Vince Ellis Novels & Stories

The espresso that followed sent my heart into a frenzied sprint. Absolutely unhealthy. Probably dangerous. But at least I could still think. I was about to dive back into coding when my phone vibrated. I frowned and picked up. “Ellison? Is everything okay?” “I’m heading to Philly. Can we meet?” I laughed nervously. “That urgent, huh?” He sighed. “I talked to that guy I mentioned the ex-Triad member. He told me something… big.” I eyed my laptop. I’d planned to work all day. “Is it something that can’t wait?”

“Oh, baby, neither do I. Not when it comes to protecting those I love. Where I grew up you were either a leader or a follower. I always led. I know how to fight dirty and I know how to protect those I love. Now, tell me their names. Their full names.” “Evan Sanders and Victor Worthington.” Damien frowned for a last moment. “Victor Worthington, I know that name.” Suddenly it hit him. “Jesus Christ, Victor Worthington is the Illinois State Attorney General.”

The crowd cheered louder. “But unlike her he paused…we are not afraid to finish the job.”Everlyn muted the video.The room went silent.Jesse looked at Marcus.“Who is he?”Marcus checked the screen.“Daniel Vale.”Everlyn frowned.“I’ve heard that name.”Marcus nodded.“He used to be a community organizer.“Now he’s becoming something else.Jesse crossed his arms.“He’s using you.”Everlyn looked back at the frozen image on the screen.“Yes.”Marcus took the tablet back.“He’s growing fast.”“How fast?” Jesse asked.Marcus hesitated.“Too fast.”He pulled up more footage.

Elias sat in the driver's seat, his eyes on the monitors. "He's a liability, sir," Elias said quietly. "Julian Vance is unstable. He has a history of violence and substance abuse. If she attaches him to the project, the bond company will pull out immediately." "She knows that," I said, my voice tight. "That's why she's doing it. She's picking the one person I can't control with a checkbook."

“Ellison.” “You remember me,” the man said, a cold smile spreading across his face. “Good. That will make this conversation much easier.” Christian stepped forward protectively. “Get out of my house.” “Your house,” Ellison said, chuckling darkly. “Interesting choice of words, considering how much of it was built on money that technically still belongs to me.” “What do you want?” Jessica demanded, fear and anger mixing together in her voice. Ellison’s eyes turned toward her, studying her carefully like he was calculating exactly how valuable she might be. “I want what’s owed to me,” he said simply. “With twenty years of interest included.”

’, Ellie, who was enjoying taunting Sophia asked, smiling. ‘Where?’, Sophia asked in a way that showed she was not interested in knowing. ‘Lion’s Fashion Group. That’s where I work now’, Ellie said, laughing. ‘What?’, Sophia who was shocked said. ‘Do you know my job role? I am the Personal Assistant to the Vice-President. Guess who the Vice-President is? Your darling husband and my own lover, Edward. Doesn’t it make sense? At least, I will be by his side every now and then, while you will be at home doing what you love doing the most; scheming’, Ellie said.

“What did you say, sir?” Ellis chuckled. “I asked her who she was,” he said. “And she told me she’s Kayla Cortez, son of Fredrick Cortez, the billionaire, who is friends with the vice-president, she added. And probably, also with the president. I asked her what her beef against you was, she said it’s personal. I told her that Misha went through the process and it would be unfair of the company to just remove her from the project just because somebody, eventhough she is the daughter of a billionaire who is friends with the powers-that-be, wants her out. Now, I told her, if she could show me that Misha wasn’t an ideal citizen of this country…that she has a police record…” He paused and chuckl

“Let’s just say he thinks some things that aren’t true. He’s got some facts wrong. And, yes, I plan to take full advantage, because it will help me with my end goal.” “Which is?” “To take everything that you have and want away from you.” “You’re an a&&hole.” “Takes one to know one.” “Been real nice talking to you,” I said matter-of-factly as I stood up. I laid a $50 bill on the counter. “Hope the next time I am talking to your corpse.” “How long are your men going to continue watching Blue Ridge?” “How long until you die?” Ellis smirked. “A while.”

He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do." I narrowed my eyes at me, "I seriously doubt that, you were probably in your room throwing a tennis ball at the wall like they show in those prison movies." He laughed, the sound was like music to my ears and for some reason it always made my chest tight. We continued eating in silence while I mulled over what he said, something didn't seem to add up, he just began to get in trouble his senior year?? "What about the first three years?" I asked. He raised a brow, "What do

"I did not know you had company, Damien." ​"This is not company, Eleanor," Victoria said, turning her body fully toward her. The old woman’s gray eyes ran down Ellie’s dress, noting the lack of jewelry, the simple fabric, the slight tremor in Ellie's fingers. "This is the family you are trying to tear apart." ​Ellie did not step back. She let go of the doorframe and took a deliberate step into the room, her chin lifting. Her voice was quiet, but it didn't shake. "I am not trying to tear anything apart, Mrs. Vance."