Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

The dimly lit study smelled of old cigars and expensive whiskey. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing only the soft glow of the fireplace to cast shadows across the room. Adrian Blackwood sat behind a sleek black desk, his fingers lazily rolling a glass of bourbon between them. He had been expecting news, but what he had just been told made him pause. One of his most trusted men, Vincent, stood before him, shifting slightly under his cold, calculating gaze. Adrian took a slow sip of his drink, letting the silence stretch.

Vincent - his college friend - invited him here for another and only reason: to assist in the search for evidence related to high technology. Ethelbert is the genius of the biology major at Yophiel, but he also has a wonderful gift for technology. Vincent - the senior of the criminology department before Ethelbert had already realised it long ago and knew how to exploit this talent in him so as not to waste it. Of course, Ethelbert is a stubborn genius who always lives by his own principles. He won't do anything he doesn't like and finds unnecessary. But Vincent is one of his few childhood friends of Ethelbert, so he sometimes makes certain exceptions for him.

The butler recoiled, picking up the phone and exiting the bedroom, closing the door behind him. The maid brought up her meal, but Eulalia didn’t eat a bite. She sat there, dazed, leaning against the bed, hugging her knees, and staring blankly outside. ... Once Percival hung up, Oliver, who had been waiting outside the president’s office, entered. "Sir, we’ve determined who was responsible for cutting off Benedict’s hand.” “Who?” “Vincent.” Oliver was stunned by the information he gathered, as it hadn’t been long since Percival had asked him to dig into Vincent’s background.

Who could it be at this hour? Opening the door, she froze. Standing there was a man she didn’t recognize, dressed in a sharp suit with an unsettling air of authority. His eyes were cold, calculating, as they scanned her from head to toe. “Mrs. Black,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with menace. “My name is Vincent. I’m here on behalf of your husband’s associates.” Isabelle’s heart plummeted. “I-I don’t understand. What do you want?” Vincent smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what your husband owes. You see, Andrew has made some... unfortunate decisions. And now, it’s time to collect.”

"There's another person. A more hazardous person than myself. The Disclosure With a sombre expression, Vincent entered the house without waiting for an invitation. With a hint of sadness in his voice, he stated, "I'm not asking for forgiveness." But you must comprehend. Julian Callahan is a man there. Since the outset, he has been the one pulling the strings.

A businessman on paper, but a kingpin behind closed doors. And Adrian was dealing with him. She moved before she could think, striding across the room. Adrian spotted her immediately, his entire body going rigid. His eyes darkened. "Claire. Leave. Now." Too late. Vincent glanced between them, amused. "Well, well. Who do we have here?" Claire ignored the way her skin prickled under his gaze. "Claire Blackwood," she said firmly. Vincent’s brows lifted. "Ah. The wife."

' She scolded herself in her mind and smiled at Vincent "Yeah, I have something to tell you. But, before that let's get inside first.." Entering the mansion Vincent was in awe. He never has seen mansions like this in real life. He felt like he is in some Disney world movie. He stretched his arm towards his sister "sisi, pinch me!" Victoria shook her head in amusement "behave Vincent!" "Bonjour, jeune madame. Bonjour, monsieur Hale.." Butler Celeste bowed to them. "Hello, uncle Celeste. He is my brother Vincent.." She then looked at Vincent "and he is the butler of this mansion uncle Celeste.."

Vincent's funeral is held in a local cemetery. The bosses of all four outfits were attended, except for Augustin. "My condolences Alexander. Vincent was very capable" Winston offered his condolences to Alexander, who nodded his head curtly. Visili from Baltimore Outfit and Daniel from Clover Cove offered something similar.

"I always take care of you." My mouth hangs open as I take the book and flip to the first page, finding my picture and identifying information. "But how did you…" my sentence trails off because I know the answer. Ashley. Vincent says nothing in his life without thinking through the consequences of his words. He is cold, calculated, and the best businessmen in the world. The business world knows him for his ruthless negotiation tactics and his fairness in never letting a friendship impede a deal, but with me he is occasionally something different.

"If you've truly made up your mind, your grandfather will support you. Come home. I promise you, your future will not be filled with sorrow." "I'll send a car for you the day after tomorrow. Take care of whatever you need to handle first." The line went dead. I still held the phone to my ear, frozen. The conversation I'd overheard kept playing in my head. Vincent and his underboss, Marco Blue. "You're really going to marry Miss Black? What about Vivian and the boy? Luca is over two years old now. He's your own son. This won't stay hidden forever." "Back when Vivian was pregnant, you made up every excuse to delay the wedding. But if Miss Black ever finds out—"