Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

In this way, Chester would completely lose his backer and could only be used by her in the end. But she didn't expect that Vincent, the old man, was much more powerful than she had imagined. Seeing that Vincent was about to leave, Hollie quickly stopped him from leaving. "Uncle... Mr. Benton." Hollie remembered Vincent's reprimand and had no choice but to change her words. "Your son is dead, but you still want to deprive Mr. Hughes of his inheritance. Isn't the Benton Group going to fall into the hands of outsiders?" Vincent was about to leave, but upon hearing Hollie's words, he had no choice but to size up the woman in front of him.

“Where is he?” “Gone,” Vincent replied. “Left his weapon. Took nothing else.” Of course he did. Clean exits were Callum’s signature. He didn’t just buy loyalty, he cultivated betrayal. “Find him,” I said. “Alive.” “Yes, boss.” Vincent turned to leave, then paused. “Uhm Boss, I have a question. Do you think it's necessary to move uh…the priest?” I almost smiled. I'd almost forgotten that the man I couldn't live without was a priest.

Hesitating for a second before I asked,"What about his past?" Which made Alex look at me with even more hatred, he ignored my question and ordered his bodyguards to carry me out. Vincent was terrible yet he crawled towards me and mumbled,"Miss Bella, do not worry. Master will come for your rescue…" "I-I'm sorry,"I stuttered as I broke into an emotional state. "A-Are the Black mercenaries who accompanied us killed by Alex?" Vincent nodded in embarrassment while covering his bleeding right eye. "They were all snapped to death by this man… he spared nobody."

Feeling convinced that the matter was already settled, he left his home office to go to his room when he met his butler Ken standing right outside his door. What so you want Ken? He asked and unable to look his master in the face, he kept his face down in a bow which was the normal way. Mister Blackwood sir, I already arranged dinner. He said and Vincent nodded. OK, I will be down in a bit. He said and proceeded into his bedroom for a quick shower. He was just getting out of shower when his phone began to ring. Could it be that Duello already found the goods? He wondered as he gently walked to his bedside table, and picked up his phone.

All the soldiers came out of their hiding places as if the gunshot had sounded an alarm to them, they lined up at the long path in the cabin. Vincent came and walked in the middle of them, staring each one in the eyes as if doing so would expose the traitor amongst them that allowed the other intruders enter the plane. He walked up and down their middle but found nothing. He walked down again and as he was working, he immediately turned and pointed a gun on the forehead of one of the men. The other guards by his side immediately came and held him down, bounding his hands at his back. Vincent took the pen that was in his chest pocket.

I looked at him from head to toe and asked "But you are already dressed" I said. He did not say anything, he just avoided eye contact and i could see his ears turning red. Vincent Blackwood was actually getting shy. That was something i did not expect to see in this life time. He did not say anything and just walked out of the room.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

She said simply making the butler just look at her with questions in his face, he did press the button anyway. "You're not drinking tonight Gabrielle." He says with a determined eyes looking at her. "Says who?!" She snaps back making the butler step backward to give them space. "Says your husband." He replies making her roll her eyes. The elevator stops on the 25th floor, the butler comes out holding the door for them. Vincent could only stare at Gabrielle as she crosses her arms in front of her, waiting for Vincent to get out of the lift. "We'll talk Gabby... right now. Not over a glass of alcohol." He says making her scoff.

He looks energetic—like a golden retriever. “I've already introduce myself, but I'll do it again.” Vincent said “I'm Vincent, the boss' first bodyguard and second hand. I'm honored to look after you, madam.” On the other hand, Vincent was more relax. He remained calm as he introduce himself like a butler. If Dion is a golden retriever, Vincent is a black cat. Their energy are opposite to each other but that's what makes it better. “I'm really pleased that you arrived in his life. When he met you online, I disagreed on pursuing you—but he didn't listen to me and still followed his heart. I'm truly happy.” he added