Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

Mr Martins looked strangely at him and asked, "Who?" Butler Bruce scratched his head and replied, "It's… Sir, please don't be angry with me." Mr Martins looked at him and said, "I promise I am not going to be angry." Butler Bruce looked at his boss and said, "Sir, please don't go back on your word. May I date Miss Walker?" Mr Martins laughed out loud and replied, "You are a good man, Bruce. Go ahead and I give you my blessing." Butler Bruce heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Sir. I promise I will treat her as a queen." Mr Martins nodded his head and replied, "I trust you that you will never hurt my aunt." Then Bruce left and went to his villa.

WHAT the Butler did was unforgivable. He used his power as the Butler over the people working for the Vasquez family house's villa, made contact with a sketchy supplier, and allowed his hatred for non-Valler/Vasquez blood descendants to silently kill my cousin. Just how shameless can be he!

Leonard ordered ready to end the call, But Grace needed to clarify things for some reason. “Wait Mr Black-“. “Goodbye My Grace”. That was all she heard before the beep sound. Grace was confused and upset at same time, Desperate she tried calling the number back but it wasn't going through anymore. Frustrated, she handed the phone over to Vincent who immediately put the phone in his pocket and turned on his way. “Vincent !, Vincent!!”. She tried calling but he continued backing away and when she tried going after him a hand grabbed hers turning her around.

Vincent Black's Centurion Card. Kelly’s eyes widened in pure shock. "He gave her a black card?" she whispered, her voice trembling with rage. Vincent had never left his black card for her. He always took it after shopping. Seeing it here, in the hands of a girl she considered a shameless maggot, made her furious.

Olivier is not less than Mafia Boss himself, I can feel the vibe. "Master, I'm happy to see you again so many years later," from the elite group of men, one middle aged man greeted. His grey hair sits perfectly in a stylish hairstyle matching his mature face. He looked intimidating yet approachable at the same time. My eyes met with him and he bowed in respect. "My apologies, Young Miss for the late introduction. I'm Vincent, butler of Master." "Oh okay... I'm Ana Chris, his younger sister," I introduced myself and Vincent looked at me with unblinked eyes.

"Vincent is a psychopath. This isn't anyone's fault except his." "How are you feeling?" Jennifer asked. "Like I got hit by a truck. But the doctors say I'm going to be fine. No permanent damage." Adrian pulled up a chair next to the bed. "Marcus, we need to talk about what Vincent told you while he had you captive. Did he say anything about other people being involved in his plan?" "He mentioned Blake and Lydia several times. He said they had been helping him for months." "Did he give you any specific details about how they were helping?"

Vincent stood near some crumbling desk, his back turned to me, talking on his phone. "...I told you, she'll cooperate, just give me more time-" "You're out of time." He spun around, his eyes going wide when he saw me and my men filling up the room. His hand went to his waistband but my man was faster, his gun trained on Vincent's head before his fingers even touched the weapon. . "I wouldn't do that if I were you," The bastard's eyes shifted warily and he held his hands up. "B-Blackwell." He stuttered. "Look, we can work this out,"

"I'm sorry, Miss Blackwood. I have my orders." "Your orders?" I step closer, my eyes blazing. "I am Elise Blackwood. This is my company. My name is on this building. And you're telling me I'm not authorized to enter?" "Those are our orders, ma'am." Vincent steps forward. "Step aside!" He orders, looking almost bored. The guards don't move. "We have our orders..." Vincent doesn't wait for them to finish. He moves with startling speed, grabbing the first one by the collar and slamming him against the glass door hard enough to make it shudder.

Leaning forward, he crouched down in front of me and repeated, “Drop the act of innocence and do as I say if you want your husband and daughter to be safe.” His words made me laugh. Husband, he says? Did he even run a background check on me? Calling my brother my husband is embarrassing, but I’ll not destroy his imagination bubble and let him have the taste of his misunderstanding in the future. “Your butler…” Alex chuckled as his lips pulled up into a devilish grin, and I wanted to punch him in the face. “What did you do to Vincent?” I asked, grabbing him by the collar and jolting his body like noodles. Instead of replying, he was getting amused, which made me impatient. I got worried about