Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

“I am Vincent Moreau, and it might interest you to know that Wesley Black is plotting against you. In fifteen minutes, they will be kidnapping your wife.” His first reaction was a choke on his drink. Second, a cough. Third, a long bout of laughter.

Vincent closed his eyes as he moved his neck and nuzzled his nape with his hand which became numb from what he had done to lift Vladimir. "Which car?" he asked. "The black one." "I'll be there in ten," Kingston said after Vincent ended off the call. Vincent walked through a wet, slippery tile floor on his way out of the building. No source of light was evident, and the place was silent. The only thing that could be heard was every drop of water on the floor and every heavy step that Vincent took. His impulsive self is telling him to go straight to Santiago's place and take his revenge for what the old man had done to Vladimir but his conscious mind is reminding him to take a deep breath and

After all, I had witnessed him murder Elijah with his bare hands. I knew too well what a weakness Roberta was to Vincenzo, and I was lucky… no, smart enough to milk it for everything that there was to it. However, he believed that Roberta and his two loud ass children were dead, and that might have suggested to a few other people that he was weakened by grief, but I knew that it only meant that there was nothing holding him back. Vincenzo was smart. He was smarter than all the men I had ever met in my life. It was why I admired him. I was certain that after defying death, he would want to return to rain carnage on everything and everyone who wronged him.

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. Vincent was ordering his men around,entirely focused on watching them build a massive champagne tower.He didn't even spare me a glance. "Vincent,"I walked over,forcing down the tremble in my voice."I need to talk to you about something..." "Whatever it is,push it back."He didn't even look up,his tone carrying the heavy authority of the Don."Tonight is Lila's big night.I won't allow any screw-ups." Screw-ups.He meant me.

The butler was Bernard. “We will look forward to see what might happen tomorrow.” Virginia smiled. She was so satisfied that her plan would work smoothly again this time. She managed to give lesson to Michelle for what she did. But, Virginia was feeling a bit in guilt too because of her evil plan, Michelle now got a PTSD because of her. However, this was all for the sake of the mafia clan’s future.

If there is one thing I’ve come to understand about Lucas, it’s that he loves to poke at this wound. For years, I thought I had helped another kid I saw dying on the streets just like Ivan and even though we were not close, I still made him an underboss and he had more than enough money but that was never enough I guess, when Viktor told me we had a betrayal among the Blacktop soldiers, I never thought it could be him. I don’t want the details not really but it’s the only thing I can think of that will keep him talking. From the corner of my eye, I can see Ivan creeping over the broken glass, he’s trying to slip in unnoticed, but I don’t know if he’ll manage.

I saw him tense his jaw; a vein popped out on the side of his neck. Gideon didn’t let up; I could see how on edge Logan was but there was nothing I could do. It felt like watching a boxing match, one round after another the hits kept on coming. Gideon tried to bring Logan’s validity into question. Once Gideon was done, I could see confusion on some of the jurors' faces but then I saw Jack speaking to Evelyn quietly at the table. Evelyn asked for a recross. “Mr. Carter. You stated that the night you met the victim that you had never seen her before.”

Finally, she chose to remain silent. "Anderson Silva is also not a good guy. He's targeting you with bad intentions. I can feel that," continued Vincent, still grumbling. Grace frowned even more when she heard him. It was the first time she met an assistant who didn't defend his boss. "Now go home and rest. I'll call you again later." Vincent ordered Grace to act as if they had a relationship. "What for?" Grace asked with an innocent expression. Vincent said irritably, "Yes, to ensure a vampire doesn't bite you!" Vincent said it irritably. Grace quickly grabbed her neck using both hands. Meanwhile, Vincent held back a smile and then walked away, leaving the girl behind.

"Evelyn, the truth is our young master is suffering from an unknown illness, it once happened to his grandfather…." Butler Jameson stops to catch his breath and Evelyn urges him to go on. "I'm listening, so what is the illness?" Evelyn asked impatiently. "It is moron, he is a moron, he acts like a kid, the exact opposite of what he means… please keep this secret for the Valentino's family" Butler Jameson pleaded. Evelyn cleans her ear very well, why isn't she hearing clearly when she cleans her almost every day.

He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go. "Grandpa, I really need your help." Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears. "What's going on Blake?" Blake's grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more melancholic tone. "Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of them. There's a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that's not the only thing I fear." He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.