me everything. By the way, I'm Vincent Vitali, but the girls call me V.V” Heat burns my cheeks, but I don’t flinch. “I need work. Natalie said you’d help me.” He smirks. “Help is a strong word. But I do own a club, and I do have an audience that pays well for beauty. Can you dance?”

He gestured to the empty chairs with a flourish. "Grab a seat. We were just getting to the 'how did we survive this long without getting turned into a smoothie' part of the evening. Vinnie’s currently reminiscing about his time as a corporate puppet." Cane sat down, his gaze drifting to Vinnie’s arm. The prosthetic was a chaotic mess of wiring, salvaged Aegis hydraulic pistons, and heavy-duty duct tape. "I’ve been meaning to ask. That piece of hardware. It’s Aegis-grade, right? That’s not exactly something you pick up at a flea market."

He watched Vinni's face, bracing for her contempt, her immediate dismissal of anything he suggested. Vinni’s eyes, still sharp with resentment, narrowed as she looked at Hunter. Her lips thinned, as if she were tasting something bitter. He saw the flicker of immediate, visceral rejection. But then, to his utter astonishment, her gaze shifted to Evelyn, her expression softening, albeit slightly.

Sio waved from the large screen. "Glad to see you two are working so hard." My eyes turned cold to her. She was in a very see-through black lingerie set. "Sorry, I'll get dressed." Sio moved out of the screen and I turned my attention to Vinnie. He had a wide grin on his face. "She's so hot!" He commented, then started loading the other computers. "We've been working, don't worry. It's good to have a little fun too though." Vinnie chuckled.

Apart from Damien, the ten nobles who were still alive in the room were shocked after hearing that Damien had just mentioned Vincent's head was in the sack that Damien had thrown at Saveroth earlier. "You killed Vincent? Wow, I know you guys always fight. But, I didn't expect it to be this extreme. If I knew it would end like this, I should have placed a bet on you from the start, hahahaha~..." chirped Andrew Tomahawk, one of the noble class vampires in the room. Saveroth spilled the entire contents of the black sack he was holding. Four heads fell to the floor. One of the owners of the head is known, namely a noble class vampire named Vincent Von Dutch. But no one knows who the owners of th

"You shouldn’t have come here." He tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "Oh? But you left me no choice. You promised me the product from the Silver Howl Pack. And yet, I hear you’ve decided to sell it to the Top affiliates I'm tye human territory instead. That’s not very fair, is it?" I smirked. "Fair?" I echoed. "You came into my Pack, dragged my mate into your mess, and you want to talk about fair?" Vincent’s eyes flicked to Serena, who was trembling but still glaring at him with as much defiance as she could muster. A slow, smug smile crept across his face as he openly let his gaze trail down her body.