Vince Champ Novels & Stories

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Leading that charge was Hunter Vance. Hunter was Julian’s cousin—a six-foot-three power forward built like an anvil, with a dark visor, a jagged scar across his chin, and a reputation as the dirtiest captain in the Eastern Conference. Where Julian used contracts and boardrooms to bully people, Hunter used elbow pads, timber-hard cross-checks, and a foul mouth that never stopped running. The whistle blew in the neutral zone, killing a play after a offside call.

Victoria closed her eyes, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned bone-white. "Unbelievable," she hissed, her voice vibrating heavily as she restrained her boiling fury. "Who... who is the bastard that dared to ruin my son's future?! And why didn't Julian sever his head that very day?!" "It wasn't that simple, Ma'am," I replied bitterly. "The man is incredibly powerful and has impenetrable security. His name is Ryder Vance. The CEO of Vance Group in Chicago." Mrs. Victoria's eyes snapped open. The shock on her face vanished, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating glare that was identical to Julian's whenever he was about to destroy someone.

"You did, but the Chandlers paid me fifty million—of course I'm on their side. Why don't you top up another twenty mil? I swear I'll be neutral about that." "You're despicable!" Vicky screamed as she pointed at his face. She was convinced Boran would observe the virtues of martial artists, but it turned out that she gave him too much credit! "Hahaha!!!" Drake laughed out loud right then. "That's another one point for my side, Ms. Tunbull! Your champion just conceded, too… Do you have anyone else to send in?" Vicky gritted her teeth, her knuckles clenching. What could they do when the Chandlers have two Earthranks on their side anyway?!

I flew into a tree and gasped as my shoulder dislocated under the force of hitting it. Standing up, I placed my palm against my shoulder and popped it back in, crying out in pain. Taking a deep breath, I held up both my swords again to the two vampires in front of me. Bucho though had left the group to the two wolves and was running towards us. Smiling, I stepped forward and attacked. I distracted both of them enough to allow Bucho to claw the back of the one on the left. I took the right one, his arm still hanging off his shoulder.

The ones who needed extended conversations. Vince hung from chains attached to the ceiling, his arms stretched above his head, toes barely touching the ground. His face was unrecognizable…a mass of bruises and split skin. One eye was swollen and completely shut. The other was just a slit. But he was breathing. That was what mattered. “He’s been unconscious for about an hour,” one of my guys reported. Big man, built like a linebacker. Goes by Axe. “Won’t wake up no matter what we do.”

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

" I'm sorry friend but I tend to ride with the best organization " Following the claim of Zainy, konstantin appears from a corner with a smile on his face. " Well well. Here is he. The mighty Maximo Santino! " At once Maximo was hit from behind by a club. He rolled at this cruel impact and Landed on the floor with a great thud. " Boss! " His two members yelled out in distress but they are shot even before they could make any move. Maximo gagged as he laid on the floor. He hated the dirt but he's laying on it now.

I was meeting one of Marino's guys here for a stakeout, and I had no idea how long this would take. I spotted Vince the minute I walked into the place. We'd met once at a party on Marino's yacht. Vince was a decent guy. Tall, with broad shoulders and blonde hair in a military crew cut. Marino had mentioned that he was an ex- Navy Seal. Something about Vince taking early retirement after being wounded during a mission. Some top secret shit. "Hey Vince, how's it going?" I asked him, sliding into the red leather booth across from him. "Anything happening yet?"